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Title: Aftermath (Part 3)
Author: thefiretonight
Pairing: Pierre/David, David/Audree, hints of Pierre/Chuck
Rating: PG
Summary: Part of Pierre's letter to Chuck before the story turns into real time.
Disclaimer: Don't own either of them.
Author Notes: Drabble
Warnings: Sad, boozing, character death.
Did you know that you're the only one that's visited me, Chuck? Yeah, four months, two weeks and four days and you were the only one. Feels like that high school fight all over again. Thank God for your sense of loyalty or else I never would have known.
You came in looking very pale, I remember. Almost ghostlike, I instantly knew it was something terribly bad. You sat in the chair opposite of me in the small white visitor room. I guess neutral colors are supposed to be calming so it made sense, I'm getting off subject here, though.
Your hands were visibly shakey against the table, you looked as if you had been sweating but I failed to care if you were getting sick or not when you let out those words that changed the course of everything.
"Audree... was in a car accident. She's dead, Pierre."
She's dead, Pierre. Those words... My heart stopped, my head spun, and if I had been standing, I'm sure my legs would have given out as well as the thought of David entered my head.
I had tried to forget, Chuck and I was doing so well... After a few more letters to him that gathered no response from him, I made it a goal to try to forget David and completely numb myself while trying not to check myself, out of rehab and straight into a liquor bottle.
You stood up after you let it sink in. Your hug seems to make it strangely surreal, it being the first real physical contact I've allowed myself besides a hand shake with my counselor whenever I made 'a breakthrough' in group. If I hadn't been so stunned, I would have kissed your hair when I felt your silent sob against my shoulder, I know how much the gesture comforts you.
As soon as you left, I packed an overnight bag and got a night pass to leave the center for a few days. I thought about checking out completely but this place had become a crutch that I couldn't let go of just yet. If this went wrong, the knowledge that someone, even a stranger who had a legal obligation, would come looking for me.
The name of the cemetery you gave me was familiar. My grandparents were both buried there so I sort of knew that layout but your description helped me out a lot in finding Audree's grave site. What you failed to mention shocked me beyond belief, Audree's last name was different.
Audree Desrosiers, beloved wife, daughter, and mother taken far too soon.
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The 10 mile run to the house that I could only hope that David was still living at wore me out but I really didn't have a choice. Apparently, my license is suspended until I provide proof of my program completion, the airline did press charges, after all. But Chuck probably knows all that, since he still does our press releases, trying to hold onto the hope that the band isn't completely destroyed.
I was still panting when David answered the door. I barely had time to swallow my gasp at his presence, the one I've longed for, for the past few lonely months before he spoke up.
"Pierre..."
Author: thefiretonight
Pairing: Pierre/David, David/Audree, hints of Pierre/Chuck
Rating: PG
Summary: Part of Pierre's letter to Chuck before the story turns into real time.
Disclaimer: Don't own either of them.
Author Notes: Drabble
Warnings: Sad, boozing, character death.
Did you know that you're the only one that's visited me, Chuck? Yeah, four months, two weeks and four days and you were the only one. Feels like that high school fight all over again. Thank God for your sense of loyalty or else I never would have known.
You came in looking very pale, I remember. Almost ghostlike, I instantly knew it was something terribly bad. You sat in the chair opposite of me in the small white visitor room. I guess neutral colors are supposed to be calming so it made sense, I'm getting off subject here, though.
Your hands were visibly shakey against the table, you looked as if you had been sweating but I failed to care if you were getting sick or not when you let out those words that changed the course of everything.
"Audree... was in a car accident. She's dead, Pierre."
She's dead, Pierre. Those words... My heart stopped, my head spun, and if I had been standing, I'm sure my legs would have given out as well as the thought of David entered my head.
I had tried to forget, Chuck and I was doing so well... After a few more letters to him that gathered no response from him, I made it a goal to try to forget David and completely numb myself while trying not to check myself, out of rehab and straight into a liquor bottle.
You stood up after you let it sink in. Your hug seems to make it strangely surreal, it being the first real physical contact I've allowed myself besides a hand shake with my counselor whenever I made 'a breakthrough' in group. If I hadn't been so stunned, I would have kissed your hair when I felt your silent sob against my shoulder, I know how much the gesture comforts you.
As soon as you left, I packed an overnight bag and got a night pass to leave the center for a few days. I thought about checking out completely but this place had become a crutch that I couldn't let go of just yet. If this went wrong, the knowledge that someone, even a stranger who had a legal obligation, would come looking for me.
The name of the cemetery you gave me was familiar. My grandparents were both buried there so I sort of knew that layout but your description helped me out a lot in finding Audree's grave site. What you failed to mention shocked me beyond belief, Audree's last name was different.
Audree Desrosiers, beloved wife, daughter, and mother taken far too soon.
---
The 10 mile run to the house that I could only hope that David was still living at wore me out but I really didn't have a choice. Apparently, my license is suspended until I provide proof of my program completion, the airline did press charges, after all. But Chuck probably knows all that, since he still does our press releases, trying to hold onto the hope that the band isn't completely destroyed.
I was still panting when David answered the door. I barely had time to swallow my gasp at his presence, the one I've longed for, for the past few lonely months before he spoke up.
"Pierre..."