Lullaby [19/20] PART THREE.
Title: Lullaby
Author: hearts_lust
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Gabe/William, slight mentions of Spencer/Jon
POV: Second, Ryan.
Summary: Brendon and Ryan are married and live next door to Gabe and William. The two are happy with their lives, but Ryan suggests adoption. Brendon agrees, but isn't sure how things will work out.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. Title and song lyrics belong to The Spill Canvas <3
Beta: victoria4_xo THIS CHAPTER NOT BETA'D
Author Notes: If you haven't read Just Face It; You Need Me, this probably won't make sense. But who knows.
Dedications: tailover5, fobluver3, santisantisanti, shellxfobxfan, xoxomaryxoxo
Previous
“Ryan, can you come over? I need to talk to you. Big time,” Spencer said through the phone.
“Yeah, I can be there in ten. Is everything okay?” You ask, concern lacing your voice.
“Yeah. No. Not really. I just-hurry up, okay?”
“Okay Spen. Just, I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Alright. I love you, Ryan.”
“I love you too, Spen.” You hang up the phone, quickly tell Brendon bye, and rush out of the door.
You never should’ve hung up the phone. You’re so fucking stupid. You’ve always been taught that when something’s not right, to not get off the phone with that person. It could be dangerous, and in this case, it was.
“What’s going on?” you ask the officer when you arrive at Spencer’s.
“Are you Ryan Ross?”
“Y-yeah. Well, Ryan Urie now. Why? What happened to Spencer?”
“I’m afraid there’s been an accident. This is for you.”
You take the note he’s holding out to you and read it to yourself:
“Ryan, I know this is stupid. But so much shit has been going on I just. I can’t handle it. This was the only way. I know you said I could always talk to you, but you’ve been so busy with Brendon and Jenny that I felt jealous and left out. I thought that you were too busy for your best friend. I never told you that Jon dumped me. So did Hayley. She found out about me and him, you know, hooking up like that and everything. Jon left me for Brendon, but apparently Brendon didn’t want him so he went to someone else. Someone who’s not me. Apparently I’m just not good enough for anybody. I’m really sorry, Ryan, that I had to do this to you. I know how you love me and I just want you to know that I love you too. No matter what happened, I could always talk to you. Just, not about this. I’m sorry.”
“But why would he do this? Officer, what happened?”
“I’m sorry, son, but your friend’s dead. Killed himself. Poor kid couldn’t find another way to deal with his problems. Sorry for your loss, kid,”
“Officer. Officer wait! How did he… How’d he kill himself, exactly?”
“Overdose. Bottle of pills for his mother and a bottle of Jack Daniels.” The officers looks sympathetic, but you know he’s not. Spencer’s just another fucked up high school kid to this guy.
“Fuck. Spencer, why?!” you say to the officer. Well, not to the officer, but in his direction.
“Look, kid. Was there somethin’ goin’ on in his life that I need to know ‘bout? Anything that’ll help this boy’s case?”
“I-I don’t know anything, officer, I’m sorry I can’t help.”
“Don’t worry ‘bout it kid. Go home and get yourself some sleep. I know this is hard for you.” You nod your head, tears coming out of your eyes. You get into your car and drive back home. Ambulances and police cars with their lights flashing pass you constantly and you think that maybe this night is horrible for someone else.
Your phone rings as you pull into a gas station to fill your car back up, but seeing no one in the store or around it, only cars in the parking spaces. “Hello?”
“Is this Ryan Urie?”
“Y-yeah. Who’s this?”
“This is the county hospital. Your husband and daughter have been in a car crash and both are in critical condition.”
“Fuck, are you serious?! Damn it I’ll be there in five.” You slam your phone shut and drive away, no longer worried about the gas you needed. You do eighty the whole way there, weaving in and out of traffic. You get there later than five minutes, but park your car and run into the hospital. “I’m Ryan Urie and I’m here to see Brendon and Jennifer Urie.”
The lady behind the desk looks over her glasses at you before typing their names in the computer. “Jennifer Urie has been stabilized and is in room 204.”
“Okay, good, good. What about Brendon; my husband?”
“I’m sorry,” she says, sympathetically, “but the doctors couldn’t save him. Doctor Rodgers will be out to see you momentarily to explain thing furthermore.”
You can’t breathe. You can’t see. You can’t move. All you can do is stare at the wall and ask her, “I’m sorry, what?” only to have the aforementioned doctor approach you.
“Mr. Urie? I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Losses,” you say. “My best friend died almost an hour ago.”
“I’m sorry. But Brendon has some internal bleeding. They were hit on the drivers’ side and he was found through the windshield. The seat belt, which normally would’ve held him in place, only created more damage. Apparently it’s not a very good car. We did all we could, but I’m afraid we were too late.”
You really can’t breathe now. Everything is happening so quickly, you don’t know what to do.
“Dr. Rodgers?” a nurse says frantically. “We’re loosing her. We’re loosing Jennifer.”
“What the fucking HELL?” you say out loud as you shoot up the bed. “Brendon?” you say, feeling around to make sure he’s there. You sigh of relief when you feel his sleeping body before you get up to check on Jenny. She, too, is sleeping soundly and you just crawl back into bed and cuddle up to Brendon. Good thing it was only a dream.
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-ducks- DON'T HATE ME. I'm sick, I'm tired, I couldn't think of anything better to write and this just kind of happened. I don't know. Just know that I love you all and I don't want you to kill me. (: Comments are appreciated. <3
Author: hearts_lust
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Gabe/William, slight mentions of Spencer/Jon
POV: Second, Ryan.
Summary: Brendon and Ryan are married and live next door to Gabe and William. The two are happy with their lives, but Ryan suggests adoption. Brendon agrees, but isn't sure how things will work out.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. Title and song lyrics belong to The Spill Canvas <3
Beta: victoria4_xo THIS CHAPTER NOT BETA'D
Author Notes: If you haven't read Just Face It; You Need Me, this probably won't make sense. But who knows.
Dedications: tailover5, fobluver3, santisantisanti, shellxfobxfan, xoxomaryxoxo
Previous
“Ryan, can you come over? I need to talk to you. Big time,” Spencer said through the phone.
“Yeah, I can be there in ten. Is everything okay?” You ask, concern lacing your voice.
“Yeah. No. Not really. I just-hurry up, okay?”
“Okay Spen. Just, I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Alright. I love you, Ryan.”
“I love you too, Spen.” You hang up the phone, quickly tell Brendon bye, and rush out of the door.
You never should’ve hung up the phone. You’re so fucking stupid. You’ve always been taught that when something’s not right, to not get off the phone with that person. It could be dangerous, and in this case, it was.
“What’s going on?” you ask the officer when you arrive at Spencer’s.
“Are you Ryan Ross?”
“Y-yeah. Well, Ryan Urie now. Why? What happened to Spencer?”
“I’m afraid there’s been an accident. This is for you.”
You take the note he’s holding out to you and read it to yourself:
“Ryan, I know this is stupid. But so much shit has been going on I just. I can’t handle it. This was the only way. I know you said I could always talk to you, but you’ve been so busy with Brendon and Jenny that I felt jealous and left out. I thought that you were too busy for your best friend. I never told you that Jon dumped me. So did Hayley. She found out about me and him, you know, hooking up like that and everything. Jon left me for Brendon, but apparently Brendon didn’t want him so he went to someone else. Someone who’s not me. Apparently I’m just not good enough for anybody. I’m really sorry, Ryan, that I had to do this to you. I know how you love me and I just want you to know that I love you too. No matter what happened, I could always talk to you. Just, not about this. I’m sorry.”
“But why would he do this? Officer, what happened?”
“I’m sorry, son, but your friend’s dead. Killed himself. Poor kid couldn’t find another way to deal with his problems. Sorry for your loss, kid,”
“Officer. Officer wait! How did he… How’d he kill himself, exactly?”
“Overdose. Bottle of pills for his mother and a bottle of Jack Daniels.” The officers looks sympathetic, but you know he’s not. Spencer’s just another fucked up high school kid to this guy.
“Fuck. Spencer, why?!” you say to the officer. Well, not to the officer, but in his direction.
“Look, kid. Was there somethin’ goin’ on in his life that I need to know ‘bout? Anything that’ll help this boy’s case?”
“I-I don’t know anything, officer, I’m sorry I can’t help.”
“Don’t worry ‘bout it kid. Go home and get yourself some sleep. I know this is hard for you.” You nod your head, tears coming out of your eyes. You get into your car and drive back home. Ambulances and police cars with their lights flashing pass you constantly and you think that maybe this night is horrible for someone else.
Your phone rings as you pull into a gas station to fill your car back up, but seeing no one in the store or around it, only cars in the parking spaces. “Hello?”
“Is this Ryan Urie?”
“Y-yeah. Who’s this?”
“This is the county hospital. Your husband and daughter have been in a car crash and both are in critical condition.”
“Fuck, are you serious?! Damn it I’ll be there in five.” You slam your phone shut and drive away, no longer worried about the gas you needed. You do eighty the whole way there, weaving in and out of traffic. You get there later than five minutes, but park your car and run into the hospital. “I’m Ryan Urie and I’m here to see Brendon and Jennifer Urie.”
The lady behind the desk looks over her glasses at you before typing their names in the computer. “Jennifer Urie has been stabilized and is in room 204.”
“Okay, good, good. What about Brendon; my husband?”
“I’m sorry,” she says, sympathetically, “but the doctors couldn’t save him. Doctor Rodgers will be out to see you momentarily to explain thing furthermore.”
You can’t breathe. You can’t see. You can’t move. All you can do is stare at the wall and ask her, “I’m sorry, what?” only to have the aforementioned doctor approach you.
“Mr. Urie? I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Losses,” you say. “My best friend died almost an hour ago.”
“I’m sorry. But Brendon has some internal bleeding. They were hit on the drivers’ side and he was found through the windshield. The seat belt, which normally would’ve held him in place, only created more damage. Apparently it’s not a very good car. We did all we could, but I’m afraid we were too late.”
You really can’t breathe now. Everything is happening so quickly, you don’t know what to do.
“Dr. Rodgers?” a nurse says frantically. “We’re loosing her. We’re loosing Jennifer.”
“What the fucking HELL?” you say out loud as you shoot up the bed. “Brendon?” you say, feeling around to make sure he’s there. You sigh of relief when you feel his sleeping body before you get up to check on Jenny. She, too, is sleeping soundly and you just crawl back into bed and cuddle up to Brendon. Good thing it was only a dream.
~~~
-ducks- DON'T HATE ME. I'm sick, I'm tired, I couldn't think of anything better to write and this just kind of happened. I don't know. Just know that I love you all and I don't want you to kill me. (: Comments are appreciated. <3