Extremely long worthy chapter. Get something to drink, XD!
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13 – Never & Forever
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Adam looks out into the gray world around him, staring down at the black box that used to hold onto the diamond ring that he'd slipped into Chris's finger.
He sighs.
They'll never understand that this 'obsession' is real.
They're just so confused on where to go. They have nothing but their cars now, nothing at all, and Adam slips out of the tent they'd been in, trying to think of a solution for this mess that they've wrapped themselves into. Adam just walks back towards their old house, the one that they've lived in for a while, just walking aimlessly around the garden, where Adam and Chris had shared their first ever kiss as children.
Adam kicks the dirt, patches of soil all around, there are four parts of this lovely garden, four parts fenced in, yellow lilies, a mixture of red and pink roses, beautiful violets and lilacs and memories, memories are fenced in too. In the yellow lilies patch, Chris had lost his bracelet when he was eight and in the patch of red and pink, Adam had recently buried his cat underneath the soil, Moonstone, the grayish blackish furred cat that used to have a collar that cost more than the house itself and he liked talking to Chris about how much Moonstone's eyes sparkle in the moonlight, for that's the reason they'd called Moonstone that, because of the reflection of the moonlight pouncing off those eyes, making him look like precious stones.
In the patches of beautiful violets and lilies, Chris and Adam had buried a little ring, he doesn't even remember which color, and it's just a stupid silver ring with a shining fake ruby that Adam had bought with his allowance that Chris dared him to bury it since he thought it was so stupid.
Adam steps inside, his hand onto the fence.
This is where he'd proposed to Chris, on his very own seventeenth birthday party, a smile curves along his face as the memory over washes through Adam's mind.
The hallway, decorated with gold, beige colors hang around in mystique, the color of white popping against the decorations as Adam looks at the clock, his eyes scanning through the room—he'd wanted Chris to be here but he had to go away with his father on some business trip.
He sighs.
Chris promised to be here.
Adam looks into the mirror one more time, black jeans and a black wife beater with his white 'Rated R' designs and his hair is loose.
Adam hears the sound of something crashing.
"JONATHON ANTHONY FELIX CENA, IMMA KILL YOU!"
Adam chuckles. Randy seems to be able to do that very well. Adam walks towards the two lovers as John pulls the shattered glass behind the chair, dragging shards with his shoe, and Randy just crosses his arms. Adam smiles as he walks towards Randy and high-fives him, 'some way to tell me that you're here, Randy."
Randy's dressed in his dark jeans and a navy striped sweater, showing off the different gradients of blue and his boots are studded. John, on the other hand, seems to be in his faded jeans, as always, and white shirt, with an unbuttoned plaid shirt on top.
"Butterfingers here can't help himself." Randy grins, looking back at John who shakes his head. "He's supposed to be doing his Math homework…"
"I did it!"
"Yeah," Randy rolls his eyes, 'I'm so going to believe that, John."
John pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolding it to show Randy the equations on the paper, 'see?!"
Randy rips the paper away from John's hands, looking at the messy paper, 'well, I never remembered the Roman Empire being in Math!"
"Shit, you actually read it!?"
"No, but the title is 'The Roman Empire' and I don't see any fucking numbers," Randy snaps violently at John who takes Randy's shoulder and brings his lips towards Randy's, both of them starting to passionately kiss while Adam just rolls his eyes and he hears a giggle, knowing instantly who it is.
He turns around to see Phil and Matt, probably coming from a poetry recital, or whatever they call it, since their houses are away. Phil's hair back into a bun, a black blazer over a white top and tiny shorts and Matt's wearing black jeans and a green sweater with a dark denim vest on top. Matt's face clearly says that he isn't in the mood, which proves Adam's theory of Matt being in a recital a moment ago.
"I'm hungry," Phil complains.
"He always is." Matt teases.
"Hey!" Phil's eyes widen, slapping Matt playfully on the shoulder.
"But yeah, get him some food. Skinny bastard needs something to eat."
"Skinny?!" Phil touches his stomach, 'I am not skinny! Look at me. I'm huge."
Matt raises an eyebrow before shaking his head and looking at the mirror, 'if he's huge, then what in hell's name am I?"
"Anyone is skinny to you, Matt!" Phil reminds him, rolling his eyes.
"Everyone is fat to you, Phil!"
"Husband and wife, 'Adam starts, breaking the two's arguments, 'can you both just shut up and eat something before I kill you both?"
Phil nods his head and walks towards the table, looking for food, slowly followed by John and Matt. Adam crosses his arms, looking at Randy, 'what'd you get me?" Adam asks, grinning his 'sleazy grin', as Randy calls it.
"Don't give me that sleazeball grin. I got you a watch."
"You mean the one you stole from me?"
"Yeah, that one."
Adam chuckles. "I love you, guys, I really do."
"Speaking of love…"
Adam's smile disappears before shaking his head, 'he's not coming. I know. He said that his father and his own flight got canceled so they're stuck there, besides, with the blizzard and stuff there…" Adam shudders, 'besides, try going out of the airport and into a house in Canada in the winter."
Phil shudders. "I know!"
"And you! With those shorts! I told you to go change!" Matt exclaims, pointing to Phil's figure.
"I did change! Into another pair of shorts!"
"That—"
"Hey, you two, 'Adam cuts into their conversation, 'you better stop fighting before I kick out of here."
"HE STARTED IT!" "HE STARTED IT!"
Adam sighs. 'I cannot express how much I love them.'
The evening goes by smoothly, a few games, a little dancing, and a lot of Adam's favorite strawberry ice cream cake but Adam just can't help but look at the clock, glancing every few moments.
Adam then hears the ring of his cell phone and looks at it quickly, seeing that it's just a text from Mike and John for a happy birthday, he sighs. He doesn't even call. They haven't talked for a while.
Does Chris not want him anymore?
The feeling of dread burns up in him as he watches his guests leave, saying bits of 'I'm sorry' to him before he sinks down towards the chair, his parents walking by and asking him if he's fine, Adam just nods his head and looks away. Adam looks back at the clock, what's he waiting for? Adam simply stands up and goes to bed.
In the middle of his sleep, he hears the sound of rocks hitting across the glass of his window. He ignores it.
Probably children.
A few minutes later of rock hitting, Adam's about to step out of the bed and yell at them but instead, the sounds just stop and Adam is left in silence for another twenty minutes but unable to sleep and then he hears the sound of knocking on his window. Adam walks towards the window and pulling open the curtain, seeing that it's Chris, his heart pounds and he opens up the window, allowing the poorly dressed Chris to slip into the room. Chris shivers as he whimpers before he quickly embraces Adam, hugging him tightly.
"But I thought your father's and yours flight got canceled."
"That was a week ago, baby. I ran away."
"You what?" Adam's eyes widen, 'you ran off, Chris? But-but-you were out there all alone? You crossed states? Chris, why?"
Chris looks up at Adam's face, 'I-I love you."
"Did anything hurt you?"
Chris shakes his head.
Adam's face tightens, 'I know that fake, Chris."
Chris pulls up his shirt to show a mixture of bruises on his stomach, Adam's eyes widen as he lies down his lover down onto the bed, allowing Chris to slip the shirt off, while Adam looks for some medication for the injury. "How?"
"I don't know."
"Oh, yeah, you know."
"Some guys wanted to poke fun at me."
"That's why you shouldn't run off like that, Chrissy." Adam allows the cold cream to touch at Chris's wounds, 'you're so rebellious, you know that? You're always running off and away…Chris, I'm scared of that. You know, when Jeff and you went to Canada? And now? It's an unhealthy habit, you're hopping from country to country as if you're going from store to store…"
"You know I can't help it! I like being me," Chris pouts. "I like helping my friends and I can't stand being away from you when you turn eighteen."
Adam kisses onto Chris's bare shoulder, making Chris giggle. Chris's hands slip around Adam's neck and he brings Adam closer to him, kissing him, not caring about the bruises throbbing at all, a multitude of kisses as Adam's hand slips around Chris's thigh, Adam's lips tackling onto Chris's.
"Chris…"
"Hmm?" Chris asks as Adam sits up, making Chris sit up as well, looking into those hard brown eyes. Adam's hand holding onto Chris's, 'they want us to break up."
"Your parents?"
Adam nods his head.
Chris's eyes fill with tears, 'mine do, too."
Adam's hands go around Chris's figure as he kisses the top of Chris's forehead, rubbing his back with circles, 'there, there, baby…it's gonna be alright. We'll find a way out of this, we always do, don't we?"
Chris nods his head, letting out a sob he's trying to choke back, 'Adam, it's unfair! I don't wanna be with anyone other than you. Without you…God, Adam, I'd be nothing. Nothing at all. Adam—"
Adam lifts Chris's chin, looking at him, those brown eyes meeting those blue ones as Adam softly kisses Chris's lips.
"Don't tell me that you're gonna break up with me…" Chris's voice is breaking but Adam shakes his head, holding Chris close, stroking the soft skin of his.
"No, Chris, not at all, baby."
Chris raises an eyebrow.
Adam stands up, looking through his nightstand and pulling out a black box, making Chris's eyes widen as Adam pulls Chris out of the bed, kneeling down onto one knee and taking Chris's hand, 'Chris, I didn't make up some sappy romantic poem or anything but will you marry me? 'Cause you mean the world to me, you idiot."
Chris snatches the box from Adam, opening it to stare at the sterling diamond ring, 'of course, I will, asshole."
"You said that just 'cause you want the ring?"
"Yeah, I did, bastard." Chris grins, letting Adam slip it against his finger, both of them staring into each other's eyes before Adam hears the ring of his cell phone, Adam pulls out the cell phone, staring at the caller ID.
"Adam?"
"It's your father, Chris."
Adam takes the call and pulls the phone towards his ear.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! He's with you, isn't he?"
"Yes, sir, but I'm taking care of him."
"Did he get hurt?"
"A bit but I applied some medication on his bruises."
"TELL HIM I'LL KILL HIM WHEN I GET THERE!" the furious father yells, 'what did I do to deserve this?! He does whatever he wants as if it's nothing! What's he gonna do when we stop giving him allowances? He's gonna be living in a box!"
Mr Jericho sighs, 'how was your birthday, Adam?"
"It was terrible without him, Mr Jericho."
"I don't want any of this shitty gay talk."
Adam looks down, Chris's father could be the best guy ever but because of this overprotection over Chris and the fact that he'd absolutely hated Chris and Adam being together… Adam's thoughts got cut, 'please, just don't be too hard on him. He's still a kid."
"He's 17 years old."
"He's always been the same…it's hard for him to change."
"I suppose it's all my fault. I made him too adventurous as a child…"
Adam nods his head. The elder male's easy to calm down when Adam talks to him, he knows the points where to give.
"Just please, make sure he isn't hurt anywhere else and draw him a nice, hot bath, alright, Adam?"
"Yes, sir."
Adam shuts the phone and turns to Chris, Chris's eyes bubbling with tears and holding his head, 'I don't know why I'm like this, Adam…"
"Shh…now, let's wash your face and I'll draw you a nice, relaxing bath, you just look through my drawers, alright, baby?"
Chris nods his head, sniffling.
"I love you, Chris."
"I love you, too, Addy."
Adam runs his hand through his blonde locks, looking down at the patches of yellow lilies and he leans down, digging through the soil. He doesn't care how long it'll take but it doesn't take long until he finds the tiny golden bracelet, with the 'C' on it, Adam clutches it, not caring if the 'C' is digging too hard into his hand and that blood is seeping through his hand.
He turns around and walks over to the red and pink rose patch, leaning down and digging through the dirt, and yet again, not long before he finds his cat, the bracelet falling onto the ground as Adam pulls the dead cat towards him, the corpse rotting…
It's so weird how these beautiful things can turn so ugly in the face of death.
Adam's finger flickers the eyelid, and the moon still bounces so beautifully against those eyes…
Adam's eyes prick with tears but he'd dare not let them fall. "Look at you, Adam, you're sitting down and holding onto a corpse of a cat and you're pathetic…"
Adam sniffles. "Hey, Moonstone…"
Adam strokes behind the dead cat's ear, 'damn, what the fuck am I doing?"
His brain's turned to mush, he's just waiting until he explodes, his eyes go back towards the cat, 'hey, buddy, please, don't tell me you see Chris there with you…in Heaven, you know? Please, just don't tell me…"
Adam just stares down at the cat, 'please…"
Adam lets out a throaty laugh. "I'm talking to a dead cat."
Silence roams.
"Please…"
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"Jeff…"
Jeff looks darkly at his father, his eyes bloodshot, his face paler than usual, his feet still painful from so much walking, his stomach growling, the brittleness of his face structure, he lowers his head down, not bothering to look up at his father anymore.
"Hey, Jeffro…"
"Don't you dare call me that." Jeff's voice is broken and cracked.
Gilbert sits down besides Jeff, who's sitting down onto Matt's cot, Jeff looks down, his hair falling.
"I covered the expenses."
Jeff doesn't say anything, not moving at all.
"Look at me, 'Gilbert pleads.
"No. If you don't think of me as your son, then I'd never look at you as my father ever again."
Gilbert cups Jeff's face, making the younger child look at him, tears falling down Jeff's face, sniffling and sobbing, 'here, you got what you want, I'm miserable and I think I died inside again but hey, Matt and me are separated."
"Jeff…" Gilbert starts, 'look, I didn't mean to react that way. It was just a slap to my face."
"No, it was a slap to my face." Jeff glares coldly at his father.
"Look at me, Jeffro. I love you. I really do but I wasn't here with you since you were nine. I never saw you grow up and I don't know much about you but right now, I know that you grew up well…I don't know how but I can see that you know between right and wrong, that you know that you won't stand for anyone hurting you." Gilbert smiles warmly, 'Jeff, I'm sorry."
Jeff looks down at his feet, 'I didn't just magically grow up perfect. That's Matt."
Gilbert raises his eyebrow.
Jeff continues to talk, 'even with the abuse he used to talk, he used to take care of me. He's the one who wouldn't let me go out after 6, he's the one who quit school because he has to clean our house and I…I never helped. I just thought he was this sort of hero that can do anything but he's human and he has breaking points…the first time he cried in front of me, I didn't believe it at all… Matt, Matt…God, I don't wanna know what happened to him right now."
"Sorry to break up your bonding…" Mike starts, both of them look up. "We found Matt."
Jeff stands up, 'where is he?" his voice is serious and stern.
"Jeff, calm down."
"I AM CALM!" Jeff snaps violently at his friend, pushing him back and trying to walk towards the door while Mike holds onto Jeff's shoulder, Jeff turning around to face Mike, who's face is plastered with sympathy.
"I know how you feel, Jeffro."
Jeff continues to glare at him with his dark glare, 'no, you don't."
"Scared."
Jeff slowly nods his head, tears threatening to pour from his face.
"It's okay to cry, Jeff."
Jeff allows the hot tears to fall from his face as he nods his head, embracing his childhood friend.
John Morrison stands there, watching the whole thing unfold before his eyes, his boyfriend hugging his best friend; it's truly a beautiful sight…
Jeff turns to the door, 'let's get out of here. I wanna see Matt."
"He's in surgery."
Jeff stops in his tracks, twisting to turn to Mike. "He's a schizophrenic, remember, Jeffy? He does things that he doesn't even know he did…"
"What did he do?"
"He jumped out of a building. Busted his head."
"No, no, no, no, this isn't happening…" Jeff says, holding his head into his hands as Gilbert walks towards Jeff, holding onto his shoulder and bringing him close, 'hey, Jeffy, it's going to be fine. Just breathe for a second."
Jeff looks up at him and nods his head. "I'm so scared…"
"He'll be fine." Mike assures him.
Jeff nods his head again, dullness still on his face as John holds onto Jeff's arm, 'I'm going to take him out to my house to shower and eat. It'll calm him down for a minute."
Gilbert nods his head. "Bye, Jeffery."
Jeff doesn't say anything else as John pulls him away.
"No…" Jeff repeats. "No, no, no…It's not happening!"
"Jeff, it's gonna be okay!" John tries to, still pulling him out of the doorway while Jeff turns around and slaps John hard on the cheek, hyperventilating and John stares up at him before slapping Jeff harshly, John sees tears cascade down Jeff's face and in moments, John has embraced Jeff, stroking Jeff's hair. "Shh…"
"It-"a sob escapes his lips, 'isn't,' another sob, 'fair."
"I know, Jeff. I know. Come on…I'll take you to my house and we'll go dry your face. You can take a nice little bath and you can eat something."
"Matt?"
"And then we'll check on Matt."
"Promise?"
John nods his head, 'I promise."
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The microwave spins and Randy pulls out his half eaten lasagna, grinning as he takes a spoonful of macaroni and mashes it into his mouth.
"Yum." John stares at the plate as Randy smacks his hand.
"Don't. Even. Think. About. It."
"I thought about it."
"Wiseass." Randy rolls his eyes, sitting on top of John's lap and taking a spoonful of food and John just stares at Randy, feeling uneasy, wanting to tell Randy that he has AIDs, that he has cancer, that every second right now counts and John will make these seconds a time of remembrance.
John's hand slides up and down Randy's side as John buries his head into Randy's back, rocking him back and forth.
"I can't eat like this."
John sighs.
"What's wrong with you?" Randy asks, concerned about his boyfriend and John could almost feel the tears prick into his eyes, knowing that the next minute, he'd shatter and break the entire world for Randy in one simple sentence… "Tell me, John."
"Y-you…"
"John."
"I can't do this anymore."
Randy's eyes widen as John softly kisses Randy's lips, bringing Randy close to him, stroking the male's back. "Randy…I need to tell you something…"
"You're breaking up with me, aren't you?"
"No." John shakes his head, his face deadly serious, 'remember the day that I took you to the hospital late and you fell asleep?"
Randy nods his head, rolling his eyes, 'yeah, asshole."
John doesn't seem to play along with Randy's playfulness as John takes another sigh, 'I don't want to be the one to tell you this but they found not one thing…two things…and Ran, you…you have cancer and you have AIDS and…they can't do anything about it. God, baby, I'm so sorry that I had to be the one to tell you this…I'm just so scared—"
"No." Randy shakes his head, tears slipping down his eyes, 'no, that can't be true."
"I'm sorry." John whispers, his voice soft.
Randy allows tears to roll down his face as he holds onto John, sobbing, tears falling so fast, 'my Mom…my Mom doesn't even know I have HIV! John, what the fuck do I say?! How…why…?"
John pecks Randy's lips.
Randy just stares at John's face. "I love you, Ran."
"How could you…? John, just leave me right now. I don't want you to stay around and see me get hurt. I know that you get hurt when I'm sick but this…just go, John, I don't want this anymore…"
John's eyes widen. "Randy, don't worry about me."
"No! John, I want you out!" tears still fall quickly from Randy's face as he stands up and watches as John nods his head, as John cups onto Randy's face before he kisses Randy's face. "Alright."
Randy just stares down at the floor.
"Bye, Randy."
Randy doesn't say anything, just holding onto John's arm. "And John…"
"Yeah?"
"Please, don't come to my funeral. I'm nothing."
John's eyes widen but he sees the fragileness of Randy and refuses to make him even more fragile so he nods towards Randy, kissing him one last time before moving away towards the car and in the car, he doesn't even put the keys into the ignition before he starts talking to himself. "Dammit, Mr. Big Shot. Mr. Basketball Superstar. Whatcha gonna do now?"
John takes a sigh before he starts driving off.
He stops in the middle of the road, tears sprinkling down his eyes… "Randy…fuck…R-Ran…"
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Jeff steps out of the shower, droplets of cold water falling from his hair. "John…" Jeff's voice is cracked and broken still, his body freezing from showering in cold water, wearing John's diamond-embossed clothing, beautiful in every way but Jeff doesn't care and John wraps his elastic band around Jeff's damp hair.
"Okay, now, I get to go to see Matt."
"No."
Jeff's eyes widen, 'you said you—"
"I'm sorry, Jeff. I'm so sorry. I can't tell you why but I have to keep you in here."
Jeff's eyes widen as he pushes John out of the way, 'you're crazy! NO! I won't! LET GO OF ME!"
"Jeff…"
Jeff's eyes bubble with tears, 'John, please, you know how much I need to see him! Tell me why! John! Please…"
"He threatened that he'll kill Mike."
Jeff stares up at John, sobbing and allowing John to embrace him, 'please, John, please…who's he? I need to know…M-M-Matty…" tears springing from those soft green eyes, 'M-Matt…"
"My Dad."
Jeff shakes his head. "The sewers, 'Jeff says. "The sewers. John just come with me to the sewers, I'll show you! That's not your father! That's not him at all! And Phil…that jerk isn't Phil's father…"
John raises his eyebrow.
"The demons want to take control of the world, 'Jeff starts, 'demons like Afton, Page, Arrow…but these shape shifters, they think that they can do it, in a smarter way, but making themselves appear as parents. They just chose anyone who has a relation to Chris. And me… I'm his friend and Mike's my friend and Mike has a crush on you…they've been planning this for months. My Dad says that they can see the future so that's why the corrupt the children now. He also says that we're condemned children to darkness so we better watch our step."
"I…" John starts. "I believe you."
Jeff nods his head, 'come on…follow me. Let's get your father out and Phil out…"
John holds onto Jeff's arm, 'yeah?"
"Thanks, Jeff."
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"Dad…"
"Phil's Dad."
Jeff leans down to tear off the rope out of Mr Brooks' hands as John takes the rope off his father's hands. Tearing down the shackles that held them at place with the key that's hung by a hook.
"John."
Jeff grins, watching the two embrace.
"Let's get out of here."
"John?" Jeff's eyes are now pulsing with hope, trying to walk towards John, '…Matt?"
John nods his head, allowing Jeff to run out of the room, leaving Mr Morrison and Mr Brooks in confusion while John smiles at them, a warm, soft smile. "Let's go back to my—our house and I'll tell you all about it, how does that sound?"
Mr Morrison nods his head, taking a knife from his pocket, 'and I'll kill that son of a bitch that dared take over my son's life."
John smiles, 'he didn't do anything to me."
Mr Morrison raises his eyebrow. "R-really?" there's relief in his voice. "Nothing at all?"
"Not to me," John's voice is thick as tears spring to his eyes, 'but to my boyfriend…he raped him."
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John slips inside of the room, 'well, yeah, home."
Mr Morrison looks around the house, 'where's Natalie—your mother?"
John's face turns soft with sadness, 'Dad…she died when I was eleven. They took you when I was four. That's when I noticed you started ignoring me and spending so much time at work, I didn't see him all the time…he was always in the garage and stuff…" John just looks down. "I've lived here with that piece of shit ever after eleven then I had to look out for myself…it was hard but I did it. I did it, Dad."
Mr Morrison kisses John's forehead, rubbing his back, 'and I'm never gonna leave you again, alright?"
Then they heard the sound of the other sadistic male.
The shape shifter notices the identical double of him and quickly shedding his flesh, into a blonde male's friends and brown eyes and he walks towards John before pinning him down. Mr Morrison takes out his knife as the shape shifter spits out his acid, 'take this thing off me!"
Mr Morrison forcefully pushes the knife inside of the male's back but he throws him off and in moments, John's clothes are off…John's eyes are bubbling with tears, as he feels the shape shifter's sharp knife dig into his own side…
"Help." John's voice is dry.
Tears cascade.
"Heeeeeeeeellppp…"
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Jeff's running.
He stops when he's near the operation room, taking a deep breath and looking up at his father who's staring at him, 'Jeff?"
Jeff looks down, 'is he alright?"
"He only wants to see you."
Jeff nods his head, turning around and walking through the room, and Jeff lets out a gasp. In all his years, he'd seen a ton of horror movies but he'd never seen something so horrifying before. The spread is off Matt's body, the hospital gown open so that Jeff could see the marks that are on Matt's body, the huge scar that's extended from Matt's chest and towards his stomach. A bunch of scratchy cuts on his chest, and a bunch of bruises cover his left side. He'd never truly taken a look at Matt's body when they'd fucked before. Jeff doesn't really want to before that and tears burn towards his eyes. And a wrap around his head from where the surgery had taken place, Matt's eyes are closed, soft breaths drawing from his body.
Jeff moves towards Matt, staring at his body. Below the scar, now that he's closer, is a bunch of other ones, two other ones, red and pulsing, Jeff touches them, trailing his finger across the soft flesh, it just feels rougher at that point, nothing else.
"Jeff?" his voice…
Jeff turns around to face Matt's face, tired but he still struggles to stay awake.
"Matty…"
Jeff sits down onto a plastic chair, 'the Doctor told me you needed to tell me something…" Matt starts. "Something about dreams."
The nightmares.
The self destruction.
After a surgery?
Jeff nods his head, 'M-Matty…I'm sorry but…you—you hurt yourself in your sleep. The blood on your face, the nicotine in your blood…"
Matt nods his head and holds onto Jeff's hand. "How are you?"
Jeff stares at Matt. Tears break from his eyes, as he walks towards his brother and hugs him as tight as he can, as hard as he can, and Matt's holding onto Jeff's waist, allowing Jeff to let the tears fall from his face.
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He doesn't remember much before he passes out.
John opens an eye, seeing the all too blurred image around him. "John?! BABY!" Mike's eyes widen as he holds onto John's hand, tears bubble down his cheeks, 'John?"
"Get out of here."
John stares up at his body, his eyes widening. "Oh God."
A mixture of blood and fluid around his legs, rips of blood and cuts of horror across his body, the hospital gown barely covering the fact that he's tattered and he looks up at Mike, 'M-Mike…"
"Oh God." Mike whispers, tears cascading from his eyes.
Two Doctors take Mike's arm, 'you need to get out of here…"
"No." Mike says, his eyes bubbling with tears, 'Please. No…no…"
John's arm extends and Mike grabs onto John's hand, barely squeezing onto it before the Doctor pulls him out.
"You need to get out of here."
"John…"
Tears bubble down his cheeks.
"JOHN!"
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Chris continues to look through phonebooks.
"Hello? Copeland's?"
"Yeah?"
"Is there an Adam in there?"
"Yes, yes, there is."
"May I talk to him?"
"Chris?"
Chris nods his head; tears of joy streaming down his cheek, 'y-y-y-yes…"
In a moment, he hears the sound of Adam's warm voice, Chris's heart melting into nothingness, 'hello? Who is this?"
Chris sniffles.
"Are you okay over there?"
Chris's eyes still continue to bubble with tears. "Addy…"
Adam knows that voice anywhere, the way he'd said Addy, 'Chris? Baby? Where are you?!"
"Back in North Carolina."
"You always did have the craziest ideas."
"I wanted Matt to be able to say goodbye to Jeff but he doesn't need to…"
"What?"
"I'll tell you later, just…" Chris looks down onto the floor, holding onto the cold metal of the phone booth, 'I just want to go home, baby…I j-just want to g-go home…"
"I'll be right over there!"
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Jeff pulls out of the operation room, tears still cascading down his face as he holds onto his head.
"I can't believe it."
Gilbert stares at him, 'what's wrong, Jeff?"
"I told him."
Gilbert's eyes widen. "What did he say?"
"I told him about him hurting his face, his body and he was lying down there, his body all full of scars and cuts and bruises…and…I told him and then he looked at me and told me… 'how are you?' He's sick and tired and all he cares about is me…" Jeff simply continues to stare up at the floor, 'he's slowly dying and rotting in his prison and all he cares about is me, Dad."
"God, Jeff."
Gilbert pulls his hands out and Jeff embraces him, allowing those tears to start falling all over again.
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"…oh, Matthew, you look so sweet in that stupid hospital gown."
Matt's all alone. Or well, used to be, and he twists his head towards the direction of the voice and there stands the pale faced figure of his nightmares, the bright honey eyes that stare at Matt, messy short brown hair and clothed in black jeans and black boots, a dark navy sweater over his chest.
"Ian." Matt simply says.
Ian smirks, nodding his head.
"And you know how you're messing up his mind."
Matt raises an eyebrow, 'w-w-what do you mean?"
"You want him to be normal, 'Ian grins darkly and mischievously. "You want our dear old Jeffro to be normal. To be that child that isn't in love with his brother, the one that has a perfect little life…"
"Get away from me, Ian."
Ian raises an eyebrow, 'how long will you be able to resist me?"
"Long enough."
"Such a smart child."
Ian holds onto Matt's shoulders and stares at him, 'and you'll make an excellent toy to my collection."
"I'm not going to be your bitch."
Ian laughs. "You are."
"Why?"
"Because I can offer you…you want Jeffy to stop loving you? To start seeing other men? To go back to school? You want a perfect life for him. You love him too but you care about him more. Pathetic." Ian says, twisting a strand of Matt's hair. "What do you say?"
"And what am I supposed to do for this?"
Ian pulls out a white paper, putting it down towards the table. "Just sign this."
"What if Jeff doesn't stop loving me? What if…"
"His love for you is stronger? Oh yeah, the question, then you'll be giving your soul away for nothing."
Matt stares at the piece of paper, 'but there's a chance."
Ian nods his head, 'yes, there's a chance…"
Matt takes the piece of paper and tears it up into pieces, staring up at Ian, 'look, I don't want to be part of you! Don't you understand? I don't want Jeff to stop loving me. I know it because he—"
"Got hurt?" Ian says. "Oh yes, Matt is too smart to fall for this trick."
"Then…" Matt starts.
Ian shakes his head, 'you'll come to me in time. And at that time, I'll give you the worst deal in the history of deals."
"Shut up."
Matt watches as Ian grabs onto Matt's face and presses those cold lips towards his own. The cold sensation of Ian's lips makes Matt melt as Ian turns around and watches Matt staring down at the blanket that covers him.
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The return of Ian! YAY! X3!
XD! Long chappie. You better be happy. O.O.
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The next one is 'I Know'. Preview thingy below.
The Doctor: you need a little break, Jeff.
Jeff walks towards the birth centre, holding onto a baby, looking at the little girl smiling at him…
The Doctor: they're beautiful, right?
A voice: PUT YOUR HANDS UP!
Jeff turns around and gasps: …Ted?
I know. I mentioned him once in 'Torn', if anyone could remember, being Matt's best friend. X3! Review!
X Sam.