Charlie: The Aftermath
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wolfanficsTitle: Aftermath
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: AUSComedy
Characters: Adam Hills, Hamish Blake, Charles Firth, Andrew Hansen
Pairings: Adam/Hamish, Charles/Andrew, implied Charles/Julian
Word Count: 1,177
Warnings: angst, grief, death.
Rating: FRM-ish.
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author's Notes/Summary: Follow-up from Charlie. An epilogue of sorts. Adam's, Hamish's, Charles' and Andrew's POVs. I’m not sure if this is the ending I was looking for, but it’s an ending, of sorts. Feel free to hate this, because I hate it too. Bad Charles for lumping this on me out of nowhere. But at least it finally has some sort of closure, if you can call it that.
The original Charlie fic can be found here, in case you haven't read it. You might want to read that before you read this. ;)
Aftermath
Charles:
“Charles? Charles, wake up! Is he alright? I came as quickly as I could.”
Swimming in the blackness, his voice drifts to me like some distant dream. I know his voice. Andrew. The one who made me what I am. I try to open my eyes, or move, just to touch him again, but everything feels numb. I can’t move. I’m reaching for him, but he seems so far away.
Master never let me see Andrew after he bought me. I was forbidden to talk to him, not even at our poker matches. There were times I wished Andrew had never sold me. I loved him more than I could say. He had a way of moulding you into a slave that didn’t make you feel like you were worth nothing. You loved him and he loved you back.
“How did you now where to come?” Another voice. Adam, I think.
“Charles? God, I’m so worried. He isn’t waking up. Chas called me, told me what had happened. I had to come.” Andrew again.
“Should we take him to hospital? He really isn’t looking too good.” That must be Hamish.
I try to move, to wake, to reach for Andrew, but I can’t. Can’t move. Body won’t obey. I’m screaming for Andrew in my mind, but he’s not answering. I can’t reach him. Everything falls away, their voices blur into formless noise, and that’s when it ends. I haven’t the strength to hang on anymore, not even for Andrew. I let the mindless current take me away.
Goodbye, Andrew. I love you.
Andrew:
The last time we played poker, I knew something was wrong. I could see it by the way Julian acted towards him. I just wish I’d done something. I could see Chas was concerned because he knew he was next. Charles was about to be replaced, and I’m not sure he realised it. Chas was scared Julian would do exactly the same thing to him, and that whatever fate Charles suffered, he’d probably suffer it too when Julian got bored with him.
I’d regretted selling Charles to Julian almost as soon as I’d done it. But there was no going back. You can’t change your mind and buy a slave back, not after what Julian had done to him in that first week.
So when Chas called and said Julian had stormed out of the house, looking for Charles, I froze. Chas explained as best he could, and the more he said, the more desperate I was to find him. I just hoped I was in time to save him.
Julian was gone by the time I arrived. There was Charles, slumped against the wall, beaten to a bloody pulp. I wondered if this was how his life would end. I rushed over to him, grabbed him in my arms, trying to rouse him. He wasn’t waking up. I was so worried. I was terrified he wouldn’t wake up and he’d die in my arms.
He was bleeding. I figured Julian had bashed him before he left. Adam said as much. He was so pale. I tried to feel for a pulse, but it was so weak, and I knew I was losing him. I called to him, tried to pull him out of this, but I wasn’t confident I’d succeed.
When he stopped breathing, I just- I knew it was all over. I couldn’t save him. I held him close to me, kissed his cold lips, couldn’t stop my grief. I’d failed him. I sold him into this life. His death was all my fault. I doubt I’ll ever grieve for anyone as much as I’ll grieve for him. He was my angel, the first slave I ever moulded. And now he was dead. I couldn’t let go of him. Adam and Hamish had to pry me away from him when they came to take him away.
My world collapsed then. I can’t forgive Julian for what he’s done, for taking my Charlie away. This is the end.
Adam:
If I’d known we were going to lose him, maybe I’d have acted faster, gotten him the help he really deserved instead of keeping him here. But I was scared of pushing him too far so I agreed to his request to not go to hospital. I didn’t need to see him stop breathing to know we were too late. Hamish was mid-call to the ambulance when he died. He just… stopped breathing. He just gave up. Andrew was distraught. I knew they were close, or had been in the past.
“Adam, is he?”
“Yeah. It’s over. I hope he’s found peace, wherever he is.”
“Oh, God. We should’ve – if we’d only-”
“It’s over, Hamish. Tell them they’re too late.”
Hamish clutched onto me. I sat back, gazing absentmindedly at Andrew and Charles, holding Hamish tightly. I was too shocked to form any kind of anger. That would come later. Hamish needed me to be strong now. Andrew needed me.
When Andrew kissed him, that was the trigger for my own grief. We had been so close to saving him and we couldn’t do anything to stop this. The helplessness killed me, so to speak.
Hamish:
I’d never seen anyone die before. I mean, actually die. Funerals are one thing, but watching Andrew trying to bring him back, and Charles just fading away… It was heartbreaking. The sound Andrew made when he died was anguish. I wasn’t sure why Andrew was so concerned about him. Adam hadn’t told me why. I suppose there hadn’t been any time.
I was shocked more than anything. Charles was dead. He died in front of my eyes. I saw him. Andrew was holding onto him, calling to him, and I was trying to tell the hospital what had happened and I just couldn’t speak. I could hear her talking to me, trying to get any information out of me, trying to help, but my voice just didn’t want to work.
“I think he’s dead,” was the best I could manage.
It’s all I really remember. Everything’s a blur. I just remember grabbing onto Adam, wishing this was a bad nightmare I’d wake up from. My gaze was fixed on Charles. His skin was so pale. There was blood everywhere. It’s not nice being confronted with such a violent death.
Andrew wouldn’t let go of him. I was surprised and touched at how much he seemed to care about him. I’d gathered from Adam that Charles hadn’t had someone show him much kindness for several years. I decided then that I didn’t like this world, this world of slaves and Masters and violence and rules. If this is the end result, no way. There is no way I’m letting this world enter my life with Adam. I may not have known Charles very well, but no way. I’m not willing to risk it anymore. I don’t want him turning into Julian. Life is too precious for that, and Adam’s too beautiful to let anything happen to him.
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: AUSComedy
Characters: Adam Hills, Hamish Blake, Charles Firth, Andrew Hansen
Pairings: Adam/Hamish, Charles/Andrew, implied Charles/Julian
Word Count: 1,177
Warnings: angst, grief, death.
Rating: FRM-ish.
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author's Notes/Summary: Follow-up from Charlie. An epilogue of sorts. Adam's, Hamish's, Charles' and Andrew's POVs. I’m not sure if this is the ending I was looking for, but it’s an ending, of sorts. Feel free to hate this, because I hate it too. Bad Charles for lumping this on me out of nowhere. But at least it finally has some sort of closure, if you can call it that.
The original Charlie fic can be found here, in case you haven't read it. You might want to read that before you read this. ;)
Aftermath
Charles:
“Charles? Charles, wake up! Is he alright? I came as quickly as I could.”
Swimming in the blackness, his voice drifts to me like some distant dream. I know his voice. Andrew. The one who made me what I am. I try to open my eyes, or move, just to touch him again, but everything feels numb. I can’t move. I’m reaching for him, but he seems so far away.
Master never let me see Andrew after he bought me. I was forbidden to talk to him, not even at our poker matches. There were times I wished Andrew had never sold me. I loved him more than I could say. He had a way of moulding you into a slave that didn’t make you feel like you were worth nothing. You loved him and he loved you back.
“How did you now where to come?” Another voice. Adam, I think.
“Charles? God, I’m so worried. He isn’t waking up. Chas called me, told me what had happened. I had to come.” Andrew again.
“Should we take him to hospital? He really isn’t looking too good.” That must be Hamish.
I try to move, to wake, to reach for Andrew, but I can’t. Can’t move. Body won’t obey. I’m screaming for Andrew in my mind, but he’s not answering. I can’t reach him. Everything falls away, their voices blur into formless noise, and that’s when it ends. I haven’t the strength to hang on anymore, not even for Andrew. I let the mindless current take me away.
Goodbye, Andrew. I love you.
Andrew:
The last time we played poker, I knew something was wrong. I could see it by the way Julian acted towards him. I just wish I’d done something. I could see Chas was concerned because he knew he was next. Charles was about to be replaced, and I’m not sure he realised it. Chas was scared Julian would do exactly the same thing to him, and that whatever fate Charles suffered, he’d probably suffer it too when Julian got bored with him.
I’d regretted selling Charles to Julian almost as soon as I’d done it. But there was no going back. You can’t change your mind and buy a slave back, not after what Julian had done to him in that first week.
So when Chas called and said Julian had stormed out of the house, looking for Charles, I froze. Chas explained as best he could, and the more he said, the more desperate I was to find him. I just hoped I was in time to save him.
Julian was gone by the time I arrived. There was Charles, slumped against the wall, beaten to a bloody pulp. I wondered if this was how his life would end. I rushed over to him, grabbed him in my arms, trying to rouse him. He wasn’t waking up. I was so worried. I was terrified he wouldn’t wake up and he’d die in my arms.
He was bleeding. I figured Julian had bashed him before he left. Adam said as much. He was so pale. I tried to feel for a pulse, but it was so weak, and I knew I was losing him. I called to him, tried to pull him out of this, but I wasn’t confident I’d succeed.
When he stopped breathing, I just- I knew it was all over. I couldn’t save him. I held him close to me, kissed his cold lips, couldn’t stop my grief. I’d failed him. I sold him into this life. His death was all my fault. I doubt I’ll ever grieve for anyone as much as I’ll grieve for him. He was my angel, the first slave I ever moulded. And now he was dead. I couldn’t let go of him. Adam and Hamish had to pry me away from him when they came to take him away.
My world collapsed then. I can’t forgive Julian for what he’s done, for taking my Charlie away. This is the end.
Adam:
If I’d known we were going to lose him, maybe I’d have acted faster, gotten him the help he really deserved instead of keeping him here. But I was scared of pushing him too far so I agreed to his request to not go to hospital. I didn’t need to see him stop breathing to know we were too late. Hamish was mid-call to the ambulance when he died. He just… stopped breathing. He just gave up. Andrew was distraught. I knew they were close, or had been in the past.
“Adam, is he?”
“Yeah. It’s over. I hope he’s found peace, wherever he is.”
“Oh, God. We should’ve – if we’d only-”
“It’s over, Hamish. Tell them they’re too late.”
Hamish clutched onto me. I sat back, gazing absentmindedly at Andrew and Charles, holding Hamish tightly. I was too shocked to form any kind of anger. That would come later. Hamish needed me to be strong now. Andrew needed me.
When Andrew kissed him, that was the trigger for my own grief. We had been so close to saving him and we couldn’t do anything to stop this. The helplessness killed me, so to speak.
Hamish:
I’d never seen anyone die before. I mean, actually die. Funerals are one thing, but watching Andrew trying to bring him back, and Charles just fading away… It was heartbreaking. The sound Andrew made when he died was anguish. I wasn’t sure why Andrew was so concerned about him. Adam hadn’t told me why. I suppose there hadn’t been any time.
I was shocked more than anything. Charles was dead. He died in front of my eyes. I saw him. Andrew was holding onto him, calling to him, and I was trying to tell the hospital what had happened and I just couldn’t speak. I could hear her talking to me, trying to get any information out of me, trying to help, but my voice just didn’t want to work.
“I think he’s dead,” was the best I could manage.
It’s all I really remember. Everything’s a blur. I just remember grabbing onto Adam, wishing this was a bad nightmare I’d wake up from. My gaze was fixed on Charles. His skin was so pale. There was blood everywhere. It’s not nice being confronted with such a violent death.
Andrew wouldn’t let go of him. I was surprised and touched at how much he seemed to care about him. I’d gathered from Adam that Charles hadn’t had someone show him much kindness for several years. I decided then that I didn’t like this world, this world of slaves and Masters and violence and rules. If this is the end result, no way. There is no way I’m letting this world enter my life with Adam. I may not have known Charles very well, but no way. I’m not willing to risk it anymore. I don’t want him turning into Julian. Life is too precious for that, and Adam’s too beautiful to let anything happen to him.
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Date: 2007-06-10 06:23 am (UTC)I... can't remember. The SBS site isn't being helpful either. I can't even remember when it's starting. XD
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Date: 2007-06-10 07:31 am (UTC)I think it was on last Wednesday, at 8pm.
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Date: 2007-06-10 07:34 am (UTC)Wednesday at 8pm? Damn. That's when The New Inventors is on. :( Bugger. Why must all the good TV be on Wednesday night? *pouts*
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Date: 2007-06-11 02:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-06-11 05:13 am (UTC)I love the Friday one because I get Lateline + Chaser + jtv + rage. :D I'm set for hours. XD
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Date: 2007-06-11 05:24 am (UTC)Isn't Chris sometimes on jtv? because i'd watch it, if he was :)
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Date: 2007-06-11 07:18 am (UTC)Yeah, he is sometimes. I saw him last week with Craig and Robbie. :D
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Date: 2007-06-13 07:33 am (UTC)Really? I must start watching it, then!
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Date: 2007-06-13 07:36 am (UTC)Yeah, I saw Chas a few weeks back as well. XD
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Date: 2007-06-13 10:25 am (UTC)Oh, Chas too? Now I REALLY have to watch it!
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Date: 2007-06-13 10:58 am (UTC)Yeah, in his Starship Prepsterous outfit. XD So cute! XD Nice little cameo there.
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Date: 2007-06-14 11:32 am (UTC)Oh, I love those outfits. So B-grade sci-fi movie-ish. Hehehe XD
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Date: 2007-06-14 11:49 am (UTC)Hehe, they were way awesome. XD
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Date: 2007-06-16 09:50 am (UTC)Oooh, Chris had a brief cameo last night! In a checked shirt, as well :)
Oh my god, I never realised how HOT Robbie Buck is!
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Date: 2007-06-16 09:53 am (UTC)Aye, I squeed at the green checks and glasses. I'm turning into a Chris fangirl. XD
Oh my Gods yes. Robbie = SEX.
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Date: 2007-06-17 02:19 am (UTC)I think I am too. Still mainly Andrew, but Chris in those checks, and those glasses, looks very nice :) have been spending too much time around
he is extremely cute :)
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Date: 2007-06-17 04:18 am (UTC)Hmm. It would take less time if I just burnt them onto CDs and sent them to you. XD
Hehe, you too are being infected with the checks and the glasses, aye? XD That
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Date: 2007-06-19 10:34 am (UTC)Yeah, probably :) I can't really afford to leave my internet running 24/7 for 12 days :)
i never thought I would be, but i am! It's all her fault, brainwashing me with checky glasses goodness!
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Date: 2007-06-19 10:54 am (UTC)I know, she's a bad influence, she is. XD
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Date: 2007-06-26 10:37 am (UTC)You are wonderful, and brilliant, and so so nice!*hugs*
As soon as I get my Hotmail back, i'll email you the address of my PO Box, if this offer still stands with you.
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Date: 2007-06-26 02:21 pm (UTC)