Dead. Dying'
By Kirina (KirinaJ@yahoo.com)
Fandom: Con Air (Duncan Malloy/Mark Simms)
Rating: PG15 m/m slash
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. No copyright infringement intended.
Timeframe: Set after the film
Notes: This was written late at night to get it out of my system. Accuracy 
goes to hell and I may well be the only one who saw slash potential in the film.
Summary: Malloy reflects on Simm's death. Angst.

'Dead. Dying' (KirinaJ@yahoo.com)


	Damn it! Damn the plane and every man on it. All I can feel is cold,
like there's an ice cave where my stomach used to be. So numb, I want to cry 
but I can't. I feel dead. He trusted me to protect him. I was his superior
officer, his friend, his lover. I killed him. when he got on that plane 
I told him that it would be alright, reassured him and he went. The gun got him 
killed and I gave him the gun. Lord help  me I didn't know. I thought I was 
looking out for him. I DIDN'T FUCKING KNOW!

	I had to tell his mother. She hadn't seen him in a while. She was a 
widow, Mark her only child. She was quiet when I told her, didn't say a word, 
just stared. I left her like that, all alone. As alone as I am. Let's face it 
I'm hardly Mr popular, Simms was the only true friend I had. More than that 
I loved him and for some unexplainable reason him loved me back.

	Can't believe all I'll ever have is the memories. All those nights spent
fucking in the back of my convertible. Hard, fast, animal, incredible sex, 
screaming into the night like wild beasts. All those 
sunrises spent making love, slow, gentle, hot sweat from our writhing bodies 
making him glow like some kind of fucking angel.

	Dead. Someone's going to pay for this. Someone has to pay for the way
I'm feeling. Dead, Dying.

Finis