We've Been On The Run Pt 3 of 4
Author: Bobby!
Pairing; Will/Skan
Rating: R (for violence and language)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Too bad. So Sad
WARNING: Angst, and thats all im gonna warn you about...read on please?
'I love you, Will, more than anything.’
‘I love you too Skan, go to sleep and tomorrow we’ll go find that beach house.’
Skandar snuggled up as close as he could as Will threw his arm over him. They drifted off to sleep with the sound of the radio softly playing, the gently lapping of the waves, and the smell of the sea in the air.
Ooh baby, I love your way, everyday,
I wanna tell you I love your way, every way
I wanna be with you night and day, ohh baby I love your way.
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Skandar woke up first and gently moved out from under Will, who was snoring softly. He crawled to the end of the truck and pulled out some clothes that they had bought the previous day. He struggled into them and climbed over his sleeping lover into the driver seat. He started the SUV and drove into the nearest town of Plymouth. He got two cups of tea from a drive-through and parked in front of a realtors office. Will stuck his head up and blinked blearily at Skandar.
‘Hey babe, bought you some tea.’ Skan said smiling brightly at Will.
‘Uhh..umm..thanks. Umm..where are we?
‘Were are in front of a realtor in Plymouth, after you get dressed were going to go look at houses!’
‘Oh…where are my clothes?’ Will asked confused and naked
‘In bags in the back’ Skandar replied happily ‘Good thing the windows are tinted or everyone would get to see your naked ass.’
‘Oh hahaha.’ Will replied sarcastically, pulling on some clothes and crawling up to sit in the passenger seat. The shared a quick kiss before they sat drinking their tea, waiting for an agent to open the agency. It didn’t take long, right at 10 a young, hip looking woman unlocked the front door and stepped inside. Will and Skandar exited the car and followed.
They entered through the door into a open floorplan where there were four desks and a small kitchenette. The woman spotted them and walked over to them extending her hand…
‘Hell, I’m Lisa, Lisa Gloor, are you two gentlemen looking for a house?’
‘Yes’ Skandar replied ‘Preferably something on the beach. With two bedrooms and at least two bathrooms.’
‘OhMiGosh! I know the perfect place!’ Said Lisa ‘Follow me.’
They all piled into her car and she drove them about ten miles out of town to a beautiful colonial house. It looked to be one story from the outside but was really three. It was a sub-terrainan house. But as apposed to being completely underground, The entire se facing side of the house was made of glass, so you could see the ocean from anywhere in the house. It was beautiful, four bedrooms and four bathrooms. A ultra modern kitchen and a fully equipped gym. The floors were black marble and the walls were white concrete. Skandar was immediately in love with the house. He held Will’s hand all through the tour and back to the agency. They had just set down and had begun the paperwork for the home when Will went to use the bathroom.
‘Sign at all the X’s Mr. Keynes.’ Lisa coached him as he signed his name for what felt like the millionth time.
‘Skandar…’ Will said behind him
Skandar turned around and looked into Will’s eyes, and he was afraid. ‘What Will?’
‘I can’t. I love you. But I can’t do this. You mean to much to me, and if I did this, I would just fuck it up. I’m sorry Skandar, I’m leaving because I love you.’ Will said, silent tears rolling down his face.
‘What?’
‘I’m leaving, you can have whoever you want, but I’m not going to chance hurting you because of me fucking up. I love you Skandar and I always will, I love you so much that I’m leaving you, so that you can have a better life.’ Will turned around and walked to the door
Skandar ran up to him and put his hand on his shoulder. ‘But I want you Will.’
‘Sorry Skan, I’m not going to risk hurting you. I refuse to. Just know I will always love you.’ Will walked out into the sunshine and hailed a cab.
Skandar fell to the ground in a heap. All he could do was sob and sob. Every time he tried to gain control over himself he started to cry all the harder.
‘Fuck you Will, fuck you. All I ever wanted was you and you fucking do this fucking shit to me. Fuck you. Fuck you Will, I still love you why did you have to do this to me.’ Skandar kept repeating through his crying. Lisa walked over and sat down cross-legged by him, placing her hand on his back and rubbing gently.
‘Come on, Let’s get you home.’ She said as she lifted him up and walked him to the passenger seat of her car. She went back and locked the office. After she grabbed his keys and locked the SUV, she drove him to her apartment. He was past the point of hysterical, All he could do was lay down on her couch and cry. She made him some tea and gave him a blanket. She stayed by his side all night. The next morning he was somewhat better. He just sat there looking sullen. The day after that he took a shower. Finally, on the fourth day he got up, showered, brushed his teeth and got himself ready. He called his dad on his cell phone and told him he was in the process of buying the house of his dreams. Alone. His dad agreed to help him move in and a week later he was the proud owner of his beach house. Lisa, the realtor, had become his new best friend and she moved in with him, running her real estate agency out of the back office in her bedroom.
He had his ups and down, but never once did he call Will. He made a life for himself. But then six months later, it all came crashing down. For weeks he couldn’t stop thinking about what he missed out on, he thought he was passed this but he kept dreaming of Will and it was driving him crazy. Lisa was with her family for a week. It was a Saturday, two days before she was supposed to return. He had bought two bottles of vodka and was half way through the second one when he realized what he had to do. He called Will, no answer. His message was simple ‘I still love you.’ With that he went to his bedroom and pulled out a gun safe. He fumbled with it but eventually unlocked it. He took out a shiny black Glock and loaded one bullet. He went back to the foyer. He pulled the couch over and sat down on it. Plugging in his iPod to the dock, he put on a song. He held the gun up to his head as he said a prayer in time with the music:
‘Our father who art in heaven,
Well let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all
Hallow be thy name,
I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling
Thy kingdom come,
And now the red ones make me fly
Thy will be done,
And the blue ones help me fall
On Earth as it is in Heaven,
And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling
Give us this day our daily bread,
And as the fragments of my skull begin to fall
And forgive us our trespasses,
Fall on your tongue like pixie dust
As we forgive those who trespass against us,
just think happy thoughts
Lead us not into temptation,
And we'll fly home
But deliver us from evil,
We'll fly home
For thine is the Kingdom, and the Power, and the Glory, Forever.
You and I
Amen’
We'll fly home
He stared at the door. He heard the rumble of an engine pulling into the drive way. He let the gun drop and pointed it at the door. There was a hammering at the door, it stopped. He put the gun back up to his head and took a deep breath. The door burst open as someone kicked it down. He looked into the florescent beams of headlamps at a tall shadowy figure.
‘Skan…’
Skandar felt the gun being torn away from his fingers and a warm body holding him in a tight embrace…He blacked out.
End Part 3
Author’s Note: Wow, that was intense. Okay two sad things. The next installment will be the last for this series…most likely. I may do some fluff. Who knows. And second, sorry about this whole chapter….I just feel as if its all wrong…but hopefully some things become clear in the next chapter…and heres a little summary of the it.
Who is this shadowy figure? Will Skandar ever be the same. Tune in next time for the biggest piece of fluff I have ever written ☺
As always comments are the best.
Pairing; Will/Skan
Rating: R (for violence and language)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Too bad. So Sad
WARNING: Angst, and thats all im gonna warn you about...read on please?
'I love you, Will, more than anything.’
‘I love you too Skan, go to sleep and tomorrow we’ll go find that beach house.’
Skandar snuggled up as close as he could as Will threw his arm over him. They drifted off to sleep with the sound of the radio softly playing, the gently lapping of the waves, and the smell of the sea in the air.
Ooh baby, I love your way, everyday,
I wanna tell you I love your way, every way
I wanna be with you night and day, ohh baby I love your way.
*************************************************************
Skandar woke up first and gently moved out from under Will, who was snoring softly. He crawled to the end of the truck and pulled out some clothes that they had bought the previous day. He struggled into them and climbed over his sleeping lover into the driver seat. He started the SUV and drove into the nearest town of Plymouth. He got two cups of tea from a drive-through and parked in front of a realtors office. Will stuck his head up and blinked blearily at Skandar.
‘Hey babe, bought you some tea.’ Skan said smiling brightly at Will.
‘Uhh..umm..thanks. Umm..where are we?
‘Were are in front of a realtor in Plymouth, after you get dressed were going to go look at houses!’
‘Oh…where are my clothes?’ Will asked confused and naked
‘In bags in the back’ Skandar replied happily ‘Good thing the windows are tinted or everyone would get to see your naked ass.’
‘Oh hahaha.’ Will replied sarcastically, pulling on some clothes and crawling up to sit in the passenger seat. The shared a quick kiss before they sat drinking their tea, waiting for an agent to open the agency. It didn’t take long, right at 10 a young, hip looking woman unlocked the front door and stepped inside. Will and Skandar exited the car and followed.
They entered through the door into a open floorplan where there were four desks and a small kitchenette. The woman spotted them and walked over to them extending her hand…
‘Hell, I’m Lisa, Lisa Gloor, are you two gentlemen looking for a house?’
‘Yes’ Skandar replied ‘Preferably something on the beach. With two bedrooms and at least two bathrooms.’
‘OhMiGosh! I know the perfect place!’ Said Lisa ‘Follow me.’
They all piled into her car and she drove them about ten miles out of town to a beautiful colonial house. It looked to be one story from the outside but was really three. It was a sub-terrainan house. But as apposed to being completely underground, The entire se facing side of the house was made of glass, so you could see the ocean from anywhere in the house. It was beautiful, four bedrooms and four bathrooms. A ultra modern kitchen and a fully equipped gym. The floors were black marble and the walls were white concrete. Skandar was immediately in love with the house. He held Will’s hand all through the tour and back to the agency. They had just set down and had begun the paperwork for the home when Will went to use the bathroom.
‘Sign at all the X’s Mr. Keynes.’ Lisa coached him as he signed his name for what felt like the millionth time.
‘Skandar…’ Will said behind him
Skandar turned around and looked into Will’s eyes, and he was afraid. ‘What Will?’
‘I can’t. I love you. But I can’t do this. You mean to much to me, and if I did this, I would just fuck it up. I’m sorry Skandar, I’m leaving because I love you.’ Will said, silent tears rolling down his face.
‘What?’
‘I’m leaving, you can have whoever you want, but I’m not going to chance hurting you because of me fucking up. I love you Skandar and I always will, I love you so much that I’m leaving you, so that you can have a better life.’ Will turned around and walked to the door
Skandar ran up to him and put his hand on his shoulder. ‘But I want you Will.’
‘Sorry Skan, I’m not going to risk hurting you. I refuse to. Just know I will always love you.’ Will walked out into the sunshine and hailed a cab.
Skandar fell to the ground in a heap. All he could do was sob and sob. Every time he tried to gain control over himself he started to cry all the harder.
‘Fuck you Will, fuck you. All I ever wanted was you and you fucking do this fucking shit to me. Fuck you. Fuck you Will, I still love you why did you have to do this to me.’ Skandar kept repeating through his crying. Lisa walked over and sat down cross-legged by him, placing her hand on his back and rubbing gently.
‘Come on, Let’s get you home.’ She said as she lifted him up and walked him to the passenger seat of her car. She went back and locked the office. After she grabbed his keys and locked the SUV, she drove him to her apartment. He was past the point of hysterical, All he could do was lay down on her couch and cry. She made him some tea and gave him a blanket. She stayed by his side all night. The next morning he was somewhat better. He just sat there looking sullen. The day after that he took a shower. Finally, on the fourth day he got up, showered, brushed his teeth and got himself ready. He called his dad on his cell phone and told him he was in the process of buying the house of his dreams. Alone. His dad agreed to help him move in and a week later he was the proud owner of his beach house. Lisa, the realtor, had become his new best friend and she moved in with him, running her real estate agency out of the back office in her bedroom.
He had his ups and down, but never once did he call Will. He made a life for himself. But then six months later, it all came crashing down. For weeks he couldn’t stop thinking about what he missed out on, he thought he was passed this but he kept dreaming of Will and it was driving him crazy. Lisa was with her family for a week. It was a Saturday, two days before she was supposed to return. He had bought two bottles of vodka and was half way through the second one when he realized what he had to do. He called Will, no answer. His message was simple ‘I still love you.’ With that he went to his bedroom and pulled out a gun safe. He fumbled with it but eventually unlocked it. He took out a shiny black Glock and loaded one bullet. He went back to the foyer. He pulled the couch over and sat down on it. Plugging in his iPod to the dock, he put on a song. He held the gun up to his head as he said a prayer in time with the music:
‘Our father who art in heaven,
Well let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all
Hallow be thy name,
I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling
Thy kingdom come,
And now the red ones make me fly
Thy will be done,
And the blue ones help me fall
On Earth as it is in Heaven,
And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling
Give us this day our daily bread,
And as the fragments of my skull begin to fall
And forgive us our trespasses,
Fall on your tongue like pixie dust
As we forgive those who trespass against us,
just think happy thoughts
Lead us not into temptation,
And we'll fly home
But deliver us from evil,
We'll fly home
For thine is the Kingdom, and the Power, and the Glory, Forever.
You and I
Amen’
We'll fly home
He stared at the door. He heard the rumble of an engine pulling into the drive way. He let the gun drop and pointed it at the door. There was a hammering at the door, it stopped. He put the gun back up to his head and took a deep breath. The door burst open as someone kicked it down. He looked into the florescent beams of headlamps at a tall shadowy figure.
‘Skan…’
Skandar felt the gun being torn away from his fingers and a warm body holding him in a tight embrace…He blacked out.
End Part 3
Author’s Note: Wow, that was intense. Okay two sad things. The next installment will be the last for this series…most likely. I may do some fluff. Who knows. And second, sorry about this whole chapter….I just feel as if its all wrong…but hopefully some things become clear in the next chapter…and heres a little summary of the it.
Who is this shadowy figure? Will Skandar ever be the same. Tune in next time for the biggest piece of fluff I have ever written ☺
As always comments are the best.