Title: The Laughing Spirit
Characters/Pairing: Tom Hanson
Warning: Death of major character, although was already dead before story
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: The laugh came suddenly, low and deep, advancing in tone, surprising the young man sitting on the couch in the once silent living room.
A/N: Written fairly quickly, shoulda been a drabble but it was way too long and I liked this so I did not want to cut anything out... just a short one-shot.So I blame this on watching too much Supernatural, and reading those damn ghost stories books I've borrowed from Cort so I'm not too sure what I meant to be doing while this was written. Oh, for all that is anything, ignore the title, it makes no sense. Oh, wasn't sure about the genress, so it was either supernatural or spiritual I think, and I just picked supernatural but if you have any suggestions...
The laugh came suddenly, low and deep, advancing in tone, surprising the young man sitting on the couch in the once silent living room. And then it stopped, as suddenly as it had started, the room once more plunging into the silence, now eerie and barely there. The echoing of the laugh still lingered like a mist of dew after a rain fall and Tom shivered, looking around the room quickly. He had been alone, or at least he thought he had been, sitting on his couch and reading the comics – a habit he had picked up from Doug. And then the laugh had come, startling him yet comforting him at the same time. Because he had watched as Doug took his last breath, watched as his life slowly faded, and then he had been gone. But now, as he read Doug's favourite comic, Doug had somehow laughed at it, had somehow read the comic along with Tom, as if maybe he were there watching Tom as well. And then Tom was laughing, for the first time in months. Because Doug's death had created a void in him, and now, whether real or imagined, Doug's all too familiar laugh had brought that lost light back into Tom's eyes, had made him feel whole again. Because he believed that Doug was watching him, and that it was he who had laughed only moments ago, and that was all he needed to know that Doug wasn't really gone – he never would be, would always be alive inside of Tom – and that everything could be okay.