Trigger warning: Mentions of suicide, violence

Andy didn't come home that night, and Remington didn't know what to think. There were countless possible reasons - he was kept at work late, he went out and forgot to tell him, his car broke down and he had to wait for the tow truck to turn up, or the one that Remington was so scared of. He had tried again to kill himself. Perhaps he had succeeded. 

The next morning, he was woken by loud banging on the front door, and he didn't even have to open it, because as soon as he turned the lock, it swung open and nearly knocked him to the ground. He stumbled back and coming towards him were two men in black suits. They both had guns. 

He didn't fight against them when they took him by his arms. He knew who they were. 

They weren't in the car for long, and when they pulled up outside a building, it was the registry office where he'd first seen Andy. One of the men in black suits grabbed his hand and pulled the ring from his finger, tucked it in a box that snapped shut. He pushed the box deep into his pocket and spoke for the first time. "Your marriage with Mister Biersack has been terminated," he said. "Biersack is unfit to be a husband. You will re-marry today." 

Terminated? Unfit? Wait, remarried? To who? Where's Andy? Is he dead? Where's Andy? Remington stared at his finger, where the ring had been. He wanted it back.

"You have an hour. Change into these clothes in the bathroom in that restaurant, get something for breakfast with this money-" the man pressed a twenty pound note to his chest - "and be back here by eleven. Understood?" 

He nodded quickly, took the money in his hand. He could run away. He could get on a bus and leave. But they were tracking him, they'd only kill him when they found him, and he didn't want to die. He wanted the ring back and he wanted to go home and for Andy to be there. 

In the restaurant, Remington ordered food but couldn't eat it, and in the bathroom as he was changing into the clothes provided, he started to cry, like he had done the last time. Only this was worse, because there was no way, surely no way, that he'd get lucky twice, that his new husband would be as kind as Andy was. He didn't know how to prepare himself, how to make himself step out of the restaurant, but he did it anyway. 

The wedding was much the same as last time, only it really wasn't. This man looked similar to Andy in that he was tall and slim and his face was symmetrical and his hair was black, but he looked nothing like Andy at all. On their wedding, Andy had been uneasy. He had looked almost in pain. 

This man did not.

There was a visible smile on his face and a look in his eyes that Remington couldn't distinguish. Something between lust and horrible horrible pride. Andy had never felt pride. Remington knew that now. He had thought at first that Andy was lying with all his apologies, but it was clear to him after all those months that he had never lied. Andy had hated himself for what he had done. 

This man did not.

This man loved himself for it, and for what was to come, and Remington could only do what he was told. Say, 'I do', let him push the ring onto his finger. He wasn't as gentle as Andy had been, and when it was his turn to slide the ring on, his hands were shaking, and this man was not patient. He audibly growled, took the ring and put it on himself. Remington wanted to grab one of their guns and shoot them all. 

After the wedding, he wasn't crying, but he was so frightened that when the man - his husband - stepped towards him, he took a step back. The man grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him close, said, "You're mine now," and all Remington could think in that moment was that he was Andy's. He was Andy's, and he wanted to stay being Andy's. He liked being Andy's. He didn't mind Andy calling him 'mine'. He secretly enjoyed it. When he didn't respond, the man gripped his jaw and said sharply, "Do you understand?" 

The grip made Remington's entire head hurt. "Yes," he said, and almost too late, "Sir. Yes, sir." 

"Good," the man spat, releasing him. 

His house was smaller than Andy's, and for some reason, that comforted Remington. He knew no one was capable of building a business like Andy had, and even if he would never see him again, he was grateful for knowing him while he had the chance. Their wedding, it had been a blessing in disguise. 

This one was just a fucking nightmare.