When The Grave Speaks
Title: When The Grave Speaks
Author: alifeofourown
Pairing: Nathan Young/Simon Bellamy, if you squint
Person: Simon Bellamy
Rating: Teen
Summary: It was a shit situation, but for some reason, Simon was actually kind of glad that it had happened to him.
Warnings: Beer, Dirt, Graveyards
Dedication: Bitchy lifeisafantasy2 for introducing me to this amazing, amazing show.
Disclaimer: I got hit by the motherfucking storm too. I can fly!
Author Notes: And it just keeps coming. New fandom, thank you Keni, new fic, and new other things that I'm working on too! Mmm, I do lovelove my fic. (Mood used just for the lols. I AM NOT YOUR WHORE!)
"I tried to save him." Simon meant every word that he thought to Kelly in that club. He sipped at his beer, keeping his head down as he thought about what had happened just a few days ago. Nathan was gone, and he couldn't dare let himself think that it was a relief, despite the fact that Nathan tortured him, but that was how it had been. Nathan had fucked with everyone, but he picked on Simon the most, and it really made him want to punch him sometimes, but he never did. Despite the fact that he told the curly-haired boy that he had a ball sack, one that he hadn't seen, of course, he wasn't going to use his balls to gather up the courage to punch out the person that fucked with him. After all, he had been dealing with things like that for years.
College had been cruel to him. Especially with his next door neighbour, so Simon hadn't had an easy time throughout most of his life, but that didn't mean that he didn't want to stand up for himself. He really did, but he didn't do that around Nathan. Why, though? And why was he thinking about this now, after the boy was gone and out of their lives? Sighing a little bit, he set down his beer, looking up at Alisha and Curtis. "I'm gonna go," he said quietly, watching as Kelly burst into tears once again. She was supposed to be the strong one, but underneath all of that, she had grown to love Nathan. Simon could tell. He hated watching that, especially because it caused a vile twist in his guts, making him almost sick to his stomach, and it wasn't because Nathan was gone, but because it was his fault.
He could have saved Nathan if he had held on just a little bit tighter, but his hands slipped. He couldn't keep his grip on the other's hand, and that was what had caused the incident to happen. If he had just been able to hold on just a little bit longer, just long enough so that Nathan had been able to hoist himself back up, then none of this would have happened, but he wasn't that strong. He had always wanted himself to go and bulk up so that one day, he could get back at all of the people who ever tortured him for being a 'creep' or a 'stalker' or all of the other cruel names that they had called him in school, ones he didn't want to think about, but he never had. It would've been a nice idea, but Simon wasn't the type to work out or get into fights. He was more along the lines of the quiet person who hid behind something, his camera, for example. He was the one who stood back and plotted, made sure that his plans would follow through before he acted them out, but never managed to account for casualties. That was why he had met all of the people who he had become, well...the word friends didn't really work there. That was why he could turn invisible.
It was a shit situation, but for some reason, Simon was actually kind of glad that it had happened to him.
It had allowed him to meet Nathan.
Nathan. That name that wouldn't stop plaguing his mind. Nathan, Nathan, Nathan. That asshole, dick of a person was the only thing that Simon could think about, and it was potentially going to drive him mad. He needed to stop by the cemetery; needed to make sure that what happened had happened, because he felt like something was wrong. After all, a dick head was plaguing his mind. That was reason enough to be worried about the situation. He could hear the conversation of drunken people coming out of the club behind him, and it made him smile; a sick, twisted smile, but a smile nonetheless. Somewhere deep down in him, he was glad to know that not everybody was fucked up because of what had happened. Not everybody had been affected by the death of an asshole, but a somewhat meaningful asshole.
The cemetery was chilly, cold and dank and the exactly same thing that made up Simon's heart. Dead. It was all dead. Nathan, Sally, Tony, that kid from the very first day. So many people had had to die in the previous weeks and it was horrible and all their fault, but there was nothing that could be done about it at this point. They had to move on, but with Nathan, Simon didn't want to move on. He didn't want to believe that Nathan was dead and gone. It just didn't feel right, and when things didn't feel right, Simon wanted to fix them.
Awkwardly, he climbed onto Nathan's grave, his hand pressing into the sun-warmed dirt just beneath him. It all felt off, but for some reason, just sitting here, close to Nathan's body made him feel better. It made him feel, well, somewhat alright again. It was almost like nobody was dead and nobody had superpowers. It was all normal and okay again, and for that minute, Simon could smile and mean it. That shy, almost hidden smile slowly worked its way onto his face, causing him to close his eyes and just smile, letting the moonlight soak up inside of him. He felt light, free, happy. Everything was better.
He moved from the grave, the feeling almost instantly gone.
Simon sighed and stood up. He would have to bring Kelly 'round here tomorrow, because maybe then she'd stop crying and actually smile. Maybe then, something would happen, like she'd hear Nathan's thoughts of him screaming that the wankers buried him alive.
Yeah right. Simon almost laughed at the thought. If Nathan were actually alive down there, he'd kill everyone the second he got out, if he even managed to get out. Nonetheless, Simon smiled just a tiny bit as he moved away from the grave, lifting his arm up in an awkward half-wave. "See you," he said quietly before stepping off, knowing that somehow, someway, something was going to change for them.
And while it just might not be for the good of them all, it would somehow be okay.
Author: alifeofourown
Pairing: Nathan Young/Simon Bellamy, if you squint
Person: Simon Bellamy
Rating: Teen
Summary: It was a shit situation, but for some reason, Simon was actually kind of glad that it had happened to him.
Warnings: Beer, Dirt, Graveyards
Dedication: Bitchy lifeisafantasy2 for introducing me to this amazing, amazing show.
Disclaimer: I got hit by the motherfucking storm too. I can fly!
Author Notes: And it just keeps coming. New fandom, thank you Keni, new fic, and new other things that I'm working on too! Mmm, I do lovelove my fic. (Mood used just for the lols. I AM NOT YOUR WHORE!)
"I tried to save him." Simon meant every word that he thought to Kelly in that club. He sipped at his beer, keeping his head down as he thought about what had happened just a few days ago. Nathan was gone, and he couldn't dare let himself think that it was a relief, despite the fact that Nathan tortured him, but that was how it had been. Nathan had fucked with everyone, but he picked on Simon the most, and it really made him want to punch him sometimes, but he never did. Despite the fact that he told the curly-haired boy that he had a ball sack, one that he hadn't seen, of course, he wasn't going to use his balls to gather up the courage to punch out the person that fucked with him. After all, he had been dealing with things like that for years.
College had been cruel to him. Especially with his next door neighbour, so Simon hadn't had an easy time throughout most of his life, but that didn't mean that he didn't want to stand up for himself. He really did, but he didn't do that around Nathan. Why, though? And why was he thinking about this now, after the boy was gone and out of their lives? Sighing a little bit, he set down his beer, looking up at Alisha and Curtis. "I'm gonna go," he said quietly, watching as Kelly burst into tears once again. She was supposed to be the strong one, but underneath all of that, she had grown to love Nathan. Simon could tell. He hated watching that, especially because it caused a vile twist in his guts, making him almost sick to his stomach, and it wasn't because Nathan was gone, but because it was his fault.
He could have saved Nathan if he had held on just a little bit tighter, but his hands slipped. He couldn't keep his grip on the other's hand, and that was what had caused the incident to happen. If he had just been able to hold on just a little bit longer, just long enough so that Nathan had been able to hoist himself back up, then none of this would have happened, but he wasn't that strong. He had always wanted himself to go and bulk up so that one day, he could get back at all of the people who ever tortured him for being a 'creep' or a 'stalker' or all of the other cruel names that they had called him in school, ones he didn't want to think about, but he never had. It would've been a nice idea, but Simon wasn't the type to work out or get into fights. He was more along the lines of the quiet person who hid behind something, his camera, for example. He was the one who stood back and plotted, made sure that his plans would follow through before he acted them out, but never managed to account for casualties. That was why he had met all of the people who he had become, well...the word friends didn't really work there. That was why he could turn invisible.
It was a shit situation, but for some reason, Simon was actually kind of glad that it had happened to him.
It had allowed him to meet Nathan.
Nathan. That name that wouldn't stop plaguing his mind. Nathan, Nathan, Nathan. That asshole, dick of a person was the only thing that Simon could think about, and it was potentially going to drive him mad. He needed to stop by the cemetery; needed to make sure that what happened had happened, because he felt like something was wrong. After all, a dick head was plaguing his mind. That was reason enough to be worried about the situation. He could hear the conversation of drunken people coming out of the club behind him, and it made him smile; a sick, twisted smile, but a smile nonetheless. Somewhere deep down in him, he was glad to know that not everybody was fucked up because of what had happened. Not everybody had been affected by the death of an asshole, but a somewhat meaningful asshole.
The cemetery was chilly, cold and dank and the exactly same thing that made up Simon's heart. Dead. It was all dead. Nathan, Sally, Tony, that kid from the very first day. So many people had had to die in the previous weeks and it was horrible and all their fault, but there was nothing that could be done about it at this point. They had to move on, but with Nathan, Simon didn't want to move on. He didn't want to believe that Nathan was dead and gone. It just didn't feel right, and when things didn't feel right, Simon wanted to fix them.
Awkwardly, he climbed onto Nathan's grave, his hand pressing into the sun-warmed dirt just beneath him. It all felt off, but for some reason, just sitting here, close to Nathan's body made him feel better. It made him feel, well, somewhat alright again. It was almost like nobody was dead and nobody had superpowers. It was all normal and okay again, and for that minute, Simon could smile and mean it. That shy, almost hidden smile slowly worked its way onto his face, causing him to close his eyes and just smile, letting the moonlight soak up inside of him. He felt light, free, happy. Everything was better.
He moved from the grave, the feeling almost instantly gone.
Simon sighed and stood up. He would have to bring Kelly 'round here tomorrow, because maybe then she'd stop crying and actually smile. Maybe then, something would happen, like she'd hear Nathan's thoughts of him screaming that the wankers buried him alive.
Yeah right. Simon almost laughed at the thought. If Nathan were actually alive down there, he'd kill everyone the second he got out, if he even managed to get out. Nonetheless, Simon smiled just a tiny bit as he moved away from the grave, lifting his arm up in an awkward half-wave. "See you," he said quietly before stepping off, knowing that somehow, someway, something was going to change for them.
And while it just might not be for the good of them all, it would somehow be okay.