Fic: Watch Me Burn
Title: Watch Me Burn
Pairing: Luke/Noah; Mention of Reid
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 700
Warning: Angst. Mention of canon character death.
Spoilers: Current with show. Based off the last scene with Luke in the September 8, 2010 Episode.
Summary: Noah finds Luke, exactly where he knew he'd be.
Notes: I couldn't get the last imagine of the boys out of my head from the show. This is what came. I also have had Eminem's song featuring Rihanna Love the Way You Lie stuck in my head so some of the inspiration comes from that. As does the title.
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Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well that's all right because I like the way it hurts
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You breathe in.
One.
Two.
You remember when you were little, clenched fists at your side, everything boiling up to the point of explosion through your fingertips. Everything bottled so tight, the slightest little hands pulling at the lid to pry it open would cause the red painted anger that hid within, buried so deep everyday, to just let go. Shoot through the air and the hell with whoever got in your way.
Next time count to ten, Noah. Sgt. McLean still ringing in your ears. And remember to breathe. Let it go, let it pass, son.
You do, next time. You count to ten and let it pass and breathe the cold, crisp air into your lungs smothering away the lit match that had ignited.
Three.
And you know where he is now; there really is only one place he can be. You also know you are the only person in the world that can find him at this moment.
Be there for him. Comfort him.
Console him over another man, another man that he loves. Maybe loves more than you.
Four.
Your fists clench up again at your sides, knuckles burning white into the stretch of your skin. Your body is heating up; beginning to fight within itself to control the impulse to run away. Save him from you being the one to help, save him from seeing the person he left behind.
For Reid.
The gasoline running through your veins now is slick, hot, shooting so fast it’s singeing the frayed edges that lead to your heart.
Five.
The heart he broke, or you broke, or you both broke. You had wanted to hurt, wanted to punish, wanted him to feel your anger. Wanted to take out your darkened, silenced world on the one person that would take it and never leave.
Until he did.
And went to him.
Six.
And now Reid’s dead. And you're still here, still feeling the pounding of your heart in your chest as the blood rushes through your body, pulling at your insides. It’s wet and thick and reminding you that you can’t escape him, can never escape him. Never get away from the feeling of heat that he causes, burning you until you are left with nothing but charcoal dust threatening to rise up and choke you. Kill you.
Blackening your world again, no genius doctor to save you this time.
Then maybe it would stop. Maybe this fire that still lights you up, causing you to want to grit your fists until they bleed, punching anything that gets in your way when it comes to him would finally go out. Finally burn down to nothing but a smoldering white smoke puffing out through your breath.
Seven.
Eight.
Except that’s not what you want. You want to feel like this, want to have this pain and anger and heat gutting you. Want your lips to taste like him, to have your throat glow with the remnants of his slickness. You want to have every pore of your body exhaling what’s left of the fire he scorched you with, the one that causes you to want to breathe everyday. It’s the one thing he taught you, made you see. Let you know what it was like to feel, to be alive like this.
To love like this.
Nine.
You see him now, where you knew he would be. Standing at the edge of the green tinged water, watching as it cleans the blades of grass that are brave enough to reach out. You wait for a minute, take this breath in. Let it cool you down, douse the flame that had risen up and tightened around your heart, making it bleed.
You let the biting laugh of the moment linger, the fact it is you here. You are the one; the small, broken boy that has run away from everything his whole life. You are the one that has run towards this, to him this time.
Finding him where only you knew he’d be.
Where chaos could rein but the world would never end.
Sounds kinda like picnics here at Snyder Farm. Expect the unexpected.
Ten.
You breathe out.
“Luke?”
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Pairing: Luke/Noah; Mention of Reid
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 700
Warning: Angst. Mention of canon character death.
Spoilers: Current with show. Based off the last scene with Luke in the September 8, 2010 Episode.
Summary: Noah finds Luke, exactly where he knew he'd be.
Notes: I couldn't get the last imagine of the boys out of my head from the show. This is what came. I also have had Eminem's song featuring Rihanna Love the Way You Lie stuck in my head so some of the inspiration comes from that. As does the title.
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Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well that's all right because I like the way it hurts
__________________________________________________
You breathe in.
One.
Two.
You remember when you were little, clenched fists at your side, everything boiling up to the point of explosion through your fingertips. Everything bottled so tight, the slightest little hands pulling at the lid to pry it open would cause the red painted anger that hid within, buried so deep everyday, to just let go. Shoot through the air and the hell with whoever got in your way.
Next time count to ten, Noah. Sgt. McLean still ringing in your ears. And remember to breathe. Let it go, let it pass, son.
You do, next time. You count to ten and let it pass and breathe the cold, crisp air into your lungs smothering away the lit match that had ignited.
Three.
And you know where he is now; there really is only one place he can be. You also know you are the only person in the world that can find him at this moment.
Be there for him. Comfort him.
Console him over another man, another man that he loves. Maybe loves more than you.
Four.
Your fists clench up again at your sides, knuckles burning white into the stretch of your skin. Your body is heating up; beginning to fight within itself to control the impulse to run away. Save him from you being the one to help, save him from seeing the person he left behind.
For Reid.
The gasoline running through your veins now is slick, hot, shooting so fast it’s singeing the frayed edges that lead to your heart.
Five.
The heart he broke, or you broke, or you both broke. You had wanted to hurt, wanted to punish, wanted him to feel your anger. Wanted to take out your darkened, silenced world on the one person that would take it and never leave.
Until he did.
And went to him.
Six.
And now Reid’s dead. And you're still here, still feeling the pounding of your heart in your chest as the blood rushes through your body, pulling at your insides. It’s wet and thick and reminding you that you can’t escape him, can never escape him. Never get away from the feeling of heat that he causes, burning you until you are left with nothing but charcoal dust threatening to rise up and choke you. Kill you.
Blackening your world again, no genius doctor to save you this time.
Then maybe it would stop. Maybe this fire that still lights you up, causing you to want to grit your fists until they bleed, punching anything that gets in your way when it comes to him would finally go out. Finally burn down to nothing but a smoldering white smoke puffing out through your breath.
Seven.
Eight.
Except that’s not what you want. You want to feel like this, want to have this pain and anger and heat gutting you. Want your lips to taste like him, to have your throat glow with the remnants of his slickness. You want to have every pore of your body exhaling what’s left of the fire he scorched you with, the one that causes you to want to breathe everyday. It’s the one thing he taught you, made you see. Let you know what it was like to feel, to be alive like this.
To love like this.
Nine.
You see him now, where you knew he would be. Standing at the edge of the green tinged water, watching as it cleans the blades of grass that are brave enough to reach out. You wait for a minute, take this breath in. Let it cool you down, douse the flame that had risen up and tightened around your heart, making it bleed.
You let the biting laugh of the moment linger, the fact it is you here. You are the one; the small, broken boy that has run away from everything his whole life. You are the one that has run towards this, to him this time.
Finding him where only you knew he’d be.
Where chaos could rein but the world would never end.
Sounds kinda like picnics here at Snyder Farm. Expect the unexpected.
Ten.
You breathe out.
“Luke?”
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