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Title: Last Thoughts
Author: spurlunk
Characters: Gunn
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. I mean, my writing, but nothing else is mine.
Summary: A short ficlet about what might be running through Gunn's mind during the last scene of Not Fade Away.
Gunn was hurt, real bad. He'd been hurt before, and seen others hurt - his family, his friends, random strangers - but this time he knew it wasn't gonna get better. He was dying.
Everyone around him always died - his sister, his friends - Cordy, that tough, badass warrior princess, dead and buried, it hurt, it hurt. Illyria was here, but just a reminder of Fred, his Fred, the worst, slow and painful and all the light and sunshine just drained from her. He tasted salty, metal - spat blood on the asphalt. Did Wesley feel like this, day he got shot? Wes was gone too, they were all gone, no one left but two vampires and a blue goddess.
A roar squawk and Gunn looked up - a dragon, a dragon! He laughed, coughing a little. Well, damn. Just when you think you've seen it all.
There were too many, too many. No way in hell they were gonna win this battle. But Gunn wasn't gonna lie down and drift away. This was his city, his turf, been protecting it, fighting for it, all his life. You gotta believe in something or there's no reason to live. It doesn't matter what lawyer crap Wolfram and Hart put in his brain. Gunn's always been the muscle.
He's gonna go down fighting.
Let's get to work.