You're the closest to heaven (that I'll ever be)
title: You're the closest to heaven (that I'll ever be)
pairing: implied past!Peterick
pov: 3rd
rating: G
summary: Pete has been pacing in the waiting room for hours, impatiently waiting for his turn and checking his wrist watch every few seconds.
disclaimer: own nothing
Pete was tiding his desk: the boss has given him so much crap about it!
Albeit a boring one, Pete was grateful for that job. At least he didn’t have to spend his time on that white bench looking at the grass growing.
“Hey Pete!” a co-worker called him, “New case! This one has been specifically assigned to you by the boss himself.”
“Well, that ‘s new, I don’t have to take care of what the others refused,” Pete winked and snatched the folder off the other’s hand..
CASE #236’819’456’519
NAME: STUMP, PATRICK AGE: 54
CAUSE: WORSENING OF HIS COMA AFTER AN HEART ATTACK
DATE: 18/03/2011 H. 11.45.06
Pete’s eyes widened.
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Pete has been pacing in the waiting room for hours, impatiently waiting for his turn and checking his wrist watch every few seconds.
«PETE WENTZ» came the voice from the loudspeaker, and he could finally open the door. On the other side he found a person with familiar strawberry hair checking himself in disbelief.
Pete cleared his throat, “Mr Patrick Stump?”
The man snapped his head up and his eyes widened in shock.
“Pete?!?”
The other man smiled, “Yep, it’s me. Good to see you again.”
“Yeah…” Patrick whispered mechanically, “But…where am I? And why am I young again?”
“For the second question, I don’t know. Nobody knows, it’s boss decisions,” Pete shrugged, “As for your first question, you’re, well, on the other side…”
“In heaven?!”
“Something like that…”
“So I’m dead?” Patrick couldn’t help but ask it. It all felt like a dream.
Silence followed Pete’s nod, the time for Patrick to digest the news.
“I thought you’ve ended in the so-called hell,” Patrick commented jokingly, to break the tension.
“Haha, I thought the same at first, but here I am,” Pete beamed.
“I missed you,” Patrick blurted out suddenly.
“I missed you too, so much it hurts, you can’t--” Pete stopped and looked down.
“I can’t understand?” Patrick finished grimly.
“Pete nodded, “Sorry, I don’t think before talking…never have…”
Patrick chuckled, “You can say that.”
An awkward silence filled the room.
“And now?” Patrick asked.
“Oh! Yeah, follow me, you have to fill a few forms in.”
“Forms? Is this heaven or some kind of office?”
“This first part is more of an office…I call it my personal hell,” Pete whispered as they moved to a new room with endless lines of tables and chairs, all taken.
Pete took an empty form and nodded at Patrick to follow him. To avoid the queue, Pete led Patrick to his favorite bench in the immense park just outside the main building, where they could enjoy the nice day and calmly fill the papers.
“I’ve been sitting on this bench for so many years, waiting for you,” Pete recounted, “At first I egoistically thought I was going to see you soon, but I’m glad you didn’t follow my example. At least you got to live a long and intense life.”
“Well, 54 years old is still a bit early to leave, but I’m satisfied with my life.”
“Any Stump jr around on Earth?”
“Nope. I just had a few adventures but nothing too serious or long-term.”
“Sorry for the question, but how come you had an heart attack?”
“Genetics. My father had it too, though he lasted a few years longer. Hey Pete, what’s this question about reincarnation?”
“It’s if you want to return living as a new human being.”
“And repeat the process of going through my pudgy years and the typical angsty adolescence? No thanks.”
“Nobody can tell who you’re going to reincarnate as, maybe you’re going to look like a super model or become the doctor who discovers the cure to every illness, or…”
“Okay, okay, I got it, I got it…”
“And being here is boring with the passing of the years. I even accepted the job at the welcoming office just to stop vegetating on this bench. Me! Doing office work! This is the best joke ever.”
“But you were alone,” Patrick commented wistfully, looking intensely in Pete’s eyes.
“You’re right,” Pete smiled fondly, observing the sky slowly turning orange.
pairing: implied past!Peterick
pov: 3rd
rating: G
summary: Pete has been pacing in the waiting room for hours, impatiently waiting for his turn and checking his wrist watch every few seconds.
disclaimer: own nothing
Pete was tiding his desk: the boss has given him so much crap about it!
Albeit a boring one, Pete was grateful for that job. At least he didn’t have to spend his time on that white bench looking at the grass growing.
“Hey Pete!” a co-worker called him, “New case! This one has been specifically assigned to you by the boss himself.”
“Well, that ‘s new, I don’t have to take care of what the others refused,” Pete winked and snatched the folder off the other’s hand..
CASE #236’819’456’519
NAME: STUMP, PATRICK AGE: 54
CAUSE: WORSENING OF HIS COMA AFTER AN HEART ATTACK
DATE: 18/03/2011 H. 11.45.06
Pete’s eyes widened.
---
Pete has been pacing in the waiting room for hours, impatiently waiting for his turn and checking his wrist watch every few seconds.
«PETE WENTZ» came the voice from the loudspeaker, and he could finally open the door. On the other side he found a person with familiar strawberry hair checking himself in disbelief.
Pete cleared his throat, “Mr Patrick Stump?”
The man snapped his head up and his eyes widened in shock.
“Pete?!?”
The other man smiled, “Yep, it’s me. Good to see you again.”
“Yeah…” Patrick whispered mechanically, “But…where am I? And why am I young again?”
“For the second question, I don’t know. Nobody knows, it’s boss decisions,” Pete shrugged, “As for your first question, you’re, well, on the other side…”
“In heaven?!”
“Something like that…”
“So I’m dead?” Patrick couldn’t help but ask it. It all felt like a dream.
Silence followed Pete’s nod, the time for Patrick to digest the news.
“I thought you’ve ended in the so-called hell,” Patrick commented jokingly, to break the tension.
“Haha, I thought the same at first, but here I am,” Pete beamed.
“I missed you,” Patrick blurted out suddenly.
“I missed you too, so much it hurts, you can’t--” Pete stopped and looked down.
“I can’t understand?” Patrick finished grimly.
“Pete nodded, “Sorry, I don’t think before talking…never have…”
Patrick chuckled, “You can say that.”
An awkward silence filled the room.
“And now?” Patrick asked.
“Oh! Yeah, follow me, you have to fill a few forms in.”
“Forms? Is this heaven or some kind of office?”
“This first part is more of an office…I call it my personal hell,” Pete whispered as they moved to a new room with endless lines of tables and chairs, all taken.
Pete took an empty form and nodded at Patrick to follow him. To avoid the queue, Pete led Patrick to his favorite bench in the immense park just outside the main building, where they could enjoy the nice day and calmly fill the papers.
“I’ve been sitting on this bench for so many years, waiting for you,” Pete recounted, “At first I egoistically thought I was going to see you soon, but I’m glad you didn’t follow my example. At least you got to live a long and intense life.”
“Well, 54 years old is still a bit early to leave, but I’m satisfied with my life.”
“Any Stump jr around on Earth?”
“Nope. I just had a few adventures but nothing too serious or long-term.”
“Sorry for the question, but how come you had an heart attack?”
“Genetics. My father had it too, though he lasted a few years longer. Hey Pete, what’s this question about reincarnation?”
“It’s if you want to return living as a new human being.”
“And repeat the process of going through my pudgy years and the typical angsty adolescence? No thanks.”
“Nobody can tell who you’re going to reincarnate as, maybe you’re going to look like a super model or become the doctor who discovers the cure to every illness, or…”
“Okay, okay, I got it, I got it…”
“And being here is boring with the passing of the years. I even accepted the job at the welcoming office just to stop vegetating on this bench. Me! Doing office work! This is the best joke ever.”
“But you were alone,” Patrick commented wistfully, looking intensely in Pete’s eyes.
“You’re right,” Pete smiled fondly, observing the sky slowly turning orange.