Today's The Day We're Breaking Out
Title: Today's The Day We're Breaking Out
Pairings: John/Bobby
Prompt: Madina Lake | Now Or Never
Warnings: Character death
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Too long in the same place
I'm sinking into this town.
I've charmed the same old snakes
I think we gotta get out
I'm slapping my hands frantically over my nightstand looking for my Zippo and the car keys. I'm surprised no one's come barging in asking me what the fuck I'm doing up so late, then I realize everyone in this Hell hole will already be awake. Finally, I find my wallet, keys, and Zippo then shove them into my pockets and haul ass out of the room. I'm almost to the door before I get caught.
Its Mystique.
She's sitting in the living room with a book, but her yellow eyes are locked on mine. "You sure?" Is all she asks, no judgment, no damnation, just wanting a decision. I nod my head, stupid grin on my face. "Fine then." She waves her hand at the door. "The bag's for you." I look at her questioningly but she's ignoring me and gone back to her book. I find the bag she's talking about hanging off the door knob. Its got fifty grand in it easily. I chuckle and look back in the living to tell Mystique that we won't be needing it, but she's gone.
He said let's change our luck
This night is all we've got
Drive fast until we crash
This dead end life
Sweet dreams that won't come true
I'd leave it all for you
Brick walls keep closing in
Let's make a run tonight
You're waiting on the porch for me, bright blue eyes casting glances all over the place. I notice the porch light doesn't come on as it usually does. Really, Bobby, I don't understand why you're being so stealthy about this. It's not like any of the neighbors pay any attention to us. I can't resist pulling you into a kiss as I see you. I show you the bag and its contents and you let out a quiet laugh as well. Mystique's a good woman under all the layers of bitchy terrorist right-hand woman to the devil himself.
What are we waiting for?
These years are dying slowly,
Today is still in front of us
And we're breaking out
Cause today is now or never.
You slink to the car like you're going to hijack it, looking over your shoulder and skittish as a bunny. I'm almost embarrassed but you're just too cute. You do a sort of James Bond roll over the hood and you get into the passenger side with the speed of lightening. I snicker as I get into the driver's seat and you look very pleased with yourself. I can't believe we're actually doing this, it all seems like a dream.
I don't want a life of agony
I wont be another tragedy
And I won't pretend I don't exist
Invisible until I turn to dust,
Open your eyes we're still alive.
When I start the car, you flinch at the loudness. As if someone's going to look out their window, see us driving away, and follow us. As if. No one pays attention to other people in the middle of the day, much less at night. They probably think we're sneaking out to go to some club or something, no one knows what we're really doing. After all, we even fooled Xavier, Mystique, and Magneto. We're in the car and we're not getting caught.
Let's burn our dreams into the skyline
Tattoo our sweat in tears
Forever you and I
Hold your breath till we cross the sundown
This is the moment
Time is racing slow it down
I pull out of the driveway and drive down the street just like someone would if they were on their way to the grocery store. When we pass the stop sign at the end of the street and turn onto the highway, you squeal excitedly and I can't help but smile. We're finally doing it. I can't help a glance at you and my smile widens, the look on your face reminds me of the Christmas before everything was shot to hell and I'd gotten you that chick flick, Pride and Prejudice, and even watched it with you. The look on your face screams utter happiness.
What was I waiting for,
The years went flying by me
And I can't ever get them back
What was I afraid of,
I just want to live my life while I'm still alive
Looking slyly at me out of the corner of your eyes, you slip your Nena CD into the CD player and begin belting out her lyrics at the top of your lungs. Oh, Bobby, you clever little bastard. You know I'm too excited to even yell at you for bringing that crap into my car. You're dancing in your seat now, and I even start humming along. Bastard. You know I hate this kind of bad excuse for music. I will never understand why you love it, not at all.
Before I break away from me
Cause this place is my lobotomy.
Imagine we were dead
Counting all the things we never did.
The excitement in the car is so thick and electric I feel like screaming. Even though it was your idea in the first place, I think it's getting better every second. I see the tattoo on my arm peek out past my shirt and I think, hell yeah, freedom really does feel good. And we're not even out of the city yet. That tattoo was my idea, Freedom in fancy, curling script on your left arm and my right. We're getting away with it, we're getting out. We're going to be free.
He said don't change your mind
Let's leave this town behind
We'll race right off the cliff
They will remember this
It all got so mundane
With you I'm back again
Just take me by the hand
We're close to the edge
A police siren flashes behind us and we both freak out - though I'm not sure why, what we're doing isn't illegal. Probably. After the cruiser races past us, you turn to me with wide eyes full of wasted panic and we both burst into laughter. I have to try hard to keep my eyes on the road and concentrate on not crashing into a tree. That'd be no fun. The police are idiots, they won't recognize me and all you have to do is turn on your boy scout Bobby charm and we could get away with murder. Shaking my head I reach out my hand and give your's a light squeeze before grabbing the steering wheel again.
I remember when you told me
I should live like I'm dying
The safest place in life is now,
Today's the day we're breaking out.
Your CD ends, finally, and you look frustrated. Reaching into the back seat, you sift through all the crap and garbage back there and pull something back. After you put your Nena CD safely away in its case, the sounds of Metallica fill the car. Ooh, Bobby. You're the best boyfriend ever, you know that? The best. As if you can read my thoughts, you smile, pleased.
We're finally alive
Never looking back at what we've done
We'll say it was love
Cause I would die for you
Best boyfriend in the whole world, I think contentedly. Then I frown. What a great world that turned out to be, a world where it's not even fucking legal to be with the one person you love. So what if we're both men? That couldn't matter any less to either of us, so why is it so god damn important to everyone else? You can see the annoyed look on my face and without a thought light a cigarette for me, you always knew me so well.
Where are your guts to fly
Soaring through, through the night
Leave the edge and fly
So, that's why we decided this world doesn't deserve us. You and I, Bobby, we deserve so much better.
"There," you say, pointing out the black windshield. Your voice wavers from the excitement. I check out where you're pointing and nod, speeding up a tad. I can feel you keep your eyes on me the whole time. The CD ends but something fuzzy has invaded my ears and if you say something I don't hear it.
We're getting close. I take my hand off the steering wheel, toss my cigarette out the window, and grab for yours. I decide we're under control, so I take my other hand off the wheel and pull you practically onto my lap. Kissing you, I whisper in your ear, "I love you," as my tears fall into your hair.
“I love you too.” You say as the front of my Escalade breaks the tiny wood divider easily and the road falls away. There's nothing in front of us but a long drop down, and then freedom.
So what's left to prove
We have made it through.
AN: My beta disappeared on me (or at least returned the e-mail) so I have no idea how this turned out other than sad.
Pairings: John/Bobby
Prompt: Madina Lake | Now Or Never
Warnings: Character death
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Too long in the same place
I'm sinking into this town.
I've charmed the same old snakes
I think we gotta get out
I'm slapping my hands frantically over my nightstand looking for my Zippo and the car keys. I'm surprised no one's come barging in asking me what the fuck I'm doing up so late, then I realize everyone in this Hell hole will already be awake. Finally, I find my wallet, keys, and Zippo then shove them into my pockets and haul ass out of the room. I'm almost to the door before I get caught.
Its Mystique.
She's sitting in the living room with a book, but her yellow eyes are locked on mine. "You sure?" Is all she asks, no judgment, no damnation, just wanting a decision. I nod my head, stupid grin on my face. "Fine then." She waves her hand at the door. "The bag's for you." I look at her questioningly but she's ignoring me and gone back to her book. I find the bag she's talking about hanging off the door knob. Its got fifty grand in it easily. I chuckle and look back in the living to tell Mystique that we won't be needing it, but she's gone.
He said let's change our luck
This night is all we've got
Drive fast until we crash
This dead end life
Sweet dreams that won't come true
I'd leave it all for you
Brick walls keep closing in
Let's make a run tonight
You're waiting on the porch for me, bright blue eyes casting glances all over the place. I notice the porch light doesn't come on as it usually does. Really, Bobby, I don't understand why you're being so stealthy about this. It's not like any of the neighbors pay any attention to us. I can't resist pulling you into a kiss as I see you. I show you the bag and its contents and you let out a quiet laugh as well. Mystique's a good woman under all the layers of bitchy terrorist right-hand woman to the devil himself.
What are we waiting for?
These years are dying slowly,
Today is still in front of us
And we're breaking out
Cause today is now or never.
You slink to the car like you're going to hijack it, looking over your shoulder and skittish as a bunny. I'm almost embarrassed but you're just too cute. You do a sort of James Bond roll over the hood and you get into the passenger side with the speed of lightening. I snicker as I get into the driver's seat and you look very pleased with yourself. I can't believe we're actually doing this, it all seems like a dream.
I don't want a life of agony
I wont be another tragedy
And I won't pretend I don't exist
Invisible until I turn to dust,
Open your eyes we're still alive.
When I start the car, you flinch at the loudness. As if someone's going to look out their window, see us driving away, and follow us. As if. No one pays attention to other people in the middle of the day, much less at night. They probably think we're sneaking out to go to some club or something, no one knows what we're really doing. After all, we even fooled Xavier, Mystique, and Magneto. We're in the car and we're not getting caught.
Let's burn our dreams into the skyline
Tattoo our sweat in tears
Forever you and I
Hold your breath till we cross the sundown
This is the moment
Time is racing slow it down
I pull out of the driveway and drive down the street just like someone would if they were on their way to the grocery store. When we pass the stop sign at the end of the street and turn onto the highway, you squeal excitedly and I can't help but smile. We're finally doing it. I can't help a glance at you and my smile widens, the look on your face reminds me of the Christmas before everything was shot to hell and I'd gotten you that chick flick, Pride and Prejudice, and even watched it with you. The look on your face screams utter happiness.
What was I waiting for,
The years went flying by me
And I can't ever get them back
What was I afraid of,
I just want to live my life while I'm still alive
Looking slyly at me out of the corner of your eyes, you slip your Nena CD into the CD player and begin belting out her lyrics at the top of your lungs. Oh, Bobby, you clever little bastard. You know I'm too excited to even yell at you for bringing that crap into my car. You're dancing in your seat now, and I even start humming along. Bastard. You know I hate this kind of bad excuse for music. I will never understand why you love it, not at all.
Before I break away from me
Cause this place is my lobotomy.
Imagine we were dead
Counting all the things we never did.
The excitement in the car is so thick and electric I feel like screaming. Even though it was your idea in the first place, I think it's getting better every second. I see the tattoo on my arm peek out past my shirt and I think, hell yeah, freedom really does feel good. And we're not even out of the city yet. That tattoo was my idea, Freedom in fancy, curling script on your left arm and my right. We're getting away with it, we're getting out. We're going to be free.
He said don't change your mind
Let's leave this town behind
We'll race right off the cliff
They will remember this
It all got so mundane
With you I'm back again
Just take me by the hand
We're close to the edge
A police siren flashes behind us and we both freak out - though I'm not sure why, what we're doing isn't illegal. Probably. After the cruiser races past us, you turn to me with wide eyes full of wasted panic and we both burst into laughter. I have to try hard to keep my eyes on the road and concentrate on not crashing into a tree. That'd be no fun. The police are idiots, they won't recognize me and all you have to do is turn on your boy scout Bobby charm and we could get away with murder. Shaking my head I reach out my hand and give your's a light squeeze before grabbing the steering wheel again.
I remember when you told me
I should live like I'm dying
The safest place in life is now,
Today's the day we're breaking out.
Your CD ends, finally, and you look frustrated. Reaching into the back seat, you sift through all the crap and garbage back there and pull something back. After you put your Nena CD safely away in its case, the sounds of Metallica fill the car. Ooh, Bobby. You're the best boyfriend ever, you know that? The best. As if you can read my thoughts, you smile, pleased.
We're finally alive
Never looking back at what we've done
We'll say it was love
Cause I would die for you
Best boyfriend in the whole world, I think contentedly. Then I frown. What a great world that turned out to be, a world where it's not even fucking legal to be with the one person you love. So what if we're both men? That couldn't matter any less to either of us, so why is it so god damn important to everyone else? You can see the annoyed look on my face and without a thought light a cigarette for me, you always knew me so well.
Where are your guts to fly
Soaring through, through the night
Leave the edge and fly
So, that's why we decided this world doesn't deserve us. You and I, Bobby, we deserve so much better.
"There," you say, pointing out the black windshield. Your voice wavers from the excitement. I check out where you're pointing and nod, speeding up a tad. I can feel you keep your eyes on me the whole time. The CD ends but something fuzzy has invaded my ears and if you say something I don't hear it.
We're getting close. I take my hand off the steering wheel, toss my cigarette out the window, and grab for yours. I decide we're under control, so I take my other hand off the wheel and pull you practically onto my lap. Kissing you, I whisper in your ear, "I love you," as my tears fall into your hair.
“I love you too.” You say as the front of my Escalade breaks the tiny wood divider easily and the road falls away. There's nothing in front of us but a long drop down, and then freedom.
So what's left to prove
We have made it through.
AN: My beta disappeared on me (or at least returned the e-mail) so I have no idea how this turned out other than sad.