A/N: Hello everyone, Christmas is around the corner, sort of. And I may not update until around then so here is a little chapter that I was going to make a stand alone, but I realized that it actually goes with the plot. Of course, I'll explain more as the story continues. :)
Special thanks to my beta reader, Harmony Valenka Smith for her help. And thank you to you wonderful readers who are sticking with me even though this story isn't the same jolly tune as my other Baffy fics.
I was listening to Flyleaf's "All Around Me" and Zedd's "Clarity".
Hope you all enjoy this chapter and have a Merry Christmas and/or Happy Holidays!
It's dark, so dark. And cold, he doesn't remember when he was last able to feel chilly, but he sure doesn't miss it now.
There's nothing here, it's just him and the blackness.
He gets an idea to call out, to call for help, for something, but the second he cups his hands to his mouth and tries to yell, the words get stuck in his throat, choking him into silence.
He suddenly wants to scream, to fight. But the voice in the back of his head, quickly kills the urge this is death, there is no fighting here it says.
It is the end. He can't help but feel saddened by this. He always thought there'd be someone here with him, that it wouldn't be such a lonely place. But they always said everyone dies alone. And the proof is all around him.
He's suddenly tired, so tired of walking, of running. He takes a seat on the ground, or what he assumes to be the ground, and just folds his knees up to his chest. Silent, still.
He stays like that, waiting for the replay of his life, the one that is supposed to flash before him like in those cliche movies. He doesn't really want to see it, knowing full well that there is nothing worth remembering.
Time passes, he isn't sure how long, maybe hours? Days? When he hears a voice calling him. His eyes, that he didn't know he closed, shoot open and his ears perk up at the sound of the person's voice.
The voice sounds lost, desperate but crystal clear.
He gets up and immediately starts running. The darkness doesn't seem so dark anymore, the space doesn't feel so empty.
The voice calls out his name again and he hunts it down, determined to find the person or whatever it is that has joined him here.
And then, after what feels like an eternity he sees his savior, his rescuer: Daffy. Bugs doesn't stop himself, he wraps his arms around the human as tight as he can. The grateful tears stream down his face and he holds onto Daffy as if he never has to let go.
Daffy hugs back just as tight.
They stay like that for a while, savoring the moment, when tragically Bugs gets a very awful thought, "Are you dead?"
Daffy shakes his head. "No, I'm not dead and you're not either. We're still alive."
And Bugs feels so much relief that he kisses Daffy before they both break into breathless laughter.
When Bugs wakes up, he's in his quiet place, the lake where the stars touch the water and in the distance he can see his father (before the substance abuse) with a younger him, teaching him how to fish.
He must have dreamed, but to have dreamed, he must have slept. He frowns; he hasn't slept in over twenty years. That can only mean one thing: he is healing...
A/N: To make it clear, the lake Bugs goes to is like this quiet place that every ghost has, and it is different for every ghost, it can be wherever your happy place is. This just seems to be Bugs' happy place. Sorry for making this so depressing but I love writing Baffy fics, and I love me some variety. It is the spice of life after all. ;) Stay safe out there guys!