Murder Fic Chapter 11/?

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The fixed version! As I said before I had to fix this chapter, this is not the end, but it's pretty damn close. Definitely a strange chapter, chocolate recommended.

-PD

Shine on You Crazy Diamond
By: PD
Pairing: for this chapter – Ryan/ Colin
Rating: R for violence, language… the usual
Disclaimer: Don’t own, so don’t sue.
Summary: … Ryan gave him a gentle kiss… weeping harder when Colin couldn’t even respond.



Chapter 11: Comfortably Numb

“Wow Col, what a feast!” Ryan said looking at the plates set before himself and his new lover.

Colin grinned up at him, then looked behind him. “Ms. Glass!” he cried, rising to get another plate. “Are you hungry for breakfast?”

“No,” she said, raising her gun and shooting him.

It was almost anticlimactic, Colin thought when he felt a dull jerk in his shoulder, then another one lower, which hurt more, like he’d been punched or something. But nothing he’d ever experienced had prepared him for the overwhelming rush of shear pain that stole his breath, spun his sight like a top and left him leaning against the counter for support.

Ryan cried out his name, rushing to catch Colin before he hit the floor. Ryan became aware that this wasn’t good for his back when it screamed in protest at the awkward angle and weight suddenly put upon it, but didn’t care in the least.

Ryan held Colin in his arms, feeling the wet warmth spreading over his hands and into his lap. He looked up at the woman, Pearl Glass. A cop for fucks sake! He thought, and knew the only thing that kept him from launching himself at her was Colin’s weight in his lap. Not the gun pointed at his head, Colin.

Colin saw this and clung desperately to Ryan, trying to keep him from attacking the gun-wielding woman. He wanted to reassure him or say something, anything, but his lips felt funny. His entire body felt funny, aside from the molten iron replacing what little blood was still in his body. He gritted his teeth and hung on for the ride.

Pearl looked down at the gun with distaste. “I’ve always hated guns,” she said, voice mild as she pulled up a chair to sit in front of the pair.

“Then why don’t you give it to me?” Ryan asked, voice very quiet, eyes bright with wishful murder.

“No, I don’t think I’ll be doing that. My job isn’t done yet Mr. Stiles.” She looked down at Colin, who was watching Ryan with detached interest through pain hazed eyes. “My aim has been getting a little rusty though, I’m afraid, my 49 years haven’t been as kind to me as one would think. Forgive me Mr. Mochrie, it was not my intention to draw this out for you. You two are the only ones I actually liked,” she said with a kindly smile.

“Why is killing us your job?” Ryan screamed at her, making Colin jump and moan softly. Ryan curled around him, face panicked at hurting the man, “Col, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he whispered.

A soft smile from Colin made him a little more relieved.

“Well I suppose ‘job’ isn’t the right term, makes me sound like a hit man. I haven’t done that for years,” she chuckled. “I’m doing this for you gentlemen,” she said, spreading her hands wide.

Ryan watched the gun warily before returning his attention to her with a blink.

“For us?” Colin whispered.

“Shh, Col don’t speak,” Ryan said softly before looking up at Pearl. Her face had changed, looking almost pained as her eyes flicked from Colin to Ryan. “Answer him.” Ryan ordered.

She bowed her head hesitantly, eyes flicking between Ryan and Colin. “What do famous people do?” she asked. The change in topic was a little too fast for both men. “They grow even more famous, to sit on top of the world, until the world forgets them,” she said bitterly. “I was the top of everything I put my hand to. Forensics, pathology, criminology. My heroes were Sherlock Holmes, Dick Tracey, even Nancy Drew had good points now and then for heavens sake!” she shrieked.

Her face changed again, like someone wiped the old one away and replaced it with a new face. It was downright terrifying. “I was knighted!” she said impressively, “My official title was Dame Pearl Glass. I was on top of the fucking world…and what did they do to me?” she asked in a vicious whisper. Ryan and Colin cringed backwards a little as she leaned forward, eyes bright with bottomless rage. And no sanity to direct it. “They pushed me into Sussex, of all places for a top cop to be, in Sussex. They put me away in that shit house because I made them all look bad by being better at their job than they were! I was left there to rot…” she said, voice cracking.

Ryan eyed the gun quietly.

Colin shut his eyes. He was tired. Oh so tired.

“I was at a pub one night on one of my detours to London when I met who else but John Sessions. We had a long, long talk. He said to me, ‘I wish I was dead instead of being left to rot on some godforsaken patch of television’…so I killed him. He made front-page news the next day!” she laughed bitterly, making bile rise in the back of Ryan’s throat. “Everyone who’d left him behind were suddenly saying what a wonderful, decent man he was, and how they’d loved him. What a beautiful funeral,” she whispered. Then she returned her gaze to the men at her feet. Colin was even paler than normal, lips slowly turning blue, fingers curled up to his chest while Ryan’s eyes blazed even brighter than ever.

“What do you want from us?” he asked quietly. “Do you think we honestly care about fame and fortune? I couldn’t give a shit less about the show anymore!” he cried, tears falling down his flushed cheeks. She stared at him, suddenly looking lost. “I don’t care, damn you!” he cried out, curling around Colin.

Colin blinked up at him.

Ryan gave him a gentle kiss on his lips, weeping harder when Colin couldn’t even respond.

Pearl’s eyes sharpened for a moment, narrowing as she shifted her grip on the gun. She tilted her head, hearing the softly padding footsteps of the rest of the squad clearing the rooms behind her. They’d be here any minute. Ryan didn’t even notice.

“What will you do? The world probably won’t accept you now that you’re a couple, even if he does survive,” she said. “You’ll both fade away.”

Ryan shook his head. “I don’t care. I don’t care, he is my world and that’s all I’ll ever need.” he said quietly, brushing his hand across Colin’s cheek. He was so damn beautiful, even like this. He heard a soft sigh and looked up to see her.

She was smiling, face almost angelic in its peace. “That… is what I needed to hear,” she said softly before backing away. Before anybody could move a muscle she brought the gun to her temple and pulled the trigger.

Ryan watched passively as the body fell like a puppet with its strings cut, noting idly that no sound broke in on his despair, not even when cops rushed in, guns training on her body before she was checked out, declared dead and covered. Ryan didn’t notice a thing. All that mattered was his world lying in his arms. They took Colin’s limp body from him, medics swarming on him like vultures while Ryan looked on.

Abe came up to his side and watched quietly, only touching Ryan to lead him into the ambulance to follow Colin.