[fanficton] I don't want to go.
365 Gay Sharks
Day 7, Word Count: 729
Theme: January; Month of New Discoveries
This post is part of the 365 Gay Sharks project. If you would like to learn more about this project, click here to read more about it. :D
Fandom/Pairings: Bandom; vague Gerard/Mikey
Rating: R.
Pre-Notes: . . . I'm on a sad kick right now. Just so we're clear: NO ONE DIES IN THIS FIC. You can read an alternate version of this scene here on teh_slush's journal. It's better, you should do that.
Disclaimer: Oh god no.
Summary: The hard part is not Mikey dying. The hard part is letting Mikey go after it happens.
I don't want to go.
It's a war, and that means that people die. Gerard knows that, knows it's selfish to drag his brother into it. Knows that Mikey will go wherever Gerard drags him. It doesn't stop him from doing it, stop him from waving the psychic paper around and getting them enlisted in the army and them they're on the front lines. They're on the front lines, and Gerard doesn't know anything about human wars. He assumed this would be easier, didn't know it would be like this at all.
There is screaming and gunshots and everything is so fast, quick. How can humans do this? How can they destroy so ruthlessly without reason? Gerard doesn't know, is lost in the rush of people moving off the boat and onto land, storming the beach. He loses track of Mikey somewhere in all that, the crush of bodies and the rampant chaos, but then he sees Mikey, sees Mikey run and fall. Sees the medic working on him, sees the medic give up, and he's vaguely aware of the fact that he's shouting. Gerard is trying to get to him almost immediately, but there are people holding him back and he struggles until they release him, and then Gerard is rushing over, falling to his knees next to Mikey and pressing his fingers to ever pulse point he can remember thinking oh god oh god be okay.
"Mikey," Gerard chokes out, raw and teary, "Mikey, please."
Gerard keeps saying Mikey's name, frantically checking and hoping. Then, there-there it was, one of Mikey's heartbeats. It was slow and faint but Mikey wasn't dead. Gerard let his eyes close and breathed for a couple of moments, listening to Mikey's heatbeat.
"Oh thank god," Gerard whispered, "Mikey? Mikey, you should wake up now-come on . . ."
The seconds stretched on. Mikey didn't move, didn't open his eyes, and Gerard squeezed his eyes shut tighter. The TARDIS was too far away, too far and he hadn't even thought about this, hadn't considered this at all. This was not how it was supposed to go, not how Mikey was supposed to-
Mikey groaned, and Gerard's eyes were flying open immediately, head moving from where it had been listening to Mikey's heartbeat. He slipped one of his hands into Mikey's.
"Mikey? Hey, Mikey, can you hear me? Squeeze if you can, alright?"
There's nothing for a few absolutely terrifying seconds, and then there's a slight, slight squeeze. Gerard lets go of a breath he didn't know he was holding and squeezes Mikey's hand back. Mikey's okay, Mikey's okay and he can just regenerate, nevermind that Gerard's so so out of his depth here.
"Okay," Gerard says, mostly talking just to hear himself, "Mikey, I know you've never done this before, but it's not that bad. Really . . . Just. Just relax, okay?"
He doesn't know what to expect, only knows the vague stories his grandmother would tell him sometimes. Only knows what he was taught, what he's overheard. It was all conflicting, and Gerard pushed it all aside, just grabbing Mikey's shoulders and willing something, anything anything at all to happen. He couldn't lose Mikey, Mikey was all he had and and and-Mikey went still, like a corpse, and Gerard felt Mikey body send shocks up. There was a whoosh, but Gerard couldn't tell if it was wind or something related to Mikey, and then Mikey started to glow, like firemoths or whatever those glowing bugs were called.
Mikey started shifting, remolding, and Gerard just watch, unable to tell if this was good or bad until finally, finally Mikey said something.
"Gee?"
"Oh," Gerard hugged Mikey close, closer than probably healthy, "thank-fuck, Mikey. Fucking scared me,you little fucker . . ."
----
They don't stay very long after that, and Gerard takes them back to the school. He takes them to the school and Gerard maybe watches Mikey more carefully, maybe like a hawk, and Mikey sighs a lot.
"I'm fine, Gee. Let's go somewhere."
Even though Mikey always follows Gerard, Gerard follows Mikey too. So they go somewhere, become the Marching band of the Damned, and help a caner patient over to the other side. It's relieving in some way, and Gerard gets it then Gets that Mikey isn't going anywhere, that Gerard can breathe again. Doesn't need to keep watch like a hawk.
He breathes.
----
Postit-Notes: Oh god this changes tenses everywhere and it sucks but the point of 365 Gay Sharks is not quality, so I'm good. I'll come back and fix it later, probably.
This entry originally posted here. Original entry currently has
comments. :D
Day 7, Word Count: 729
Theme: January; Month of New Discoveries
This post is part of the 365 Gay Sharks project. If you would like to learn more about this project, click here to read more about it. :D
Fandom/Pairings: Bandom; vague Gerard/Mikey
Rating: R.
Pre-Notes: . . . I'm on a sad kick right now. Just so we're clear: NO ONE DIES IN THIS FIC. You can read an alternate version of this scene here on teh_slush's journal. It's better, you should do that.
Disclaimer: Oh god no.
Summary: The hard part is not Mikey dying. The hard part is letting Mikey go after it happens.
I don't want to go.
It's a war, and that means that people die. Gerard knows that, knows it's selfish to drag his brother into it. Knows that Mikey will go wherever Gerard drags him. It doesn't stop him from doing it, stop him from waving the psychic paper around and getting them enlisted in the army and them they're on the front lines. They're on the front lines, and Gerard doesn't know anything about human wars. He assumed this would be easier, didn't know it would be like this at all.
There is screaming and gunshots and everything is so fast, quick. How can humans do this? How can they destroy so ruthlessly without reason? Gerard doesn't know, is lost in the rush of people moving off the boat and onto land, storming the beach. He loses track of Mikey somewhere in all that, the crush of bodies and the rampant chaos, but then he sees Mikey, sees Mikey run and fall. Sees the medic working on him, sees the medic give up, and he's vaguely aware of the fact that he's shouting. Gerard is trying to get to him almost immediately, but there are people holding him back and he struggles until they release him, and then Gerard is rushing over, falling to his knees next to Mikey and pressing his fingers to ever pulse point he can remember thinking oh god oh god be okay.
"Mikey," Gerard chokes out, raw and teary, "Mikey, please."
Gerard keeps saying Mikey's name, frantically checking and hoping. Then, there-there it was, one of Mikey's heartbeats. It was slow and faint but Mikey wasn't dead. Gerard let his eyes close and breathed for a couple of moments, listening to Mikey's heatbeat.
"Oh thank god," Gerard whispered, "Mikey? Mikey, you should wake up now-come on . . ."
The seconds stretched on. Mikey didn't move, didn't open his eyes, and Gerard squeezed his eyes shut tighter. The TARDIS was too far away, too far and he hadn't even thought about this, hadn't considered this at all. This was not how it was supposed to go, not how Mikey was supposed to-
Mikey groaned, and Gerard's eyes were flying open immediately, head moving from where it had been listening to Mikey's heartbeat. He slipped one of his hands into Mikey's.
"Mikey? Hey, Mikey, can you hear me? Squeeze if you can, alright?"
There's nothing for a few absolutely terrifying seconds, and then there's a slight, slight squeeze. Gerard lets go of a breath he didn't know he was holding and squeezes Mikey's hand back. Mikey's okay, Mikey's okay and he can just regenerate, nevermind that Gerard's so so out of his depth here.
"Okay," Gerard says, mostly talking just to hear himself, "Mikey, I know you've never done this before, but it's not that bad. Really . . . Just. Just relax, okay?"
He doesn't know what to expect, only knows the vague stories his grandmother would tell him sometimes. Only knows what he was taught, what he's overheard. It was all conflicting, and Gerard pushed it all aside, just grabbing Mikey's shoulders and willing something, anything anything at all to happen. He couldn't lose Mikey, Mikey was all he had and and and-Mikey went still, like a corpse, and Gerard felt Mikey body send shocks up. There was a whoosh, but Gerard couldn't tell if it was wind or something related to Mikey, and then Mikey started to glow, like firemoths or whatever those glowing bugs were called.
Mikey started shifting, remolding, and Gerard just watch, unable to tell if this was good or bad until finally, finally Mikey said something.
"Gee?"
"Oh," Gerard hugged Mikey close, closer than probably healthy, "thank-fuck, Mikey. Fucking scared me,you little fucker . . ."
----
They don't stay very long after that, and Gerard takes them back to the school. He takes them to the school and Gerard maybe watches Mikey more carefully, maybe like a hawk, and Mikey sighs a lot.
"I'm fine, Gee. Let's go somewhere."
Even though Mikey always follows Gerard, Gerard follows Mikey too. So they go somewhere, become the Marching band of the Damned, and help a caner patient over to the other side. It's relieving in some way, and Gerard gets it then Gets that Mikey isn't going anywhere, that Gerard can breathe again. Doesn't need to keep watch like a hawk.
He breathes.
----
Postit-Notes: Oh god this changes tenses everywhere and it sucks but the point of 365 Gay Sharks is not quality, so I'm good. I'll come back and fix it later, probably.
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