Fic: Death of a song. Green Cortina. Sam, Gene, Ray. by milly_gal
Title: Death of a song
Author: milly_gal
Characters: Sam/Gene
Rating: Green Cortina
Word Count: 464
Summary: Sam comes apart at the seams.
A/N: It's short, it's not sweet, it's brutal. I am sorry, but it bit and wouldn't leave me alone.
The broiling, bilious, acidic burn that's turning his stomach lining into the fairground ride from hell is about threatening to bring Sam's lunch back for a return trip.
He knows, he just knows that when he opens the door nothing will ever be the same again.
And yet, he's still going to do it.
Doitdoitdoitdoit.
That masochistic, maudlin, disturbingly maniacal voice inside his head is goading him into doing something that will rip the very foundations from beneath his Cuban heeled feet.
And he's still going to do it.
The hand hovering a few centimetres above the burnished doorknob is on fire, from the elbow down his left arm is in flame.
The right side of his brain is willing him to leave it alone. You don't need to know, please don't do this, it's suicide for your heart.
The left side, the side that makes him grind his teeth and dig his heels in and refuse to back down from a fight unless he's literally spitting teeth and kissing tarmac is egging him on. Go on, prove it, prove what an idiot you really are. You didn't seriously think you'd be happy did you?!?
Even though he's begging himself not to, he grabs the handle so hard he almost rips it from it's mechanism and slams shoulder first through the door of the house that Gene used to share with his wife and now shares with him.
The vision that greets him on the other side of that door is worse than he could have imagined.
He can't help it, he drops like a lead weight is attached to his throat. Eyes screwed shut against a picture that will forever be burned into the backs of his retinas, he vomits.
Throwing up would be a welcome release from this, this is the purging of everything Sam has ever eaten, everything that's ever entered his body, and it's his body's physical reaction to his heart, mind and soul's psychological destruction.
Every tiny little thing that has made him what he is, is totally and utterly obliterated within those four walls.
In amongst the maelstrom falling from within, he hears a shuffle of feet, a rustle of cloth and a gasp.
"Sammy!"
He feels hands on his shoulders, hears begging and apologies and all manner of platitudes that will now and always fall on deaf ears.
"M'sorry, please, m'sorry. Didn't mean...meant nothin', ple..."
Finally finding his feet and his voice, he pulls himself up to full height, looks Gene straight in his treacherous cerulean eyes, and spits in his face.
"You just lost the right to say anything to me other than goodbye!"
Eyes like cut glass, heart shattering into a thousand pieces, Sam dares Gene to argue.
When Gene simply hangs his head, Sam rips from within his grasp and throws himself towards the open door, the last thing he sees is Ray, doing up his fly and smirking.
Wic x
Author: milly_gal
Characters: Sam/Gene
Rating: Green Cortina
Word Count: 464
Summary: Sam comes apart at the seams.
A/N: It's short, it's not sweet, it's brutal. I am sorry, but it bit and wouldn't leave me alone.
The broiling, bilious, acidic burn that's turning his stomach lining into the fairground ride from hell is about threatening to bring Sam's lunch back for a return trip.
He knows, he just knows that when he opens the door nothing will ever be the same again.
And yet, he's still going to do it.
Doitdoitdoitdoit.
That masochistic, maudlin, disturbingly maniacal voice inside his head is goading him into doing something that will rip the very foundations from beneath his Cuban heeled feet.
And he's still going to do it.
The hand hovering a few centimetres above the burnished doorknob is on fire, from the elbow down his left arm is in flame.
The right side of his brain is willing him to leave it alone. You don't need to know, please don't do this, it's suicide for your heart.
The left side, the side that makes him grind his teeth and dig his heels in and refuse to back down from a fight unless he's literally spitting teeth and kissing tarmac is egging him on. Go on, prove it, prove what an idiot you really are. You didn't seriously think you'd be happy did you?!?
Even though he's begging himself not to, he grabs the handle so hard he almost rips it from it's mechanism and slams shoulder first through the door of the house that Gene used to share with his wife and now shares with him.
The vision that greets him on the other side of that door is worse than he could have imagined.
He can't help it, he drops like a lead weight is attached to his throat. Eyes screwed shut against a picture that will forever be burned into the backs of his retinas, he vomits.
Throwing up would be a welcome release from this, this is the purging of everything Sam has ever eaten, everything that's ever entered his body, and it's his body's physical reaction to his heart, mind and soul's psychological destruction.
Every tiny little thing that has made him what he is, is totally and utterly obliterated within those four walls.
In amongst the maelstrom falling from within, he hears a shuffle of feet, a rustle of cloth and a gasp.
"Sammy!"
He feels hands on his shoulders, hears begging and apologies and all manner of platitudes that will now and always fall on deaf ears.
"M'sorry, please, m'sorry. Didn't mean...meant nothin', ple..."
Finally finding his feet and his voice, he pulls himself up to full height, looks Gene straight in his treacherous cerulean eyes, and spits in his face.
"You just lost the right to say anything to me other than goodbye!"
Eyes like cut glass, heart shattering into a thousand pieces, Sam dares Gene to argue.
When Gene simply hangs his head, Sam rips from within his grasp and throws himself towards the open door, the last thing he sees is Ray, doing up his fly and smirking.
Wic x