Panic Song
Title: Panic Song
Author: Craziestcatlady
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Billie/Tre
Word Count: 561
Notes: I've not been here in ... oh, ages and ages. I had an idea that wouldn't leave me alone, so I thought I'd share it.
Billie's heart was pounding loud in his ears, nearly, but not quite, drowning out Tre's drums. The singer stumbled toward the sound, a drowning man sighting land, grasping at the walls to keep from falling. He wanted to call out, to scream Tre's name, but his voice was constricting in his throat, suffocating him. He gasped for air, gulping it in with wild abandon. One shaking hand landed on the door knob between him and safety, and terror stilled him. He couldn't turn it, couldn't open the door. His next movement, his very next breath, would bring death. He knew it, he knew it, the way he knew his eyes were green.
With a burst of bravery he didn't think he had, he burst through the door, startling his drummer enough that the man dropped his drum sticks. Tre only needed one glance at his sweat-soaked and trembling band-mate to know what was wrong. His movements were precise, not too hurried, not too slow, so as not to further Billie's panic.
Wide green eyes were latched onto Tre, drinking in the sight of his face, certain that this was his last glimpse of the man he loved.
"Easy, baby, easy," Tre murmured, arms coming around Billie. He eased himself and the smaller man onto the floor, just pulling him against his chest so they were face to face curled together on the floor, feet and legs tangling.
"I don't want to die!" Billie's voice was shrill with fear, hands clutching at Tre as if a handful of cloth and drummer could keep him tethered to the earth. Tears began to chase each other down his cheeks, bringing the chocking sensation back.
"You're not going to die, Billie," Tre murmured, hands rubbing up and down the other man's back, a steady, soothing motion that had helped in the past. "You're just having a panic attack."
Billie nodded, hard, trying to accept it. His heart was pounding hard enough that Tre had no trouble feeling it where their chests were pressed together.
Tre began to whisper his usual mantra, voice calm and sure, "You are going to be fine. You are having a panic attack. You are not dying. I am here. I love you. You are not alone. You're going to be fine. I promise, everything's fine. I love you." He continued, his voice gently breaking through to Billie, easing the other man through the panic and into the strangely exhilarated, if exhausted, sensation of having just barely escaped death.
Tre's voice trailed off as Billie calmed, until the singer took a deep breath just to prove he could, blowing it out in a soft laugh. "God, I love you, Tre. How you care enough to save my pathetic life every day, I'll never know."
Tre gave Billie a stern look. "The last guy who talked shit about Billie Joe got punched in the mouth. No one hurts my man, not even himself."
Billie smiled and gave a quiet little laugh. "I do love you Tre, more than can possibly be measured."
"Good," Tre growled in mock-severity. He pulled Billie close, face softening into beatific contentment. "I love you, too." He pulled Billie's head to his shoulder, and they continued to lay on the floor for some time, each just happy that the other was alive and content to curl close together.
Author: Craziestcatlady
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Billie/Tre
Word Count: 561
Notes: I've not been here in ... oh, ages and ages. I had an idea that wouldn't leave me alone, so I thought I'd share it.
Billie's heart was pounding loud in his ears, nearly, but not quite, drowning out Tre's drums. The singer stumbled toward the sound, a drowning man sighting land, grasping at the walls to keep from falling. He wanted to call out, to scream Tre's name, but his voice was constricting in his throat, suffocating him. He gasped for air, gulping it in with wild abandon. One shaking hand landed on the door knob between him and safety, and terror stilled him. He couldn't turn it, couldn't open the door. His next movement, his very next breath, would bring death. He knew it, he knew it, the way he knew his eyes were green.
With a burst of bravery he didn't think he had, he burst through the door, startling his drummer enough that the man dropped his drum sticks. Tre only needed one glance at his sweat-soaked and trembling band-mate to know what was wrong. His movements were precise, not too hurried, not too slow, so as not to further Billie's panic.
Wide green eyes were latched onto Tre, drinking in the sight of his face, certain that this was his last glimpse of the man he loved.
"Easy, baby, easy," Tre murmured, arms coming around Billie. He eased himself and the smaller man onto the floor, just pulling him against his chest so they were face to face curled together on the floor, feet and legs tangling.
"I don't want to die!" Billie's voice was shrill with fear, hands clutching at Tre as if a handful of cloth and drummer could keep him tethered to the earth. Tears began to chase each other down his cheeks, bringing the chocking sensation back.
"You're not going to die, Billie," Tre murmured, hands rubbing up and down the other man's back, a steady, soothing motion that had helped in the past. "You're just having a panic attack."
Billie nodded, hard, trying to accept it. His heart was pounding hard enough that Tre had no trouble feeling it where their chests were pressed together.
Tre began to whisper his usual mantra, voice calm and sure, "You are going to be fine. You are having a panic attack. You are not dying. I am here. I love you. You are not alone. You're going to be fine. I promise, everything's fine. I love you." He continued, his voice gently breaking through to Billie, easing the other man through the panic and into the strangely exhilarated, if exhausted, sensation of having just barely escaped death.
Tre's voice trailed off as Billie calmed, until the singer took a deep breath just to prove he could, blowing it out in a soft laugh. "God, I love you, Tre. How you care enough to save my pathetic life every day, I'll never know."
Tre gave Billie a stern look. "The last guy who talked shit about Billie Joe got punched in the mouth. No one hurts my man, not even himself."
Billie smiled and gave a quiet little laugh. "I do love you Tre, more than can possibly be measured."
"Good," Tre growled in mock-severity. He pulled Billie close, face softening into beatific contentment. "I love you, too." He pulled Billie's head to his shoulder, and they continued to lay on the floor for some time, each just happy that the other was alive and content to curl close together.