Hello all.
You may not know me too well in the fanfic section, because I've only ever cowritten one fic and it's over now. But lately I've had the sudden urge to write some slash, especially true love Rydon slash, and I figured I'd post it. This is just a simple one-shot that I wrote at 11 p.m. Saturday night. It's kind of bizarre, but I wanted to share it. I also have the first part of a two-part short slash that I'll be posting in a second, in case anybody's interested =] Comments would be lovely.
(this first one is all from Brendon's point of view, by the way)

Salt

thin arms held me tight. I didn't know where I was, or what was happening. But those arms...the feel was eerily familiar. I knew everything about those arms, every freckle, every scar. Yet I didn't know who they belonged to. That person, I recalled vaguely, was significant, but who was it? Suddenly I recalled a dream I'd had. For all I knew, it could have been at any point in my life, but I had an instinctive feeling that it had been recent, moments, seconds ago. The owner of the arms had been gone, and I'd wandered among the deepest, darkest shadows of the night as a voice whispered my name. "Brendon, Brendon, Brendon," it called incessantly as I blindly searched for it. I had to find the voice. But why? Was it the arms that cradled me now that I had been looking for? I believed it was. But as I stumbled about in that lightless world, I realized that I would never find what I was looking for, and there was no point in looking, and if I wasn't going to look then there was nothing else to do, and if there was nothing else to do then what was the point in going on, and if I wasn't going to go on, they why should I live anymore, and then I let go. But now, remembering this, I heard the voice calling my name again, but unlike in my dream, where it had been distant and emotionless, the voice was sobbing, screaming, pleading. The arms wrapped around me were squeezing, suffocating, shaking me. But why? Why, why, why? And then I remembered everything as the memories hit me like a tsunami. Ryan. Ryanryanryan. My love, my life, my universe. I flew through every memory I had of him, Ryan grinning at all my stupid jokes, Ryan kissing me for the first time late one night after a show, Ryan lying next to me, pressing his warm body closer and closer to mine until we intertwined. I remembered. I remembered.
My eyes flew open and I gasped for breath. Ryan's tear-filled brown eyes stared deep into mine, not believing what they saw. "You were dead," he whispered huskily through his unrelenting sobs. "Brendon, I thought I'd lost you!" He pulled me closer to him as his tears, now tears of joy, soaked my shoulder, my neck, my chest.
"No," I told him. "I was lost, but I found myself. I had an epiphany." Ryan looked at me, his still-weeping eyes wondering.
"You're the only thing keeping me here, Ryan. I love you. What we have isn't just love, it's true love. True, true, true love. I love you." I pressed my lips to his, and tasted salt.
"Yes," he whispered. "Yes. I love you, Brendon. You're right. About all of it. I love you."
We kissed again, and salt had never tasted sweeter.

This message has been edited. Last edited by: Alice Rydon,

ALICEEE.

IL IT. <3

Though... you prolly already knew that 'cause I already told you.

UNLESS I DIDN'T

-runsbacktocheck-

-unfsoneshot-

OMFG.

...

<3

!

I LOVE IT! <3
its so amazing<3!!!!!!!!!!




Well done!

I got this idea a few weeks ago, but never wrote it down. Once again, I wrote it late last night, and will probably end up writing part two at the same time tonight and post it tomorrow. Title comes from R-Evolve by 30 Seconds to Mars. I love comments, btw! =D

To Find Yourself Just Look Inside the Wreckage of Your Past

A gunshot echoed through the warehouse, bouncing off the concrete walls.

It was only heard by three people.

The first was both the shooter and the leader of an evil corporation plotting to overthrow the world in a few days' time. He'd come to stop two secret agents who knew his plan. And he'd succeeded so far.

One was dying, if not already dead, and the other, he knew, would follow quickly behind, without any help from him. His job was done, so he slipped the gun back into his coat and disappeared into the shadows, his overlong, greasy hair hiding his face.

The second was the victim. As he fell, his slender, graceful body was silhouetted by the moonlight streaming through the holes in the metal roof.

And third, the man who reached out for the other as he fell back, not believing what he saw. He dropped to his knees, cradling the wounded man to his chest as his life's blood poured out in a terrible crimson torrent.

"No," he whispered, his golden brown eyes welling up with tears. "No, no, no. Oh, no. Please, please, God, no."

He began to sob as he saw the chocolate-brown eyes of the other man, so filled with pain, begin to glaze over. "Stay with me!" he commanded in a fierce, yet still hushed tone. "Don't leave me here!"

For the man that he held so close to him now was the only thing that mattered to him in the world. The beautiful, cream-skinned, dark-haired man who was gasping for oxygen now as his blood stained both of their crisp suits.

The chocolatey eyes suddenly focused, penetrating deep in to those of his sobbing lover's. "Look at me," he murmured. "I need to see your face again. One last time."

"That's not true!" the other man cried. "You'll be all right, we'll get you good as new in a few days!"

"No," the victim said. "No. I'm going to die. You can't save me."

But still his lover protested, his mouth silently forming the word "no" over and over. "Just promise me this," he continued. "Avenge me."

"I will," the other man vowed. "Nothing will stop me. I swear it."

"And never forget," the dying man whispered. "I'll always love you, forever, for eternity. We have true love, and true love never dies.

I love you, Ryan."

And with his last ounce of strength, he sat up in his lover's arms and kissed Ryan passionately one final time.

And then Brendon died.

This message has been edited. Last edited by: Alice Rydon,

that.was.EPIC!

D:
HOW COULD YOU KILL HIM D:

anyways, it was wonderful bb.

xD

OMG AWESOME!!!!

AND IT WAS EPIC

EPICALLY FULL OF WIN!!!!

unf

thank you guys =]
you give me warm fuzzies!
actually, I didn't write the second part last night. oops. I'll probably do it tonight. or tomorrow. or sometime this week. it depends on if I'm feeling "creative".

and more readers please? ICU LURKERS.

..

I don't fink its healthy to feel warm fuzzies D:

-doesnotgetit-

nevermind >.>

bump
I have like half of the next part written, but I haven't gotten to a good stopping point and it's pretty long so I might add a third part...
plus I have to plan out the end.
basically, update probably tomorrow.

Like I said, MASSIVE UPDATE TIME. oh, and sorry that I lied about the last update. and this is turning out to be MUCH longer than I expected, so it's now four parts, three of which are finished. so here's part two!!! (btw, not my fave chapter. kind of filler/intro to characters)
PART DEUX
~Three days later~

Ryan was a changed man.

Those who knew him closely said he was harder, colder, crueler. He walked with the manner of a man who could not be stopped. He talked little, and if at all the words were not spoken by the same man. His previously gentle voice was harsh and scathing to the ear, and an angry tone was forever intertwined with his words. But the most different were his eyes. On the outer surface was a stony layer of hatred and ferocity, but if you looked deep, deep into those honey-brown eyes grief overwhelmed them.

Brendon's death had turned his lover into a heartless, hopeless robot whose sole purpose was to kill.

Ryan's fellow agents mistook his new personality to be anger at the death of a friend murdered in cold blood. They had no idea of the relationship between the two, save two others. Spencer, Ryan's best friend since childhood, and Jon, the head agent (aka boss), who alse happened to be Spencer's boyfriend. Jon was and had always been lax about relationships between co-workers, considering he was in one, and he contained a special soft spot for Ryan and Brendon. Along with Spencer and himself, they were the top agents in the force, even though they were also the youngest (all four were only in their early twenties). Plus he'd decided that there was something about love that made for great partnerships (no pun intended), and considering the strength of Ryan and Brendon's love for each other, there couldn't be a better pair anywhere.

Jon and Spencer had been the backup team for Ryan and Brendon that night, ready to be summoned at a moment's notice. They just awaited for Ryan to press a button on his spy-watch. But when the hours slowly ticked away and Ryan still hadn't even checked in, they used the locater chip in the watch to find the warehouse. But they didn't expect to find what they did.

Ryan sitting on the floor, drenched in blood. Brendon's limp body cradled in his arms. Ryan whispering to the corpse, stroking Brendon's face, hair, chest, kissing his cheek, his neck, his slightly parted lips.

Jon and Spencer couldn't speak at this sight. And for the rest of their lives, try as they might, they were never able to forget it.



So now the new Ryan was piloting the stealth-copter with a grim smile on his face, focused on nothing but avenging his love. After three days of sleepless tracking, Ryan had finally discovered his enemy's whereabouts-in the far north, somewhere in rural Greenland. The plan was to land the (invisible/silent) stealth-copter near the terrorist base and somehow get inside to kill his enemy-basically your average action-movie secret agent plan that never worked, but with a twist-once Ryan was finished avenging Brendon, he was going to turn his gun on himself. But Ryan couldn't die until Brendon's last wish had been fulfilled, so he pressed onward whithout thinking too much about it.

Ryan wiped his mind blank of all thoughts as he landed the stealth-copter and let his instinct to kill take over.


thoughts? like I said, if you want it to get good, you'll have to wait for the next part. Lots more interesting =D