Red Sox Slash
Title: Even in Death
Author: Alyssa
Fandom: Boston Red Sox RPS
Pairing: Jason Varitek/Bronson Arroyo
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The people are real, but the story is fake. The events written about NEVER HAPPENED. This was written for fun. Please, don't sue me.
Summary: Bronson visits Jason's grave.
A/N: Written in 44 minutes for contrelamontre's "death challenge". The title is from the song Even in Death by Evanescence. The lines Even in death our love goes on and People die, but real love is forever seem to fit the story well, so that's what I named it. So there you go.
He’s crying again. His tall, lanky frame, shaking with the force of his sobs, looks rather comical hunched over my grave, but I do not laugh.
He comes to my grave often, even though he lives far away. For some crazy reason, he thinks it’s his fault that I died. True, he was the one who suggested we go for a ride, but I was the one who drove, even though I was totally wasted. He had nothing to do with my stupid decision.
I was killed on impact in the crash. He walked away with nothing more than a deep gash on his forehead, a few cuts and bruises, and a very guilty conscience. But like I said, it wasn’t his fault. We were both drunk. We shouldn’t have had so much to drink, but can you really blame us? I mean, we had just helped our team win the World Series for the first time in 86 years. Of course we were going to celebrate.
He bends down and touches my headstone, running his fingers over my name. “I’m so sorry, Jason,” he whispers, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. He takes a miniature Red Sox flag out of his pocket and sticks it in the ground in front of my headstone, smiling slightly. “For you,” he says, wiping the tears from his cheeks, though more continue to flow.
He sits back and closes his eyes, trying to regain his composure. When he opens his eyes again, he has stopped crying. He slowly stands up and jams his hands in his pockets. He hangs his head, looking at my grave, and whispers, “I love you, Jason.” He waits a few seconds before turning away and starting the long walk back to his car.
What breaks my heart is the fact that he can’t hear me when I whisper, “I love you too, Bronson.”
Author: Alyssa
Fandom: Boston Red Sox RPS
Pairing: Jason Varitek/Bronson Arroyo
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The people are real, but the story is fake. The events written about NEVER HAPPENED. This was written for fun. Please, don't sue me.
Summary: Bronson visits Jason's grave.
A/N: Written in 44 minutes for contrelamontre's "death challenge". The title is from the song Even in Death by Evanescence. The lines Even in death our love goes on and People die, but real love is forever seem to fit the story well, so that's what I named it. So there you go.
He’s crying again. His tall, lanky frame, shaking with the force of his sobs, looks rather comical hunched over my grave, but I do not laugh.
He comes to my grave often, even though he lives far away. For some crazy reason, he thinks it’s his fault that I died. True, he was the one who suggested we go for a ride, but I was the one who drove, even though I was totally wasted. He had nothing to do with my stupid decision.
I was killed on impact in the crash. He walked away with nothing more than a deep gash on his forehead, a few cuts and bruises, and a very guilty conscience. But like I said, it wasn’t his fault. We were both drunk. We shouldn’t have had so much to drink, but can you really blame us? I mean, we had just helped our team win the World Series for the first time in 86 years. Of course we were going to celebrate.
He bends down and touches my headstone, running his fingers over my name. “I’m so sorry, Jason,” he whispers, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. He takes a miniature Red Sox flag out of his pocket and sticks it in the ground in front of my headstone, smiling slightly. “For you,” he says, wiping the tears from his cheeks, though more continue to flow.
He sits back and closes his eyes, trying to regain his composure. When he opens his eyes again, he has stopped crying. He slowly stands up and jams his hands in his pockets. He hangs his head, looking at my grave, and whispers, “I love you, Jason.” He waits a few seconds before turning away and starting the long walk back to his car.
What breaks my heart is the fact that he can’t hear me when I whisper, “I love you too, Bronson.”