Summary: The four times Alex made promises he couldn't keep. And the one time he made one he could. Terminally-ill!Alex. Somewhat AU. Set a year after Crocodile Tears, disregards Scorpia Rising.

“Carry On My Wayward Son, There’ll Be Peace When You Are Done. Lay Your Weary Head To Rest, Don’t You Cry no More,” - Carry On Wayward Son, Kansas

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So I was on Tumblr, and someone I follow asked why Titanic/Iceberg didn't exist.

...It does now!

Titanic was just minding her own business, happily sailing along, when she saw the most breathtaking thing. An iceberg.

He was a shade of blue so cold, it made her insides shiver.

She knew their love could never succeed, but she knew. She knew it was worth ( Read more... )

This is war, a terrible thing to
            Realise.
It wouldn’t be fair if I assumed it was
And you it was something else.
I know it’s war, but it’s not my
            Fault.
It would be wrong to think it was all me
Because it was also partly you.
War or not, I still can’t
            Believe.
It’s not like you to be so cruel
And leave me looking like an ( Read more... )

(Dedicated to Rena Hyam)

Always there,
To wipe my tears.
Always there,
To chase away my fears.

Always there,
So I don’t feel alone.
Always there,
To help with the unknown.

Always there,
When I need you the most.
Always there,
To you, I propose a toast.

Always there, since my life began.
But not anymore… I miss you, Nan.

Are you alive,
To wipe away my tears?
Are you alive,
To wash away my fears?

Are you alive,
To kiss me goodnight?
Are you alive,
So we can share the morning light?

Are you alive,
Saying you love me?
Are you alive,
So together we can be?

Are you alive,
So our love can grow?
You are not alive,
But I can’t let you go.

He's a little bit demanding,
And can be surly too,
But he's my dad and I love him.
With this poem, I'll prove it to you.

He's always there when I need him,
A sturdy rock I rely on.
But if he ever left me,
I wouldn't be able to carry on.

You see, I really love him,
And my mother too.
If you don't believe me,
Here's a little clue:

The power of the Father
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Hidden In The Shadows

Hidden in the shadows,
Are things that remain unseen.
Nobody knows what they look like,
Or where they have been.

Hidden in the shadows,
That make you feel rather small,
There are things yet unnamed,
Waiting for us all.

Hidden in the shadows,
Gone, but in plain sight,
Are things that give you bad dreams,
And keep you awake all night.

Hidden ( Read more... )

The jouney has begun now ( Read more... )