TRIGGER WARNING
There will be a shooting so be aware.

Brendon jumped out to see his fans, the people he adored just as much as his friends and family. "HOW YOU ALL DOIN' TONIGHT??!!" He called to the ocean of people in front if him, they all called back with happy screams. Making Brendon smile big.

He let out an amazing high note to excite the crowd which worked better then he imagined it. The base line for Don't Threated Me With A Good Time starting up and he started to sing.

"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT ALRIGHT!!" Brendon began sing his strongest soprano. He pushed his hair back already begining to sweat.

It was a high, being on this stage, seeing these people, the people that made him, him. The people who chose to stick by him even after all the loss, after all the change, after every single different sound. He owed them this, he owed his success to them. He owed his li-

Bang!

The crowds screams of joy and excitement turned into screams of fear and panic. The music comes to an abrupt stop, the world around him was dead silent now, no screams, no panic, no music.

Nothing.

Everyone began to run in every which direction. Everything in Brendon's mind turned black and fell
down,
down,
down,
into darkness. Nothing.

He was there for what seemed like years, it was a new emotion all on it's own, it wasn't pain, it wasn't joy, sadness, anger, nothing and everything all at once. It was everything he's ever felt all playing like an over laping slide show.

It was the most agonising yet painless experience. He wanted to pull out his brain and throw it away into a fire that burned hotter then all hell.

And then...

And then there was Ryan.

He was there in Brendon's nothing space.

Sitting on a log, peacefully playing a guitar and singing the lyrics to Across The Universe the only way he could. His voice sounded like his own, but altered to sound like he was singing in a different room, far away from Brendon, when in the reality of his brain, he was sitting right there in from of him, it sent chills down Brendon's spine.

He was exactly how he always pictured him, his same old scarf, hat, and smile, he was what he looked like in their 'Pretty Odd' era.

His face was young, full of life and his smile was warm and inviting. His hair perfect length, his fingers perfectly boney as they strummed the most gorgeous Jasmine he had ever seen.

This moment felt like déjà vu, he could have sworn this has happened to him before but he couldn't put a finger on exactly when, or what happened after, or even before.

"Hey handsome.." He said, looking at Brendon with a weak smile, pulling him out of his thoughts. Brendon broke into the happiest smile just from hearing his voice. "Ry?" He said softly, in a voice below a whisper. He was a glowing gold, like how movies express they're showing a flash back, or like he was an Angel.

Did Ryan die?

Did he, himself, die?

"Look at you, you grew." He smiled, his voice was smooth, as his hand caressing his cheek. "A-are we dead?" Brendon asked in a voice that was close to a whisper, Brendon couldn't find himself to speak any louder, in fact he was almost sure he wasn't speaking at all. "Not me, no, but you, I'm sorry my love, you are." He said. "And me?" He pulled away picking up a suit case with a similar glow. The log was gone, and the guitar was in a case that wasn't present before.

"I'm on my way out of your mind, I'm the last thing that was in your noggin, and your whole life just flashed before your eyes and I bet you can't even remember any of it." Brendon shook his head. "No, Ryan please don't leave me again, please, I can't do this without you anymore, I miss you." Brendon pleaded grabbing Ryan's arm.

"Hey let go!" Ryan yelled at him in a panicked tone. "NO! PLEASE! DON'T LEAVE ME!" Brendon sobbed pulling on Ryan harder and more aggressively as Ryan tried to fight it, trying to pull his arm away.

Ryan's eyes went wide as he stared off into the distance, no longer struggling, he was worried. Brendon had managed to hold on tight to Ryan, his head pressed close to his chest, he was content here.

"B-Bren?" Ryan choked, still looking off in the distance. "What?" Brendon said, looking up at him then behind him, where Ryan was pointing.

A white void growing larger and larger, dissolving the blackness. Where the floors where no longer floors and they were falling, falling but Brendon didn't care because be had Ryan. Where Ryan couldn't leave, and Brendon could keep him.

• • • •

"And he's back! God I'm so glad you're okay.." Brendon opened his eyes to see the world, a world he didn't quite recognize, full of people he couldn't exactly remember.

"Hey! How you feeling man?" It was Zack, Zack Hall, "Zack!" Brendon managed, there were two other guys and a girl all dressed in black. "W-what's going on?" Zack looked at him with a frown. He looked older, had fuller beared, and more mature.

"Why don't we fill you in, in a bit, how much do you remember?" Zack asked.

"Um, I was in a middle of a song and then I reached for Ry-.." The girl looked confused.

"Where's Ryan?" He asked looking around. "RYAN!" He yelled, begining to panic. "Hey, hey relax, nobody here's gonna hurt you. You're in the hospital!" Zack told him.

The heart monitor started to go crazy. He couldn't trust anyone, he wouldn't leave, or do anything unless he knew Ryan was safe. He wanted to see Ryan.

Physically.

Brendon quickly got up, standing on the bed ready to go down swinging if anything happened.

Everyone raised their hands to air in surrender, trying to get Brendon to relax. "Get me Ryan! I'm not leaving, or doing anything without Ryan!" Brendon yelled at them taking the tubes and needles off of him. The monitor flat lined and the nurses came rushing in.

"Mr. Urie! Get down right now?" He shook his head getting the IV bag pole and jabbing it at people, getting them to back off. "Get me Ryan! NOW!" He yelled, Zack left quickly.

It was too early for this shit.