fic: I promise.
Title: I promise.
Author: poster_glomper
Rating: about a 15?
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Summary: Do you think that, perhaps, you could save a little bit of Hell for me?
Disclaimer: Very false.
Author Notes: Uh? Un beta-ed, don't even know, it just kinda poured out.
“Hey Mikey.
“I know you can’t hear me, and never will. I’m sorry about what I said, what I did, and what I didn’t do. I’m sorry I was there for you at all the times you didn’t need me, and not when you did. I know sorry is a pointless word, and won’t change anything, but I’m sorry just the same.
“Hey Mikey.
“D’you remember when we were like 15? And we went around the circle, asking everyone what they would pack if they were leaving Earth forever and could only take one suitcase? D’you remember that most people said stupid things, like clothes and computers and Nintendo’s? You said something weird, like the cat. I said something weird too, like a generator or something.
“I lied.
“If I asked you now, what would you say? I know what I would say. The little things that no-one thinks of when they’re leaving. Things like your pillow, and that rock we found that looked like a Jedi, and maybe even the snowglobe we got in Paris. The one with the penguin, who came unstuck and now floats around, lost and lonely. We used to joke about that. Do you remember that?
“I do.
“Hey Mikey.
“I remember when you were turning 10, and I nearly missed your party cause I broke my arm. I managed to get back in time for the cake, though. And the presents. I got you that $25 voucher for the computer game place down the road. It was all I could afford, but you were so happy. I can’t even remember what you spent it on.
“And then last year, I opened up my birthday presents and found a $25 voucher for the closest computer game shop. You smiled that little smile of yours, and didn’t say anything more.
“Hey Mikey.
“Where are you? I know what they tell me, that you’re in a better place. Bullshit, I say. How would they know? They’re not dead.
“Hey Mikey.
“Do you think that, perhaps, you could save a little bit of Hell for me? Just a little patch next to you, so I’m not lonely when I come to stay. Much obliged.
“Hey Mikey.
“D’you remember, when Frankie thought we were fucking? We laughed at him. That’s sick, we said. Like, incestuous. Just, sick, we said.
“Too bad it was true.
“Hey Mikey.
“I’m still mad at you, y’know. Just as we were finishing touring, then you had to argue with me over something so stupid, I can’t even remember what it was. You had to slam the door as you stormed out. You had to jam the elevator buttons 40 times instead of the customary one. You had to forget to look both ways as you crossed the street.
“I had to watch out the window.
“It’s there, y’know, every time I close my eyes. Corny as that sounds. Who wants to see that? A car squealing as the driver hits the brakes. Your face, frozen into place. Your hair, all nicely done and straightened. Your arm, several metres from the rest of your torso.
“Hey Mikey.
“You better be dusting off that patch of Hell next to you. I’ll be coming soon, I promise.
“Give me twenty minutes.
“Hey Mikey.
“I’ve broken a lot of promises. I know that. And I’m sorry. But I promise, I won’t break this one. I love you Mikey, forever and always. Soulmates in life and death, remember? I promise I will do my utmost best to meet you.
“I promise.”
Author: poster_glomper
Rating: about a 15?
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Summary: Do you think that, perhaps, you could save a little bit of Hell for me?
Disclaimer: Very false.
Author Notes: Uh? Un beta-ed, don't even know, it just kinda poured out.
“Hey Mikey.
“I know you can’t hear me, and never will. I’m sorry about what I said, what I did, and what I didn’t do. I’m sorry I was there for you at all the times you didn’t need me, and not when you did. I know sorry is a pointless word, and won’t change anything, but I’m sorry just the same.
“Hey Mikey.
“D’you remember when we were like 15? And we went around the circle, asking everyone what they would pack if they were leaving Earth forever and could only take one suitcase? D’you remember that most people said stupid things, like clothes and computers and Nintendo’s? You said something weird, like the cat. I said something weird too, like a generator or something.
“I lied.
“If I asked you now, what would you say? I know what I would say. The little things that no-one thinks of when they’re leaving. Things like your pillow, and that rock we found that looked like a Jedi, and maybe even the snowglobe we got in Paris. The one with the penguin, who came unstuck and now floats around, lost and lonely. We used to joke about that. Do you remember that?
“I do.
“Hey Mikey.
“I remember when you were turning 10, and I nearly missed your party cause I broke my arm. I managed to get back in time for the cake, though. And the presents. I got you that $25 voucher for the computer game place down the road. It was all I could afford, but you were so happy. I can’t even remember what you spent it on.
“And then last year, I opened up my birthday presents and found a $25 voucher for the closest computer game shop. You smiled that little smile of yours, and didn’t say anything more.
“Hey Mikey.
“Where are you? I know what they tell me, that you’re in a better place. Bullshit, I say. How would they know? They’re not dead.
“Hey Mikey.
“Do you think that, perhaps, you could save a little bit of Hell for me? Just a little patch next to you, so I’m not lonely when I come to stay. Much obliged.
“Hey Mikey.
“D’you remember, when Frankie thought we were fucking? We laughed at him. That’s sick, we said. Like, incestuous. Just, sick, we said.
“Too bad it was true.
“Hey Mikey.
“I’m still mad at you, y’know. Just as we were finishing touring, then you had to argue with me over something so stupid, I can’t even remember what it was. You had to slam the door as you stormed out. You had to jam the elevator buttons 40 times instead of the customary one. You had to forget to look both ways as you crossed the street.
“I had to watch out the window.
“It’s there, y’know, every time I close my eyes. Corny as that sounds. Who wants to see that? A car squealing as the driver hits the brakes. Your face, frozen into place. Your hair, all nicely done and straightened. Your arm, several metres from the rest of your torso.
“Hey Mikey.
“You better be dusting off that patch of Hell next to you. I’ll be coming soon, I promise.
“Give me twenty minutes.
“Hey Mikey.
“I’ve broken a lot of promises. I know that. And I’m sorry. But I promise, I won’t break this one. I love you Mikey, forever and always. Soulmates in life and death, remember? I promise I will do my utmost best to meet you.
“I promise.”