Twins may have different lives, maybe even different deaths
In bed that night, Fred couldn't sleep, and he knew George was awake, too. "Do you think they're right?"
"What? Who?"
"Charlie and Oliver. Do you think they're right, about us? That we'd not cope well if the other… I mean if I died, or you died…"
"Stop!" George's breath came in painful gasps as he sat up at the thought. "We are Fred and George." He said fiercely. "Whatever we do, we do together. Death is no exception!"
Fred smiled at the imperious tone in his brother's voice. "It is possible…" he started softly.
"No. It. Is. NOT." George could feel himself losing control. Fiercely, he continued. "Because if it is… You better pray that I go first, brother, because if you try to beat me there I WILL follow you, and I WILL kick your bloody ass!" He ended on a snarl that almost made Fred laugh. Almost.
Fred was silent for some long moments before George's breath hitched and Fred realized George was trying not to cry. Damn it, so am I, he thought. Determinedly, he slipped out of his bed and into George's. They held on to each other against the fears that first Oliver, and then Charlie had planted. It was perhaps the first time in their lives they had even contemplated it was possible they were not one person. That they could, and would, have different experiences, different lives, maybe even different deaths.
In this World of Strangers, by AjesBlue
Premonitory excerpts like this still hurt a bit whenever you re-read old, old fics.
*Scans from the doujinshi Self Portrait by Fuku-Zin.