(The continuation of Your Dignity! Anyways I have nothin else to say so enjoy!)

Dallon was paralyzed.

He couldn't move, he couldn't think, he couldn't speak, he couldn't do anything.

He sees tears form in Brendon's eyes and he watches as they run down his cheeks. The poor detective looked scared to death, his whole body trembling and his breath ragged.

"So? Chop, chop, Weekes. My patience is running thin," Samuel almost groans out.

Dallon opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out.

Brendon looks at Dallon with a pleading look but Dallon just can't do anything. He looks at his lap, his head hung.

"N-No.. D-Dall," Brendon whispers put, his voice small and weak.

"Pathetic. You might as well stop calling to him, clearly his pride means more than someone else's life, isn't that right Dallon?" Mr. Turner snarls out and he turns to smirk at Dallon.

Brendon lets out a whimper and he closes his eyes, tears still rolling down his cheeks.

"Cat got your tongue, Weekes?" Mr. Turner laughs and he presses the knife down a little more against Brendon's neck.

Dallon just shakes and he feels tears gather up in his own eyes.

He was supposed to be strong, he was supposed to protect people, not make them lose their lives because he can't do something as simple as speaking.

He was the well respected officer that supposedly knew how to get out of every situation no matter what it was. He wasn't supposed to be choking up on his own words seeing as his partners life is at stake.

If things went the way he wanted them to, they would've been out of this place already, and they'd both be alive.

If he had things his way, he would've woken up sooner and saved Brendon from being beaten up. He would've gotten them out of there before Mr. Turner and his gang had the chance to get back there.

If things had gone his way they wouldn't be in this situation at all.

But things didn't go his way, now did they?

Nope, they got screwed up somewhere and now here they were with the toughest cop tied to a chair, and the best detective on his knees begging for his life.

Things would have been so much simpler if they hadn't been paired up together or maybe it would've been better if Dallon actually talked to Brendon instead of ignoring him.

He remembers the detectives look when they were in the car, when Dallon had ignored him.

He looked so sad, honestly. All he was trying to do was lighten up the mood and at least maybe try and become friends with Dallon.

But Dallon screwed that up.

Instead of talking to Brendon he ignored him. He let his dignity get in the way of friendship and someone else's feelings.

Ever since Brendon had gotten the job Dallon almost envied him. It seemed as though every little thing the short, peppy man did was amazing. Everyone saw that too.

Everyone liked Brendon except Dallon. Dallon literally had no reason not to like the raven haired man, he was never rude and he was always trying to make others smile. But of course Dallon didn't see that. He mostly just saw competition.

Of course.

Instead of seeing the good, kind hearted person the young detective was, Dallon had to immediately push him aside.

Only when he realizes he can't breathe does he find out he's crying. He takes in a gasping breath, and he tries not to hyperventilate.

His shoulders shake and he hangs his head lower as tears just continuously roll down his cheeks.

He can hear Mr. Turner say something but he can't quite make out what he actually said.

Before he knows it, he's being forced to look up and at Brendon, who was now just shaking and looking at him with a petrified expression.

"Alright, since you failed to convince me that I should spare him, he's done for," Mr. Turner says, as he pulls up Brendon by the arms so that he's stood straight up on his knees, his chest out.

"If you can convince me before I'm finished counting down from 10, I might spare him," Samuel shrugs and he holds the knife to his side, "10, 9, 8.."

Dallon sits up a little more and once again he tries to speak, scream, yell, just something! And yet still nothing comes out.

"7, 6, 5.."

Come on Dallon, say something! Anything! Brendon's depending on you! His life is on the line and if you don't get it together he's going to be dead!

"4, 3..."

Come on Dallon! Get yourself together! Speak! Do you want Brendon to die?! Didn't think so! Now hurry up and say something before he-

"2, 1.."

Dallon's head snaps up as he hears a pained, blood curdling, scream. Brendon's scream.

Brendon was letting out pained cries, his eyes screwed shut. After a few seconds, he opens his eyes and looks down at his chest that now has a knifes blade sticking right through it.

Blood was slowly turning the area on his white button up red. Some of it was even dripping off the tip of the knife.

Mr. Turner just backs away from Brendon, a satisfied look on his face.

Dallon feels the rope that's tying him down be cut off completely and he's suddenly free. He drops to his knees in front of the chair just watching Brendon.

Mr. Turner and the two others walk out the door, leaving Dallon and Brendon alone.

Brendon glances up at Dallon and he smiles a very forced, pained smile before he falls onto his side.

Dallon immediately rushes forward and he stops beside Brendon, tears still rolling down his cheeks.

The shorter is curled up on his side, his face screwed up in pain, and his wound bleeding like crazy. Dallon quickly drops to his knees next to him.

Dallon slowly moves Brendon to where he can remove the knife from his chest as easily as possible. Brendon just lets him do it because what Dallon didn't know, was that Brendon trusted him and looked up to him.

Brendon wanted to be Dallon's friend honestly. He made himself the task of becoming friends with the tall man since he was already friends with everyone else.

He wanted to make Dallon happy and possibly give him a break because he always seemed so focused on his job.

Dallon's hands are shaking as he gently cradles Brendon in one of his arms, the other moving around to where the handle of the knife is.

Dallon carefully removes the knife from his chest and he sets it down behind him, his hands shaking violently. Brendon had let out a few whimpers in the process and Dallon felt horrible.

Brendon's wound was pretty deep, seeing as it had gone through his back and came out of his chest. Blood was surrounding the area of the wound and Brendon's button up was solid red in that spot. Around it, and presumably around the back, we're a few splatters of blood, some bigger and some smaller than others.

Dallon quickly shrugs off his uniform jacket and he presses it to Brendon's wound, applying pressure to it with his hands to try and stop the bleeding. But the bleeding doesn't stop, instead it just soaks into the fabric of Dallon's jacket and it continues flowing out of Brendon's stab wound.

Dallon was at this point panicking so much he didn't notice Brendon's expression. Brendon's eyes are focused on Dallon's face, a confused and concerned look on his own face.

"W-Wow, the b-brave D-Dallon Weekes is c-crying?"

Dallon just sobs a little more and shakes his head, his voice suddenly coming back to him.

"Shh.. d-don't talk, save your s-strength."

Brendon just laughs dryly and he leans up to caress Dallon's jaw. Dallon freezes but then he sort of relaxes with Brendon's gentle touch. Brendon just smiles a small smile and he rubs his thumb gently over Dallon's cheek to try and get the tall man to at least calm down a little bit.

"Dall, by the time help gets h-here I'll be g-gone," Brendon admits truthfully and he pauses before his eyes meet Dallon's once again, "It's not worth it, leave me here. I'll be alright, D-Dally."

Dallon's heart breaks a little at that. He wipes his eyes since his vision was now becoming blurry because of his tears.

He looks at Brendon again, and he notices the shorter now has a somewhat solemn expression on his face. His eyes aren't their bright chocolate color and his lips no longer display the smile that Dallon has come to love.

"Please don't say that.."

Dallon just presses down on his wound more, the bleeding still not stopping at all. He continues to look up at Brendon's face every now and then to make sure he's still with him.

His heart almost stops as he sees Brendon's eyes dull and his head loll to the side slightly.

"B-Bren n-no! Stay with me, p-please!"

Brendon just smiles at him and he places one of his hands on top of Dallon's.

"H-Hey Dall?"

"Y-Yes B-Bren? God, p-please stay with me."

"I love you."

After he speaks those three words Brendon's head falls back all the way and his eyes fully dull to a somewhat grey color.

Dallon's sobs get louder and he curls up a little beside him.

"N-NO! B-BRENDON PLEASE! I L-LOVE YOU T-TOO! I-I'M S-SORRY! I-I'm so f-fucking s-sorry.."

He puts his arms on Brendon's chest and he loudly sobs into them.

"B-Bren please.. w-wake up.. I l-love you t-too! So much.. we c-could be together! A-And live o-our lives together.. p-please wake up! Pl- lease.. p-please.."

His sobs echoed throughout the dark and quiet room.

Why didn't he do something?!

Why did Mr. Turner want him so badly?! Why couldn't Dallon have died in his place? Brendon didn't deserve this, not one bit.

He was only the fun loving, kind hearted, selfless detective that everyone loved. He didn't deserve to die. He didn't deserve to die because Dallon didn't do anything.

He still has such a life to live, and yet here he was, his eyes dull, and his heart unmoving.

If only Dallon had done something, anything!

If only he didn't push him aside all these years, if only he had talked to him! He could've saved him! He wouldn't be dead right now. If only he hadn't denied his feelings for the raven haired man..

If only his dignity hadn't gotten in the way of a relationship with a wonderful person..

If only..

(I- yeah.. uh, wooo.. ahem anyways.. hope you enjoyed..? Heh..
                                -xXCollarFullXx)