A/N Hello my dear killjoys, it's nice to see that you seem to like my story thus far. My only complaint is I worry once I really state that this is a story, not just a drabble, you will stop caring altogether. Sad thought, yes, but I know it can easily happen.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danger Days, My Chemical Romance or anything of that matter.

For a moment Poison's mind failed to register the voice behind him, but once it had he turned around and everything felt as though it were in slow motion. There stood Sarah, the girl who they had rescued, shakily clutching a laser gun and aiming right at him. She looked paler then death, and scared out of her mind.

"Oh god..." Poisoned uttered.

How do you tell someone that they were dumped on you while they were unconscious and that the person who had previously taken care of them was dead? All the while with a gun pointed at you?

How indeed.

She stared at him, tears in her eyes, the gun pointed straight at his heart. The look in her eyes said she didn't want to shoot, yet she continued to clutch the gun. 'Crap' Poison thought, 'if I don't open my mouth I'll end up dead at the hands of a teenager.'

"W-well, you're in our home underground where we can't we detected..." Poison gulped, "We're the Killjoys, you may have heard of us," he nervously stepped closer to the girl, "Well, your sister, she, uh, she left us to take care of you."

She stared at him blankly, tears in her eyes.

"Where is my sister?" she asked, struggling to keep her voice fierce, all the while the gun shaking in her hand.

"She…" He struggled to find the right words, his mind reeling, "…I'm so sorry…" he murmered weakly, knowing that the next words to come out of his mouth were to be life altering, "…she's dead." He said, his voice cracking at the end. He hadn't known the woman, but it didn't matter; they had still lost one of their own.

The girl collapsed to her knees, sobbing.

"No, no, no! That can't be!" she practically screamed. Anyone could see she was desperate.

"She can't be!" she cried in a broken voice.

Poison took her into his arms and she sobbed, tears soaking through his clothing. All the while Jet, Kobra and Ghoul watched wordlessly, not sure what to do.

Poison wordlessly held her shaking form, rubbing her back. Even if she was a stranger, she still deserved comfort. Even if she had aimed a gun at him.

He sat with her for hours, until she had managed to cry herself to sleep. He stroked her hair gently as she slept, feeling all too empathetic to her. He knew she would eventually wake up again and resume her mourning, and when she did he would be there. He sang under his breath, knowing he wouldn't be heard.

"Do or die, you'll never make me, because the world will never take my heart. Though you'll try, you'll never break me. We want it all, we want to play this part. I won't explain, or say I'm sorry. I'm unashamed; I'm going to show my scar. Give a cheer for all the broken. Well listen here, because it's who we are! I'm just a man, I'm not a hero..." he sighed, "I'm not a hero," he muttered.

He shifted the girl's sleeping body in his arms so that he was hugging her to him. She moaned in her sleep, and snuggled closer. She really didn't seem that bad. She had taken the news considerable well; he'd heard of people who had thrown up on the spot to the point of spitting up blood when told that a person they loved had died. A solitary tear slid down her cheek as she slept. 'Incredible...' he thought, 'she can't even find an escape in her dreams.' he wiped the tear away from her cheek.

He knew from the silence that behind him his friend and brother had fallen asleep on the couch. They hadn't budged from their spots, and were all slumped in odd positions that would likely hurt once they woke. He smirked: he was never going to hear the end of it once they woke up. The girl shifted restlessly and mumbled half asleep.

"Why?" she whispered.

Poison silently stared at her, pondering whether or not to answer: she was after all, barely awake and would probably not even remember once she awoke. Even if she did, she would probably dismiss it as a dream. But he didn't care, she deserved an answer.

"She loved you enough to realize her death was inevitable in the situation she was in, and didn't want you to...," he thought over his next words carefully, "go down with her."

The girl scoffed tiredly.

"But leaving me alone...?" she asked dazed, "with a bunch of strangers?" she shook her head, her eyes still closed. Poison considered this statement.

"She probably figured you were better alive and in care then dead, which would have been in vain," he said gently. She shook her head.

"At least if I had died I would have been with her," she sniffed. He shook his head and smiled as he spoke his thoughts out loud.

"Kid, they very well might be no Heaven or Hell. In which case no one would be with anyone anywhere."

"Well, that would suck. Then I'd never be with Bea again at all," she murmured bleakly. He ran his fingers through his hair in thought.

"Bigger point is, don't you think she wanted you to go on with your life?" he asked gently.

"I guess, but I...," she yawned, her eyes remaining closed, "I don't know how it is I can do that. She...she was the one person who kept me from giving up on life. She was the reason I never gave in to the Better Living goons." she muttered. Poison cocked his head.

"Don't you think you could just hold onto that feeling of determination?" he asked. Wasn't like him to say things bluntly like that, but he couldn't find a way around it. She shrugged weakly.

"I honestly don't know anymore," she breathed, another fat tear falling down her cheek and onto his shirt. He hugged her close again, only feeling slightly awkward: it was a basic instinct for him. He bent his head down to her ear.

"You are a ballsy little girl," he murmured, "I bet ya 2 laser guns you can get through this," he smiled.

"Try calling me a little girl again, I dare you," she whispered harshly.

"You didn't hear anything after that did you?" he asked sadly.

"Not so much," she smirked sleepily, "I know this is probably all a dream anyway. What's the point in listening to every last word when I'll probably end up forgetting it anyway?"

Poison paused.

"And if it's not?" he asked.

"I'll be damned if it's not. No one could ever be this kind to me without some kind of motive. Really learned that the hard way with the Better Living creeps. They tried to lure me in with compliments," she snorted.

Poison stared at her stunned in the dim lighting. Had her faith in humanity really dipped so low?

"You don't think it's possible for people to care about each other?" he asked.

"Not much. Bea seemed to be the last person with a clear mind and a good heart. No compassion elsewhere really," another tear slipped, "which is why I am going to miss her so bloody much."

He hugged her closer and rubbed her back as she began to cry into his chest. As soon as she seemed to stop he thought it was okay to speak.

"Look," he whispered gently, "I wouldn't lose hope if I were you. Because I think that there are at least some kind people left in the world. And I'm sure they would love to have you," he smiled. She shook her head and smiled vaguely.

"Such big hopes you have..." she drifted. After a few silent moments Poison found it was safe to say she was back to sleep. That didn't stop her from crying though.

Several times she had nightmares which caused her to cry in her sleep, and several times Poison had woken her up and made an attempt to comfort her. There had even been a couple of points where he had even gotten up to get her tissues. And during the last of his trips he just went to retrieve an entire box.

She had murmured countless "thank you"s to which he had responded to with hugs and "don't lose sleep over it"s.

They were there, sitting on the floor for what felt like an entire night, and with every night a morning is sure to follow. And when it did, and everyone woke, she was gone as though she had never existed.

A/N Ooo, look, I ended with another cliffhanger! Diabolical little old me! If you want to read the next chapter you are going to have to work for it! Don't get me wrong, subscriptions are nice, but I like reviews better: tells me what it is I'm doing right and wrong. So what do you say, leave me a review and get a new chapter in return? Sounds like a fair trade to me!