Warning: Deep Talk, Pain, torment, death, sadness, long long Story
Pairing: Stewart x Ferg
Words: 2560
Notes: Stewart returns from vacation and somehow has to tell Ferg his decision, but things don't go as expected. Bang Bang Bang!
Oh! And before I forget to write. After this fanfic, a Rience fanfic follows
- Yes, a long Rience fanfic -
This is the last chapter
Chapters:
Is that Love? - Klick here
Don't do that to me - Klick here
I will stay - Klick here
The Time will Tell - Klick here
Stewart was standing in the pub, at the pool table, glad that there wasn't much going on today and the room was empty for the pool players. There was an extra room, tables for a larger group to sit and two small standing tables. A small window let in fresh air. Stewart had been waiting for Ferg, for a long time, he came back from vacation today, Hawaii had been great, Stewart was finally able to talk to Ellie, and he knew exactly what he wanted. Now he was waiting for Ferg, to tell him his decision, but Ferg kept him waiting. So Stewart decided to set the balls on the table and play something. He looked at his watch now and sighed slightly, when five minutes had passed. He just nudged the cue ball, when the door opened and Ferg came in, smiling, with two large beers, Ferg watched as he pocketed the ball, seven thirty "You still got it on there" Ferg said setting the beer up on the small round bar table. Both men laughed and hugged "It's good to see you" Stewart said and Ferg slapped him lightly on the back "You too my friend"
Ferg, took a cue stick that was hanging on the wall and came to the table. He watched Stewart, as he put the balls back into the triangle. Stewart must have noticed his look, because he laughed briefly "You made me wait quite a bit" he said and looked at Ferg "I was there on time, just ordered beer" he said and at the words, he walked over to the table to drink his beer. "You look a lot better than last time, Ferg" "Is that a miracle? It's been a month," he said, putting the beer back on the table. "The wound is closed, everything has healed well, only a scar will remain" "Hey, you can definitely brag, about that to the others, mega good," said Setwart, slapped Fergs shoulders, with his fist and also went to the table. "Yeah, let's see," Ferg said, removing the triangle to expose the balls. "I'll take the full ones," he said, smiling at Stewart "That was so clear..." he said, laughing and took a sip before coming back, to the table "Let's toss a coin," Stewart said, taking out his Pocket a coin "I'll take head" Ferg said and Stewart snorted "That was pretty obvious too" "What? So, shall we flip a coin now?" "Don't be stupid," Stewart said, flipping the coin up and catching it.
Stewart slammed it, into his other palm and raised his hand. "Ah! Pay, I get to decide" Ferg groaned "Yeah well, then make up your mind" he said trying to look bored, he turned away from Stewart "I'll take the halves" he said and watched Ferg turn around, slowly" Are you serious, man? We didn't have to flip a coin, for that." Stewart laughed lightly, and only when Ferg laughed with him, did he laugh too. "You're calling me stupid, but you're not exactly the brightest candle either, my friend." They both started laughing again. Stewart loved to joke with him. "Are we going to make a bet?" Ferg asked, looking at his friend. Stewart shrugged, he had no idea what the bet was supposed to be. "The one who loses gets the next beer," Ferg said now, raising an eyebrow "Okay" he agreed Ferg began and as he thrust he asked "And how was your vacation, with Ellie?" Stewart loved Ferg for being so patient, no matter how excited or nosy. "Fine, at least for me" "Meaning, the weather sucked and Ellie pissed off?" "No, the weather was great and Ellie pissed off" Stewart saw Ferg nod, before pocketing a ball "Oh man, it's still no fun to play with you" Ferg bleated, slamming a flat hand on his forehead.
Ferg, couldn't believe what he was hearing, Ellie was pissed off? That could only mean one thing, right? But he didn't want to ask. "Been a lot of pretty women, on the beach?" he asked instead, "They didn't interest me." Ferg noticed Stewart's eyes on him, but didn't show anything and pocketed a ball. "That was mine, thanks, my friend," Stewart said, and Ferg groaned. "If things go on like this, I'll have to pay for the next beer too." Stewart laughed and pocketed two balls at the same time. "I just got it" "Oh come on, that was just luck" Ferg groaned but grinned slightly. "Ferg?" "mhm" Ferg was just highly concentrated, on a ball, it was close to the hole and that was his chance "I chose you, it's over with Ellie" Ferg shot but twisted, because he didn't believe what he heard. He looked at Stewart, he had put on an amiable face and looked at him, he supported himself with the cue. "Can you say that again?" he asked in disbelief, he saw Stewart smile "I chose you, it's over with ..." he got no further, then Ferg had walked around the table and kissed him. Stewart cupped his face in one hand. Ferg's emotions were a roller coaster, he felt like the luckiest man.
Stewart, let his lips slip from Ferg's and looked into his eyes. for a long time. Love is beautiful when you have found someone. Weren't those the words of Ferg. "You don't know what that means to me, Stewart" "It means a lot to me too, I won't leave you alone, and you'll never get rid of me" "Shit, if only I had known that beforehand" Ferg joked and kissed him anew. Stewart, held Ferg against the pool table and hugged him, while kissing him passionately. Ferg sat down on the table and pulled Stewart towards him, by the waist. "And … What did you have in mind, that we're both going to do today?" "I was thinking of a game of pool" "Oh come on Stewart" Ferg said dumbfounded and Stewart laughed, at the sight of him. "I didn't really think much, I just had to tell you." "What did Ellie say?" Stewart raised an eyebrow and looked down briefly, before their eyes met again. "Something about, it's just a phase" Ferg laughed briefly to "That's what my parents kept telling me, and I'm still the same, as I was years ago" both men grinned. "She said she's waiting for me" "She should, but I'm not giving you away anymore" Ferg said, and Stewart was glad, Ferg said that.
Both men are kissing again, as a man, entered the room. Stewart and Ferg didn't see him right away, until he slammed the door. Ferg saw the man and felt sick, sliding off the table. Stewart grabbed Ferg and stood in front of him. "Good evening," the man said, pulling a pistol from the inside of his pocket. Ferg's heart was racing, it was the exact same man who had shot him on the beach and fled. Ferg had pushed him, so far from his memory that he hadn't thought about the fact, that he was still at large for a long time. "As long as you do what I say, we won't have any problems here" "What do you want from us?" Ferg asked him. Stewart held out a hand to the man, as he moved toward her. "If any of you yell, I'll shoot without warning. You should know that," he said, grabbing a chair from the table and anchoring it to the door, so no one could enter. Stewart started sweating and felt nauseous. He had no idea what to do. He kept staring at the man, his movements were gentle, careful and lithe, but he knew exactly what he was doing. "Get away from him" he said pointing the gun at Ferg "You're supposed to get away from him" Ferg obeyed, releasing Stewart's hand which he had been gripping in fear and backing towards the wall. "You stay there," he said to Stewart, as he was about to move to the wall, as well. Stewart didn't want to leave his friend alone, but what should he do, when there's a man standing in front of him, with a loaded pistol pointed at him.
Stewart looked into Ferg's eyes, wanting to tell him everything would be fine. "You don't know me, do you?" Stewart saw the man walk around the pool table and come towards him, Stewart shook his head. "Only from the beach when you stood in front of me and wanted to shoot me, but instead almostshoot, my friend," he said angrily, realizing tears were gathering in his eyes. "Yeah, about that, if he hadn't distracted me, the bullet would have landed in the right owner." Stewart took a deep breath. "And what exactly do you want from me?" asked he. The man had stepped close to him, "I wanted... I actually wanted to kill you, but now, I want to take something from you, just like your father once took something, that was important to me," he said and walked away from him and pointed the gun, at Ferg again. Stewart didn't know what the man was talking about, but what he did know, was that it was about the night Dad had an accident, although he had never spoken of it. "Please, we can work that out, can't we?" he asked, raising his hands imploringly not to hurt Ferg. The man grinned and tilted his head back in laughter.
Ferg didn't know what was going on, first he came to see his best friend, then he was the happiest man, in the world, because Stewart finally stood by him, and now he was so scared, he could hardly think. He looked from Stewart, to the man, as he started laughing. Then the man became serious again. Ferg's heart was racing, as the man looked at him, expressionless, cold as a stone. Ferg was getting dizzy, from the adrenaline rush, and he kept looking at Stewart, who was also looking at him, how much he would just like to go to him and hug him. Telling him he loved him...why hadn't he told him he loved him? "Do you have any idea, what your father did to me?" Ferg saw Stewart shake his head, "I don't know anything except, that he had an accident. He never talked about it." "Can you at least imagine it?" Stewart shook his head again and took a step towards Ferg "I told you don't move" the man yelled and Stewart stopped dead in his tracks "Please he has nothing to do with this, let him go" again the man laughed, as Stewart pointed to Ferg. "He had nothing to do with it, no. Neither did my wife," he said, pointing the gun that had been resting on Stewart, back at Ferg.
Stewart couldn't think straight. "What happened that night?" he asked, seeing the man take his eyes off Ferg, for a moment. He pointed the pistol back at him. "You want to know what happened?" Stewart nodded, hoping he could calm the man down enough, to let Ferg go. "My wife was heavily pregnant... I had to take her to the hospital." Stewart swallowed, somehow feeling like he knew how this story was going to end. "She just had stomach pains, but we thought it was contractions. She was about to run to the car, when some drunk pig came rushing into the parking lot and ran her over." Stewart closed his eyes. "She told me the license plate number, while she was lying on the street, bleeding from a number of wounds. She..." The man started to cry, but still kept the gun trained on Stewart. "She told me the number plate. That was the last thing, I heard from my wife, the shitty number plate"
Ferg swallowed, raising his hands slightly. He didn't want to lose Stewart, he had to come up with something. "Your father, drove away with no guilty conscience. My wife and baby died that night," the man yelled. "I've been looking for your father for a long, very long time, but when I finally found him. He had already died, of his alcoholism." Stewart swallowed and nodded slightly, he could understand the man, very well. "I have nothing to lose, I thought to myself, when I found out the bastard has a son. And here we are." he said and laughed. Ferg couldn't take it anymore, the man was so focused on Stewart, that he probably didn't notice when he approached and knocked the gun out of his hand. Wrong guessed, when he even lifted his leg slightly, the man pointed the pistol at Ferg and without qualms, he pulled the trigger, the bullet piercing his shoulder, he fell hard against the wall and slid down it, left a bloody streak on the wall, not again, was his thought, as he put his hand on his shoulder, which had taken a bullet once before. Stewart screamed and started to run to Ferg, when another shot rang out. Ferg only saw a blur of blood and skin splattering off Stewart's knee, and he fell roughly to the ground. "I said, don't move." Stewart clutched his wound, but his eyes didn't leave Ferg. Tears ran down his cheeks, "Please leave him, he has nothing to do with the whole thing!" yelled Stewart now.
It grew louder at the door, it was rattled and shouts came in. "Not much time left", said the man and scratched himself, with the gun, "Where was I? Oh yes, you know what your father said in court?" Stewart cried, as he watched Ferg pale, he shook his head when the man asked. "He said, she was in the wrong place, at the wrong time. So is your boyfriend." said he was aiming at Ferg. Stewart screamed, as the shot rang out, hitting Ferg in the stomach. Ferg groaned briefly and held his new wound, with his other hand. Ferg knew he would die in this place. He looked at Stewart, not only was he crying, Stewart was crying too, he wanted to say so much to him. But he lacked the words and the air. He hoped that Stewart caught his look - I love you -. He raised his hand, wanting to touchhim, just once more. "No, no, no," said the man. Ferg looked back at the man, his vision so blurry, he couldn't really see him. When the shot rang out, Ferg was gone, everything he loved, what he felt, what he hated, what excited him, everything that made him who he was was gone.
Stewart's eyes widened, as he saw Ferg's lifeless body sagging against the wall, a bullet in his head. Stewart screamed and yelled and crawled over to his friend, not caring what the man was doing to him. He also didn't hear the siren of the police car. Reaching Ferg, he pulled the lifeless body to him, stroking its head and hugging it, as tightly as he could. "Ferg, Ferg, it's going to be alright, you hear, it's going to be alright" He kissed his hair. He flinched, when another shot rang out, he looked at the man, lying dead on the ground. Stewart kissed Ferg "I love you...I love you" he said hugging the body even more "I will never forget you"
End
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