I know this fic has a rubbish title, but if you know what auditory means you might get my mad little pun ;)
Song: Best Laid Plans by James Blunt
So this just popped in my head and I thought it would be perfect for these two.


You don't like it in the shadows
But you won't let me shine a light.

I'm really trying to save him. Course I'm trying but it's hard.

I try to get him to talk about it but he won't. I don't blame him for not wanting to discuss it, but surely it kills him keeping it all inside?

He seems so sad all of the time so I try to cheer him up, but he won't let me.

I could wash away your troubles

But it seems
The more that I hold on
The more that you let go
And I know, you better let somebody love you
Or find yourself, on your own .

The harder I try the more he hates it. When he has nightmares I try to comfort him but he just shakes me off.

He's built a hard shell around him and won't let anyone in. I'm trying to break through it.

I know he needs someone. He desperately needs someone. I'm trying to make that someone me.

Tell me why all the best laid plans
Fall apart in your hands
And my good intentions never end
The way I meant.

Everything I try fails. All my best ideas. The carefully thought out and meticulously planned ideas. They crumble in his withering glare. I intend to break the shell. Though I have no idea how to.

If we don't talk about the future
Then should I just, follow you into the dark.

Let's face it: we're not gonna be in this bubble forever. One day we'll be leaving Fenton lodge to go and be in the real world. I wonder what he'll make of the real world. I wonder what the real world will make of him.

Or should I just let it flow? And not bother with trying to find out what will happen with me and him. Maybe I should just wait and see...

Yeah, and does your silence keep you cold
While the cracks form on my heart.

Practically nothing. That's all we get from him nowadays. He's so unresponsive. Completely impassive while I'm dying inside.

But that just makes me try harder.

Tell me why all the best laid plans
Fall apart in your hands
And my good intentions never end
The way I meant.

Trying... So hard... Crumbling... Falling to pieces... That I have to pick up...

That only he can put back together... But he hates that I'm trying... He hates it all... Everything...

Melting away for him...

It seems to me some fine friends have watched you turn your back .

I'm trying to save what little that there might be left. Buried deep inside, never emerging but still there.

We're all trying, but all we can really do is watch as he gradually withdraws.

It seems you only want the things that you can't have.

He wants a normal life. I wish I could give it to him. If I could maybe the coldness would leave his eyes. But it's the one thing he can't have. A normal life...

Tell me why all the best laid plans
Fall apart in your hands
And my good intentions never end
The way I meant.

Drifting...

Falling...

Breaking...

Stopping...

Killing...

Dying...


Guess who?
And hope you liked
Arrie