A/N I know everyone and their dog is writing a post Bart B/C piece, but this really spoke to me and HAD to be written. I don't own anything, GG belongs to JS CvZ and the CW. Lyrics are not mine either. Please let me know what you think !

HUGE thank you to my girl Beth! xoxo


I'll say it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done

That moment. It was gone nearly before it had happened. His hand had found its way to hers; the soft pad of his thumb tracing lazy circles on her palm. His eyes had softened to the same amber they'd been when he'd eloquently proclaimed for his father's entire wedding reception that his heart would always truly be hers. There had been no mischief swimming in their depths. No hatred, no anger, no disgust. Only the warmth of love, the shine of truth, and maybe even the light of hope.

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here

He'd led her, in the waves of sapphire silk she'd worn in hopes that he would, to the center of the room. Lights shone, music swelled, couples swayed slowly, but she saw nothing but the boy who'd taken a step closer to being the man he wanted to be. For him, for her, for them. His strong hands held her close; guiding them as one from the small of her back. Her slender fingers stroked soft brown velvet, her long lashes nearly petting his. She'd never seen him gaze at her so adoringly; weightless white flakes floating around them. She'd never seen him gaze at her adoringly at all. And she'd never gazed back; feet light, heart happy, soul complete.

Light up, light up

Until amber was onyx, love was hate, and one was two.

As if you have a choice

He'd fled, black on white, shade on shade, death on life.

Even if you cannot hear my voice

And she'd followed; tears twisting light, fear shadowing her heart.

I'll be right beside you dear

Inconsolable rage and grief had pulled him here. To where she knew his heart held the only memory of his father's smile. He sat motionless on the icy November ground, his sequined armor tarnished and failing. Her feet stood bare and cold against cement across the way; her peep toed Louboutins broken and lost hours ago somewhere along her way.

Tarnished and failing, broken and lost.

Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives

Cold, white flecks pinched her bare shoulders; warm, wet tears burnt her cheeks; her feet frozen in place. Tattered brown velvet twisted into onyx eyes, shaky fingers cradled an ignored and badly fashioned joint. Dwindling rays of light bounced off glass and sparkled within the inch of tawny liquid still inside.

Cement gave way to pavement; pavement to gravel.

I can hardly speak I understand
What you can't raise your voice to say

Waves of sapphire silk crashed against green grass, but his sequined stillness remained.

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry

A little boy; broken and lost, frozen in memories of a life that was no longer his.

And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do

Lashes didn't flutter, noses didn't graze, hands didn't touch; but she knew he felt her.

Slower, slower
We don't have time for that
All I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads

Tears didn't fall now but they had left their mark on vacant, red eyes and cold, pale skin.

Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid

She didn't reach across the void and into his hell. She'd have burnt him with the heat of life, the beating heart behind her touch.

Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess

He didn't turn brown eyes on her, didn't reach for comfort, but she knew her presence was wanted; desperately needed.

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice

Daylight hid from darkness; heat and warmth skittering after it. His jacket fell from his shoulders; the first movements he'd made since she'd come to him hours ago, and draped itself over her goose bumped flesh. She offered no words of thanks. Nor of wisdom, or comfort. There would be no comfort for her if she were the tattered princess, broken and lost; there could be no comfort for them, would be no comfort between them.

The metal of a ring she'd never seen him wear clanked against clear glass as he passed her his choice of poison, eyes forward and unseeing.

Even if you cannot hear my voice

The glass was ice in her hand; the liquid, fire down her throat.

I'll be right beside you, dear

And they sat, tattered and tearful, tarnished and failing, broken and lost; together.


A/N Song is Snow Patrol's 'Run' (I changed a few words to suit my piece better). Give it a listen if you've never heard it. And NO I don't mean "light up, smoke a joint" by light up. It's meant to be taken figuratively, light is symbolic for hope; "have hope." Or can be associated with fire and could mean "self-combust." Either way.

Lynne