FIC: His Way Or Nothing.
Title: His Way Or Nothing
Author: misfitish
Pairing: Gabe/William
Summary: Gabe was stubborn, and William knew that everything he did, it was because he did it his way. Death!fic.
Wordcount: 796 words
Rating: PG-13 (just for the topic)
Notes: Based on what actually happened in May to my uncle. Obviously, certain things are changed to fit, but the main two things here actually happened. This has been bugging me for a while, and I just had to get it out in fic form, because that's a way I've found helps me deal with things.
Warnings: Suicide
Disclaimer: Completely 100% fake.
It was all happening too fast for William’s liking. He wished it didn’t have to happen at all. Why did this happen? Why couldn’t he have stopped it?
As he was sat in the pew of the church, his friends and family around him, he didn’t want to look up as the coffin of his beloved, his soul mate, his Gabe, was carried down the aisle to sit in front of them all.
As the pastor started speaking, William’s mind went off, to a few short weeks ago. When things were different. When things were good, before That Day.
That Day being a few days before Genevieve’s birthday, and she was babbling excitedly about having mommy and daddy and daddy Gabe all there. Since Christine and William had broken up, they were still in touch. They just realised that they were better off friends rather than a couple. Genevieve would see them both regularly, William often bringing Gabe along.
Gabe doted on her like she was his own. Christine had told William on more than one occasion, that she was happy that he had found someone like Gabe, that he was a million times better for him than she ever was.
Even after he found out about his illness, he wouldn’t let it get him down, he just took his pills, and pretended everything was fine and dandy around everyone.
William knew that it wasn’t though. Whenever they didn’t have Genevieve, he would lay in bed or on the couch, feeling too weak to do anything. William doted on him, helping him in anyway he could. But after a trip to the hospital, and being told the pills weren‘t working as they should, Gabe seemed to accept what was going to happen, and just continued with the same way he had been for the past 18 months, since he was first diagnosed.
It wasn’t until a month later that things seemed to be getting worse. When he went to see a doctor again, he was told he had mere months. It was a difficult time for them, but they put on happy faces for Genevieve.
It wasn’t until William woke up alone, Genevieve sleeping beside him, that things went wrong. William called out Gabe’s name. When he didn’t respond, he picked up Genevieve and walked downstairs, trying to find him.
And he did. In the shed they kept Genevieve’s outdoor toys in. Hanging from a rope.
When William saw him, he already knew it was too late, but he put Genevieve as carefully as he could on the floor and rushed to cut him down. He ran in to call for an ambulance before sitting in the shed with Gabe, holding Genevieve close, grateful she had fallen back asleep, despite William’s soft sobs.
Within a few hours, Christine had come over, along with the rest of William’s band, and Gabe’s body had been taken away to the morgue. The other Cobras were all flying in ASAP, Mike having to be the one to tell them, since William was still too upset to talk to anyone. He had called Mike to tell him, but had asked if he could then tell everyone else, that he wouldn’t be able to say it again.
Later, William had found that Gabe moved his cell from his bedside table on purpose, after he found it in the kitchen. Gabe had sent him a final text, and William assumed he had moved it so William wouldn’t wake. He also found out he sent a lot of 4am texts out to his friends, family, but after years of having him send them when he was drunk, no one thought differently of it until the news reached them.
William knew why he had done this though, why he had taken his own life. It was because he didn’t want to let the HIV get him, he wanted to do it his way. Gabe had been such a hard headed man, everything that happened in his life was because he wanted it to.
And now, sat at the funeral, looking at the coffin that had a double heart on it, William’s contribution flower-wise, and a large guitar, his band’s contribution, he realised that Gabe was out of the pain and misery that he had struggled with for over a year and half of his life.
He was finally free, and he knew that his Gabey would be waiting for him, when William was ready.
He could almost imagine Gabe leaning on his coffin, arms crossed, cocky grin on his face, watching William with love and affection. And as William went up to read a small eulogy, he could almost hear three words muttered into his ear, three words that gave him strength.
“Te quiero, Bilvy.”
END
Author: misfitish
Pairing: Gabe/William
Summary: Gabe was stubborn, and William knew that everything he did, it was because he did it his way. Death!fic.
Wordcount: 796 words
Rating: PG-13 (just for the topic)
Notes: Based on what actually happened in May to my uncle. Obviously, certain things are changed to fit, but the main two things here actually happened. This has been bugging me for a while, and I just had to get it out in fic form, because that's a way I've found helps me deal with things.
Warnings: Suicide
Disclaimer: Completely 100% fake.
It was all happening too fast for William’s liking. He wished it didn’t have to happen at all. Why did this happen? Why couldn’t he have stopped it?
As he was sat in the pew of the church, his friends and family around him, he didn’t want to look up as the coffin of his beloved, his soul mate, his Gabe, was carried down the aisle to sit in front of them all.
As the pastor started speaking, William’s mind went off, to a few short weeks ago. When things were different. When things were good, before That Day.
That Day being a few days before Genevieve’s birthday, and she was babbling excitedly about having mommy and daddy and daddy Gabe all there. Since Christine and William had broken up, they were still in touch. They just realised that they were better off friends rather than a couple. Genevieve would see them both regularly, William often bringing Gabe along.
Gabe doted on her like she was his own. Christine had told William on more than one occasion, that she was happy that he had found someone like Gabe, that he was a million times better for him than she ever was.
Even after he found out about his illness, he wouldn’t let it get him down, he just took his pills, and pretended everything was fine and dandy around everyone.
William knew that it wasn’t though. Whenever they didn’t have Genevieve, he would lay in bed or on the couch, feeling too weak to do anything. William doted on him, helping him in anyway he could. But after a trip to the hospital, and being told the pills weren‘t working as they should, Gabe seemed to accept what was going to happen, and just continued with the same way he had been for the past 18 months, since he was first diagnosed.
It wasn’t until a month later that things seemed to be getting worse. When he went to see a doctor again, he was told he had mere months. It was a difficult time for them, but they put on happy faces for Genevieve.
It wasn’t until William woke up alone, Genevieve sleeping beside him, that things went wrong. William called out Gabe’s name. When he didn’t respond, he picked up Genevieve and walked downstairs, trying to find him.
And he did. In the shed they kept Genevieve’s outdoor toys in. Hanging from a rope.
When William saw him, he already knew it was too late, but he put Genevieve as carefully as he could on the floor and rushed to cut him down. He ran in to call for an ambulance before sitting in the shed with Gabe, holding Genevieve close, grateful she had fallen back asleep, despite William’s soft sobs.
Within a few hours, Christine had come over, along with the rest of William’s band, and Gabe’s body had been taken away to the morgue. The other Cobras were all flying in ASAP, Mike having to be the one to tell them, since William was still too upset to talk to anyone. He had called Mike to tell him, but had asked if he could then tell everyone else, that he wouldn’t be able to say it again.
Later, William had found that Gabe moved his cell from his bedside table on purpose, after he found it in the kitchen. Gabe had sent him a final text, and William assumed he had moved it so William wouldn’t wake. He also found out he sent a lot of 4am texts out to his friends, family, but after years of having him send them when he was drunk, no one thought differently of it until the news reached them.
William knew why he had done this though, why he had taken his own life. It was because he didn’t want to let the HIV get him, he wanted to do it his way. Gabe had been such a hard headed man, everything that happened in his life was because he wanted it to.
And now, sat at the funeral, looking at the coffin that had a double heart on it, William’s contribution flower-wise, and a large guitar, his band’s contribution, he realised that Gabe was out of the pain and misery that he had struggled with for over a year and half of his life.
He was finally free, and he knew that his Gabey would be waiting for him, when William was ready.
He could almost imagine Gabe leaning on his coffin, arms crossed, cocky grin on his face, watching William with love and affection. And as William went up to read a small eulogy, he could almost hear three words muttered into his ear, three words that gave him strength.
“Te quiero, Bilvy.”
END