Post by spyder on Nov 25, 2007 4:18:57 GMT -5
Holy crap, I actually have a fic done! XD This is just a one shot I randomly came up with awhile ago while listening to the song "Your Guardian Angel" by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. I've been meaning to write an A/L one shot for awhile now and figured that song was probably one of the best ones to base it on.
I had intended for it to be a songfic originally but after realizing in recent days that I've really gotten over songfics and writing them, I thought I would just stick with writing it as a regular story but include a couple of lines to the song at the opening.
Anyway, I hope you guys like it! I know it's kinda crap right now, but I might rewrite it and put it in further detail later if Iever have the time.
I'm also currently working on "We Don't Care Anymore" and STNFW so expect to see updates for them sometime in the next year hopefully. XD jk
Please R&R! :D
Oh yeah and Ash+Lewis are 3 years older than normal in this fic. So Lewis's like 19 and Ash is 17 or something along those lines. XD
- Your Guardian Angel (The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus)[/center]
His arms were scratched and heavily brushed, as thick streams of blood ran from the abrasion upon his forehead, spilling over the slender frame slung lifelessly within his weakening arms. At that moment, it seemed as though his body was so consumed by adrenaline and preoccupied by the crucial situation that he was... Better yet, they were now facing. It seemed almost as if... he felt no pain. Either that, or he was aware of it but simply choosing to ignore it. His mind was elsewhere, and his heart rate had quickened at an extreme pace, his body was undoubtably still consumed by the adrenaline of the confrontation they'd both just barely scraped through moments ago.
His eyes darted cautiously over the young girl hanging in a critical position within his arms and his throat tightened at the sight once again, his racing heart begging him to look away as the remainder of his subconscious struggled to convince him he had to keep his eye on her, just to make sure she wasn't in any fatal condition. He grimaced as he stared back at her face, the wind lashing her hair over her tightly locked blue eye. He silently pleaded for some sign of life to reappear in them once more. For them to slowly flicker open so he could feel himself melting in her alluring gaze once more.
But it didn’t look like she would be waking from this state any time soon. From what he could see, she looked to be unconscious, the gentle rising and falling of breath escaping her body seemed to be the only thing reassuring him that she would be okay. He wasn't going to take any chances. The nineteen year old male tightened his grip on the web he'd spun from his right forearm, as his unruly dark hair flickered wildly over his dark eyes, which glanced across the dark night sky in uncertainty. He once more secured his grip on the girl he held within his free arm, making sure he was still holding her gently, but still firmly enough that he wouldn't lose his grip on her.
He'd lost a lot of blood already from the fight and continued to grow weaker by the second, but he didn't dare let it get to him. He had to make it. If he gave in, if he failed, the result would be disasterous for the both of them. If worse came to wose, he didn’t think he’d be able to live with holding the responsibilty of someone else’s life on his conscious. Particularly the life of the person he cared most about in the world.
Luckily, Lewis' determination remained enough to fuel him the remainder of the way and it wasn’t much longer before he slowly was making his descent towards the ground . It was late, he checked his watch (which had stopped) which read 11:14 pm. How long ago was that? Lewis thought, straining his memory to try and get a clear mental vision of what had taken place moments ago.
But it was hopeless, everything just seemed to be a blur. He replayed each specific detail, that he could clearly recall, through his head over and over. Each moment rolling by him, some appearing slowly from undiscovered creases in the back of his mind, while others seem to flash by him, too fast to even decipher.
“We'd been out together” Lewis said alout to himself eventually. As the image of Ash standing just across from him, her hand locked gently in his as they trailed through the dark shadows of the night graced his mind once more. “And then...” he added, trailing off as he attempted to recall the events that followed.
They had appeared out of nowhere, attacking him from behind. There must have been at least four or five of them, but Lewis still wasn't one hundred percent sure. It had all happened so suddenly, and the darkness of the alley they'd been unfortunate enough to find themselves dragged into, blended almost perfectly with the dully coloured uniforms of the clansmen. Making it incredibly difficult to for the naked human eye to differentiate between the two.
By the time he finally summoned the power of his dragon vision, and had a clear sight of what was going on. It was too late for him to even cover his face up from the punishment it was about to receive.
Lewis groaned as his mind shuddered at the recollection of the thick Huntsclan staff crashing solidly into his skull with a sickening thud. He still couldn't decide what was more painful, the feel of the hard, callous weapon wrapping relentlessly around his skull, or the slow realization that he was now (most likely) out of the picture and Ash was now left to fend for herself.
He couldn't summon the remaining information that was missing though. All he knew was that he'd eventually managed to pull himself back to his feet and regain the strength in his body with perferct timing. After having gradually recovered from the damage his own body had undergone he was able to fend off the remaining Huntsclan surrounding Ash with great difficulty (emphasising the words 'great difficulty' as much as possible), before his fears were realized.
Which led him to where he was now. His strength slowly draining, as he held Ash in his arms and sailed peacefully over the few oblivious pedestrians and motorists of the evening beneath their airbourne feet. He didn't know what was wrong with Ash or what had happened to her, after having been half unconscious throughout most of the time she'd been in peril. But he had an imagination, and it didn't take much to realize what (or more accurately, who) had caused the injuries. His body was consumed with concern though, for he still didn't know what length the Huntsclan had gone to (or attempted to go to) to half their way with Ash. Had this just been some kind of warning attack or had those men actual had the orders and intentions to kill her?
Lewis shock his head, fighting the thought from his mind and focusing at the task currently at hand. He felt like he'd been flying for over an hour; and due to his growing exhaustion and lack of sufficient naviagtion, that probably wasn't as inaccurate of a guess as he first thought. He eventually felt relief flow through a minority of his body as he spotted the building he was looking for, clustered in between the towering, faceless skyscrapers surrounding it. He lowered himself to the ground at a gradual pace, still trying to keep a firm but in no way discomforting hold upon Ash as she lay motionless in his arms.
After finding himself standing upon his own two feet once again, he broke out into a run heading over to the medical complex he'd finally found a few yards ahead of him. Within seconds he burst through the front door.
“Help!” he cried, his voice appearing tired and husky. Which seemed to highlight the desperation fuelled in his tone even more “I need help over here!” he continued, as he spilled further into the entrance, his eyes glancing across the vincinity for any form of possible aid.
It was a strange feeling at that moment as paramedics heard his cry and began flooding in his direction, helping him carefully lower Ash onto a stretcher. In all the times Lewis had gone to the hospital in the past it had always been a slow, dull process. Filling out forms and stuffing mindlessly around waiting rooms. Yet, now that he was in a critical condition, a potential life or death situation, everything seemed to just rush by so fast.
Ash was admitted almost immediately and it wasn't long before he found himself slumped anxiously in a chair across from her bed, watching over her with every passing moment. Lewis had tried his best to deny every form of assistance the paramedics offered him, stating time and time again that all he wanted to do was be with his girlfriend. But eventually, he gave in and allowed the Paramedics to clean and wrap his wounds after they claimed that it was 'the least' they could do.
Lewis was glad to be a cooperative participant in this however, knowing that the sooner they had it done, the sooner he'd be free to head to Ash’s room.
His head had been firmly wrapped by a roll of gauze, which trailed around the unruly hair upon the back of his head and across the formerly seeping wound upon his forehead, and his other cuts and wounds were dealt with as well. But it turned out, most of the trauma he’d felt himself going through over a span of the past few hours was more psychological and emotional than it was physical. He was mainly just in a state of shock from what had happened, which had caused a number of the muscles in his body to react negatively, spasming and straining.
But they’d manage to heal in time, especially after he’d taken a moment to relax and sit down once he knew Ash was okay. All the fears and self doubt he’d held within his subconscious seemed to completely dissapear as he watched Ash lying peacefully upon the hospital bed. The luminous light of the stars burning brightly through the window across from her falling over the semi darkness of the room.
But something was wrong. At that very moment Lewis could sense the ever consuming feeling of fear and inner anguish returning to Ash as she lay before him. He could feel her starting to shake slightly, her face burning up and he breath coming out in a very uneven pattern.
He could tell she must’ve regained consciousness, even though she wasn’t looking in his direction and he didn’t have a clear view of her face. She’d obviously woken up, thought back to the last thing she could remember (which must’ve been the fact that the Huntsclan had just attacked Lewis and herself) and feared the worst when she realized she didn’t know where she was.
Lewis almost began to panic, but he knew he had to be strong for her. After what had just happened she would be just as psychological scared as Lewis was (if not, more than) and if he showed any signs of fear it wasn’t going to help. Swallowing, and doing his best to maintain his composure he calmly reached forward and touched Ash’s hand. He took it gently in his, not moving too swiftly or unexpectedly in case Ash was still in a similar state of shock to him and feared that his grasp was someone’s attempt to attack her.
“It's okay Ash,” as he felt her grip on his hand tighten “I'm here now, shh.”
He pulled himself closer to her bed, leaning over her and gently cupping her cheek. He turned her to face him, hoping that her knowing of his presence would help bring her slowly to her senses. He saw her eyes fill with realization and contentment as she gently nuzzled her face against his hand. He gently ran his thumb over a bead of sweat (or possibly a tear, he wasn’t sure) trailling down her face, whipping it away and stroking his fingertips down her face once more.
“This is all my fault Ash,” he continued guiltily, his gaze not leaving her eyes as he reassured everything was okay, making certain that any last feelings of doubt or fear had finally left her body
“I’m sorry… I swear I won’t ever let this happen to you again.“
“Lewis!” Ash suddenly exclaimed after awhile. Sitting up and glancing over him “You're a mess! How long have you been here for?”
“Only a couple of hours,” he replied sheepishly, his eyes still not moving from hers.
“Aren't you tired?” she asked, eyeing him with a concerned look in her gaze. He found it strange that she seemed more worried about him than she did himself.
“Exhausted.” he replied simply, lending her a faint smile “But I’m feeling a lot better now that I know you’re okay.”
“I can see that,” Ash said with a laugh, as Lewis stiffled a yawn and arched his back slightly, stretching. He grinned sheepishly, before placing his hand back in hers once more. He pulled the chair he was sitting in closer to her bed, allowing her to
“You should go home,” she said eventually, her eyes now focused upon their locked hands.
“Probably,” Lewis replied, stroking his hand through her hair absent-mindedly “But I’d rather stay here with you.”
“But look at you!” Ash said in protest “You look like you’re struggling to stay awake. You need to rest too.”
“I’m fine,” Lewis replied stubbornly. Turning his head away and feeling guilty for what had happened once again “You’re the one who came out worse. I should be worrying about you, not the other way around.” And I have been. After all, it was pretty much all my fault… he thought quietly.
“Lewis,” Ash groaned, as she reached her hand to the back of his neck and turned him to face her. She pulled herself as close to him as her current state would allow, before gently touching his lips against his. She felt his hand gently run down to the small of her back pulling her closer towards him as the passion of the kiss increased, and she responded by entangling her hand into his thick, dark hair.
“Please just do it for me,” she whispered against his lips, looking pleadingly in his eyes as she pulled away slightly. She couldn’t help but grin involunterarily at Lewis’ blank, slightly stunned expression. He smirked in response before replying.
“Alright, I’ll go…” he said, stroking a stray lock of hair from Ash’s eyes, before slipping in again to brush his lips gently against hers. “But on one condition.”
“And what would that be?” she asked, raising her eyebrow.
“Don't ever scare me like that again...”
So yeah, what did you think?
song (c) Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Ash (c) helena.
Lewis (c) Me.
I had intended for it to be a songfic originally but after realizing in recent days that I've really gotten over songfics and writing them, I thought I would just stick with writing it as a regular story but include a couple of lines to the song at the opening.
Anyway, I hope you guys like it! I know it's kinda crap right now, but I might rewrite it and put it in further detail later if I
I'm also currently working on "We Don't Care Anymore" and STNFW so expect to see updates for them sometime in the next year hopefully. XD jk
Please R&R! :D
Oh yeah and Ash+Lewis are 3 years older than normal in this fic. So Lewis's like 19 and Ash is 17 or something along those lines. XD
Your Guardian Angel
I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven
[/i]I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven
- Your Guardian Angel (The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus)[/center]
His arms were scratched and heavily brushed, as thick streams of blood ran from the abrasion upon his forehead, spilling over the slender frame slung lifelessly within his weakening arms. At that moment, it seemed as though his body was so consumed by adrenaline and preoccupied by the crucial situation that he was... Better yet, they were now facing. It seemed almost as if... he felt no pain. Either that, or he was aware of it but simply choosing to ignore it. His mind was elsewhere, and his heart rate had quickened at an extreme pace, his body was undoubtably still consumed by the adrenaline of the confrontation they'd both just barely scraped through moments ago.
His eyes darted cautiously over the young girl hanging in a critical position within his arms and his throat tightened at the sight once again, his racing heart begging him to look away as the remainder of his subconscious struggled to convince him he had to keep his eye on her, just to make sure she wasn't in any fatal condition. He grimaced as he stared back at her face, the wind lashing her hair over her tightly locked blue eye. He silently pleaded for some sign of life to reappear in them once more. For them to slowly flicker open so he could feel himself melting in her alluring gaze once more.
But it didn’t look like she would be waking from this state any time soon. From what he could see, she looked to be unconscious, the gentle rising and falling of breath escaping her body seemed to be the only thing reassuring him that she would be okay. He wasn't going to take any chances. The nineteen year old male tightened his grip on the web he'd spun from his right forearm, as his unruly dark hair flickered wildly over his dark eyes, which glanced across the dark night sky in uncertainty. He once more secured his grip on the girl he held within his free arm, making sure he was still holding her gently, but still firmly enough that he wouldn't lose his grip on her.
He'd lost a lot of blood already from the fight and continued to grow weaker by the second, but he didn't dare let it get to him. He had to make it. If he gave in, if he failed, the result would be disasterous for the both of them. If worse came to wose, he didn’t think he’d be able to live with holding the responsibilty of someone else’s life on his conscious. Particularly the life of the person he cared most about in the world.
Luckily, Lewis' determination remained enough to fuel him the remainder of the way and it wasn’t much longer before he slowly was making his descent towards the ground . It was late, he checked his watch (which had stopped) which read 11:14 pm. How long ago was that? Lewis thought, straining his memory to try and get a clear mental vision of what had taken place moments ago.
But it was hopeless, everything just seemed to be a blur. He replayed each specific detail, that he could clearly recall, through his head over and over. Each moment rolling by him, some appearing slowly from undiscovered creases in the back of his mind, while others seem to flash by him, too fast to even decipher.
“We'd been out together” Lewis said alout to himself eventually. As the image of Ash standing just across from him, her hand locked gently in his as they trailed through the dark shadows of the night graced his mind once more. “And then...” he added, trailing off as he attempted to recall the events that followed.
They had appeared out of nowhere, attacking him from behind. There must have been at least four or five of them, but Lewis still wasn't one hundred percent sure. It had all happened so suddenly, and the darkness of the alley they'd been unfortunate enough to find themselves dragged into, blended almost perfectly with the dully coloured uniforms of the clansmen. Making it incredibly difficult to for the naked human eye to differentiate between the two.
By the time he finally summoned the power of his dragon vision, and had a clear sight of what was going on. It was too late for him to even cover his face up from the punishment it was about to receive.
Lewis groaned as his mind shuddered at the recollection of the thick Huntsclan staff crashing solidly into his skull with a sickening thud. He still couldn't decide what was more painful, the feel of the hard, callous weapon wrapping relentlessly around his skull, or the slow realization that he was now (most likely) out of the picture and Ash was now left to fend for herself.
He couldn't summon the remaining information that was missing though. All he knew was that he'd eventually managed to pull himself back to his feet and regain the strength in his body with perferct timing. After having gradually recovered from the damage his own body had undergone he was able to fend off the remaining Huntsclan surrounding Ash with great difficulty (emphasising the words 'great difficulty' as much as possible), before his fears were realized.
Which led him to where he was now. His strength slowly draining, as he held Ash in his arms and sailed peacefully over the few oblivious pedestrians and motorists of the evening beneath their airbourne feet. He didn't know what was wrong with Ash or what had happened to her, after having been half unconscious throughout most of the time she'd been in peril. But he had an imagination, and it didn't take much to realize what (or more accurately, who) had caused the injuries. His body was consumed with concern though, for he still didn't know what length the Huntsclan had gone to (or attempted to go to) to half their way with Ash. Had this just been some kind of warning attack or had those men actual had the orders and intentions to kill her?
Lewis shock his head, fighting the thought from his mind and focusing at the task currently at hand. He felt like he'd been flying for over an hour; and due to his growing exhaustion and lack of sufficient naviagtion, that probably wasn't as inaccurate of a guess as he first thought. He eventually felt relief flow through a minority of his body as he spotted the building he was looking for, clustered in between the towering, faceless skyscrapers surrounding it. He lowered himself to the ground at a gradual pace, still trying to keep a firm but in no way discomforting hold upon Ash as she lay motionless in his arms.
After finding himself standing upon his own two feet once again, he broke out into a run heading over to the medical complex he'd finally found a few yards ahead of him. Within seconds he burst through the front door.
“Help!” he cried, his voice appearing tired and husky. Which seemed to highlight the desperation fuelled in his tone even more “I need help over here!” he continued, as he spilled further into the entrance, his eyes glancing across the vincinity for any form of possible aid.
It was a strange feeling at that moment as paramedics heard his cry and began flooding in his direction, helping him carefully lower Ash onto a stretcher. In all the times Lewis had gone to the hospital in the past it had always been a slow, dull process. Filling out forms and stuffing mindlessly around waiting rooms. Yet, now that he was in a critical condition, a potential life or death situation, everything seemed to just rush by so fast.
Ash was admitted almost immediately and it wasn't long before he found himself slumped anxiously in a chair across from her bed, watching over her with every passing moment. Lewis had tried his best to deny every form of assistance the paramedics offered him, stating time and time again that all he wanted to do was be with his girlfriend. But eventually, he gave in and allowed the Paramedics to clean and wrap his wounds after they claimed that it was 'the least' they could do.
Lewis was glad to be a cooperative participant in this however, knowing that the sooner they had it done, the sooner he'd be free to head to Ash’s room.
His head had been firmly wrapped by a roll of gauze, which trailed around the unruly hair upon the back of his head and across the formerly seeping wound upon his forehead, and his other cuts and wounds were dealt with as well. But it turned out, most of the trauma he’d felt himself going through over a span of the past few hours was more psychological and emotional than it was physical. He was mainly just in a state of shock from what had happened, which had caused a number of the muscles in his body to react negatively, spasming and straining.
But they’d manage to heal in time, especially after he’d taken a moment to relax and sit down once he knew Ash was okay. All the fears and self doubt he’d held within his subconscious seemed to completely dissapear as he watched Ash lying peacefully upon the hospital bed. The luminous light of the stars burning brightly through the window across from her falling over the semi darkness of the room.
But something was wrong. At that very moment Lewis could sense the ever consuming feeling of fear and inner anguish returning to Ash as she lay before him. He could feel her starting to shake slightly, her face burning up and he breath coming out in a very uneven pattern.
He could tell she must’ve regained consciousness, even though she wasn’t looking in his direction and he didn’t have a clear view of her face. She’d obviously woken up, thought back to the last thing she could remember (which must’ve been the fact that the Huntsclan had just attacked Lewis and herself) and feared the worst when she realized she didn’t know where she was.
Lewis almost began to panic, but he knew he had to be strong for her. After what had just happened she would be just as psychological scared as Lewis was (if not, more than) and if he showed any signs of fear it wasn’t going to help. Swallowing, and doing his best to maintain his composure he calmly reached forward and touched Ash’s hand. He took it gently in his, not moving too swiftly or unexpectedly in case Ash was still in a similar state of shock to him and feared that his grasp was someone’s attempt to attack her.
“It's okay Ash,” as he felt her grip on his hand tighten “I'm here now, shh.”
He pulled himself closer to her bed, leaning over her and gently cupping her cheek. He turned her to face him, hoping that her knowing of his presence would help bring her slowly to her senses. He saw her eyes fill with realization and contentment as she gently nuzzled her face against his hand. He gently ran his thumb over a bead of sweat (or possibly a tear, he wasn’t sure) trailling down her face, whipping it away and stroking his fingertips down her face once more.
“This is all my fault Ash,” he continued guiltily, his gaze not leaving her eyes as he reassured everything was okay, making certain that any last feelings of doubt or fear had finally left her body
“I’m sorry… I swear I won’t ever let this happen to you again.“
“Lewis!” Ash suddenly exclaimed after awhile. Sitting up and glancing over him “You're a mess! How long have you been here for?”
“Only a couple of hours,” he replied sheepishly, his eyes still not moving from hers.
“Aren't you tired?” she asked, eyeing him with a concerned look in her gaze. He found it strange that she seemed more worried about him than she did himself.
“Exhausted.” he replied simply, lending her a faint smile “But I’m feeling a lot better now that I know you’re okay.”
“I can see that,” Ash said with a laugh, as Lewis stiffled a yawn and arched his back slightly, stretching. He grinned sheepishly, before placing his hand back in hers once more. He pulled the chair he was sitting in closer to her bed, allowing her to
“You should go home,” she said eventually, her eyes now focused upon their locked hands.
“Probably,” Lewis replied, stroking his hand through her hair absent-mindedly “But I’d rather stay here with you.”
“But look at you!” Ash said in protest “You look like you’re struggling to stay awake. You need to rest too.”
“I’m fine,” Lewis replied stubbornly. Turning his head away and feeling guilty for what had happened once again “You’re the one who came out worse. I should be worrying about you, not the other way around.” And I have been. After all, it was pretty much all my fault… he thought quietly.
“Lewis,” Ash groaned, as she reached her hand to the back of his neck and turned him to face her. She pulled herself as close to him as her current state would allow, before gently touching his lips against his. She felt his hand gently run down to the small of her back pulling her closer towards him as the passion of the kiss increased, and she responded by entangling her hand into his thick, dark hair.
“Please just do it for me,” she whispered against his lips, looking pleadingly in his eyes as she pulled away slightly. She couldn’t help but grin involunterarily at Lewis’ blank, slightly stunned expression. He smirked in response before replying.
“Alright, I’ll go…” he said, stroking a stray lock of hair from Ash’s eyes, before slipping in again to brush his lips gently against hers. “But on one condition.”
“And what would that be?” she asked, raising her eyebrow.
“Don't ever scare me like that again...”
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So yeah, what did you think?
song (c) Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Ash (c) helena.
Lewis (c) Me.