Author: iwomans_sister

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from I-Man. But if I did I would make sure they got a third season.

Title: Solo

Spoilers: Nope.

Rating: PG-13 for violence and character death.

WARNING! A main character dies in this fic. If you do not like that or will get mad about it PLEASE don't read this.

Authors Note: Sorry, I was in a bad mood when I wrote this. I also changed my style of writing for this fic. If you don't like that then sue me. But I WILL sic my Beta Reader on you and I hear she has a nasty bark. ;) You thought I was going to say bite, didn't you? Oh C'mon, I'm not that mean.

*A special thank you to my wonderful friend and Beta Reader Liz_Z. You're great girl!*

Now, on to the fic. Yes, I know. I won't shut up. Hey, I had to add all that. Really I did. Hope you all don't throw tomatoes at me.

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"Fawkes?" Bobby yelled, running to the now bleeding Darien laying on the pavement. "Fawkes, are you okay?" Bobby looked at Darien's wound. He had been shot in the chest. "Don't give up man, Claire is on the way." Bobby said, almost in tears. "You're going to be okay." He said more to convince himself. He had spent the last three days looking for Darien, trying to find a location on him. Bobby tore the sleeve off of his shirt and used it to help stop the bleeding.

Darien moved his lips and let out a quiet whisper. "It's not your fault." Was all he managed to before he started coughing up blood. Darien's eyes rolled in the back of his head and he lost conciseness.

A few minutes later Claire was there along with a medical team taking care of Darien. Claire sent them off after she had done everything she could and then went to talk to Bobby.

"What happened?" She asked.

Bobby didn't pay attention to her. He went to his van and headed towards the Agency.

~*~

Two Hours Later:

"I'm sorry Bobby, he didn't make it." Claire said in a tear filled voice. She would have added more, but that was all she could say.

"No!" Hobbes cried. Claire pulled him in an embrace and they just stood there, both crying over their now lost friend. The only true friend Bobby had ever had. "It's my fault he is dead."

"What happened Bobby?" Claire asked for the second time since the incident.

Bobby pulled out of Claire's embrace. "I killed him, Claire. I killed him." With that said Bobby walked out of the Keep. He didn't know what to do or where to go. His life had become a mystery, and there were no clues pointing him in the direction he should go.

~*~

"I quit!" Bobby said, storming into the Official's office.

"Hobbes, I understand that you lost someone close to you. Heck, we all did. Fawkes was a good man. And a darn good agent. But maybe you should wait before you decide on anything?"

"I am leaving. That is final. You sent me on a suicide run and it ended up getting Fawkes killed. There is no way in heck that I am going to work here anymore!" Bobby yelled.

"Listen kid, I had no idea what was going to happen. I can't predict the future and neither can you. You did your job. Don't feel responsible for the outcome. Arnaud would have killed him sooner or later anyway. It was just a matter of time."

"I could have stopped him. If I had gotten there sooner Fawkes would still be alive. It is just as if I had pulled the trigger myself." Bobby replied. He set down his gun and badge on the Official's desk. Then he turned around and walked out of the Agency. Not looking back. He never wanted to see this place again as long as he lived. Bobby made a pact. If he ever found that Swiss miss mother he would tear him limb from limb. He would make sure that Arnaud had the worst, most painful death over recorded in the history of time.

The End

What did I say? I was in a bad mood. Sorry Darien!

Naomi