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In My Time of Dying
0 ReviewsThey don't trick themselves into thinking it means anything, they don't even try. Michael/Mahone. Songfic.
Author's Note: Song fic to Three Days Grace 'Time of Dying'
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They aren't stupid, either of them. They don't trick themselves into thinking it means anything, they don't even try. They both know there could never, never be anything but hate between them. They just need something - anything - to get by. It helps push away the constant fear and worry, it gives them something else to focus on, something rough and raw, something real. Because this hell on earth could seem so unreal at times, like a bad dream, a nightmare.
On the ground I lay
Motionless in pain
I can see my life flashing before my eyes
And if they believed that - believed the dream - then they'd stop fighting, they'd give in to that constant impulse to just let the situation take control and wait for the moment they woke up, safe and warm, with their loved ones. But they know it's not a dream and they won't wake up with their respective ladies wrapped in their arms, so they'll do anything to make sure they don't lose themselves in that all-too-often tempting impulse.
Did I fall asleep?
Is this all a dream
Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare
Alex needs it more than Michael, and they both know that too. Michael has a purpose, has a drive that is bigger and stronger than Alex's. Michael has a nephew to save and a lover to avenge, has a brother to get back to and a life to resume. Alex has nothing. He never entertained the idea that he could get back with Pam, that they could be a happy family again, not since setting foot inside Sona. He has no job to reclaim, no home to go back to, nothing to help him focus on something other than the dust and blood and sweat.
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you're beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
In my time of dying
Alex knows that he isn't actually needed in the break out, and that Michael could leave Alex behind at the last minute if he really wanted to and then he'd be stuck here forever. So he needs this ... this thing - whatever it is - that they have because it's that or the heroin and he doesn't want to go back there again. Sometimes he can't help but wonder why.
On this bed I lay
Losing everything
I can see my life passing me by
They don't mention it, don't say a word about it, and never will. Even when they're doing it - pushed against graffiti-covered walls, hidden in shadows with used needles crushed beneath their feet as they exchange hot, frantic kisses - they don't say a word because what is there to say? They're doing what they need to in order to get by, doing whatever it takes to avoid the dream, and that's all there is to it.
Was it all too much
Or just not enough
Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare
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They aren't stupid, either of them. They don't trick themselves into thinking it means anything, they don't even try. They both know there could never, never be anything but hate between them. They just need something - anything - to get by. It helps push away the constant fear and worry, it gives them something else to focus on, something rough and raw, something real. Because this hell on earth could seem so unreal at times, like a bad dream, a nightmare.
On the ground I lay
Motionless in pain
I can see my life flashing before my eyes
And if they believed that - believed the dream - then they'd stop fighting, they'd give in to that constant impulse to just let the situation take control and wait for the moment they woke up, safe and warm, with their loved ones. But they know it's not a dream and they won't wake up with their respective ladies wrapped in their arms, so they'll do anything to make sure they don't lose themselves in that all-too-often tempting impulse.
Did I fall asleep?
Is this all a dream
Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare
Alex needs it more than Michael, and they both know that too. Michael has a purpose, has a drive that is bigger and stronger than Alex's. Michael has a nephew to save and a lover to avenge, has a brother to get back to and a life to resume. Alex has nothing. He never entertained the idea that he could get back with Pam, that they could be a happy family again, not since setting foot inside Sona. He has no job to reclaim, no home to go back to, nothing to help him focus on something other than the dust and blood and sweat.
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you're beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
In my time of dying
Alex knows that he isn't actually needed in the break out, and that Michael could leave Alex behind at the last minute if he really wanted to and then he'd be stuck here forever. So he needs this ... this thing - whatever it is - that they have because it's that or the heroin and he doesn't want to go back there again. Sometimes he can't help but wonder why.
On this bed I lay
Losing everything
I can see my life passing me by
They don't mention it, don't say a word about it, and never will. Even when they're doing it - pushed against graffiti-covered walls, hidden in shadows with used needles crushed beneath their feet as they exchange hot, frantic kisses - they don't say a word because what is there to say? They're doing what they need to in order to get by, doing whatever it takes to avoid the dream, and that's all there is to it.
Was it all too much
Or just not enough
Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare
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