Save You From Yourself (Standalone)
Title: Save You From Yourself
Author: playful_lips
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Ryan Ross/Brendon Urie
POV: Third.
Summary: There's a lonely figure, sitting on the concrete sidewalk, surrounded by tall trees and houses, so he think he's pretty much safe from the lightning (not that he would care if he was struck).
Disclaimer: Not true, fiction, fake fake fake.
Author's Notes: For peopleexisting. Just because.
Warning: Past character death.






The sky darkens and there's no glimmer of light from the full moon. The clouds drift across the sky, the dark rainclouds clashing and flashing. The trees bend and snap, and the wind gushes louder than ever.

There's a lonely figure, sitting on the concrete sidewalk, surrounded by tall trees and houses, so he think he's pretty much safe from the lightning (not that he would care if he was struck). There are tears streaming down his face, and his legs are crossed, his soaked jeans thick and heavy. His hands are clasped and slippery, his bottom lip is quivering and he just doesn't know what to do anymore.

He feels his phone vibrate again and this time, this time he answers it.

"Hello?" he croaks out, closing his eyes. He hears a car drive past, and the water splashes up the curb and smacks him in the face. He splutters and coughs and says hello again.

"Ryan?" a voice whispers in relief. Ryan nods before he realised that Spencer can't see him.

"Hi," he mutters instead, sniffling. Spencer makes a sympathetic noise through the speak and sighs.

"Ry, do you want me to come get you? Where are you? Jon and I will come and pick you up, and we'll all spend the night together," Spencer says clearly, but Ryan is tired of promises that are broken.

"No, it's okay, Spence," Ryan says easily, swallowing his choked tears and honesty. Spencer sighs again, and somewhere, deep down, Ryan feels bad for hurting him.

"Call me if you need me, please? Or Jon. One of us will be there as soon as you need us, okay?" Spencer says. Ryan nods again to the crying sky.

"Of course," he barely hears Spencer say goodbye, before he hangs up. Ryan drops the phone into his lap and buries his head in his hands.

"I'm sorry, Brendon!" Ryan wails suddenly, screaming towards the sky. "I'm sorry I didn't love you soon enough! I'm sorry that I didn't realise I did until it was too fucking late!" Ryan crumbles into himself, sobbing his heart out, clutching at his hair.

"I'm so fucking sorry," Ryan mumbles again, the pictures in his mind scarring him, scaring him. Brendon bloody and unconscious in a bath tub, Brendon pale and lifeless on a hospital bed.

There's a screech of tires and then a door opens. It's slammed and Ryan can feel strong arms wrap around his body. He glances up and sees Jon's face, also shining with tears.

"Come on, Ry," Jon whispers and helps him to the car. Ryan curls up in the backseat against Jon and cries into his collar. Spencer mumbles something about home, and drives away from the cold concrete sidewalk and the watered down memories.

"I miss him too, Ry," Jon mutters into Ryan's hair, as he's rubbing his back soothingly. "He was my best friend, but he was the love of your life, and for that I'm sorry."

Ryan cries harder, his hands curled into the material of Jon's shirt. His body shakes and his mind spins, and he just fucking needs Brendon.

"But he wouldn't want you to cry away your days, waste away your life," Spencer says from the front seat. "Ryan, please." Ryan shakes some more, but slowly gasps himself into sparatic breathing.

"He loved you, and you love him," Jon says, sighing. "And it's cruel that he was taken from you, but you gotta move on." Ryan sighs and nods his head, eyes downcast.

"It's been two years," Spencer says. "I miss him everyday, his bouncing, his smile, his clingy-ness. He was an amazing best friend, but Ry, Ryan you gotta move on."

"I know," Ryan admits. "It's just hard....I lovedhim."

"He knows that now, Ry," Jon says quietly. "He's watching over all three of us, and he knows how much he means to us. But just think, he's waiting for you, wherever he is. He'll wait until you're grey and old, and wrinkled, and he will still love you."

Ryan chokes on his breath and starts to cry again, but he knows Jon is right, knows that Brendon is watching over him.

"I loved him," Ryan mutters again. Jon nods and kisses the top of Ryan's head.

"He knows that now, Ry, he does," Jon promises. "Just live your life, live your life like he was here with you. Because he is." Jon pats Ryan's heart, and Ryan swallows, nodding.

"Okay," he says. "Okay."