Title: Wrong
By: sarcasticsra
Summary: The emptiness, the situation, the emotion – it's all so wrong.
Pairing: Nick/Bobby
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Character death.
A/N: Man, I've got no idea what's up with my muse and its "Everyone needs to HURT and feel PAIN" phase. Thanks for beta'ing, Kelly.

It was just so damn ironic.

Bitterly ironic, to be sure, but ironic nonetheless. He'd survived a stalker, being buried alive – all for what? To be killed, a year later, by a drunk driver.

Bobby roughly wiped the tears from his eyes as he sat in Nick's living room – their living room – and gazed around at his surroundings – the pictures, the TV, the couch and love seat, even the small pile of dirty clothes near the entrance to the hallway. It all felt so empty.

Just two days ago, they'd been sitting close together on this couch watching some bad movie and making fun of it with each other. It'd been casual, so heartbreakingly intimate, now that Bobby reflected. They'd been happy.

They hadn't expected, the next morning, that Nick would be blindsided by some stupid drunk on his way home from work. They hadn't expected Nick to end up in the ICU, barely hanging on, and finally, after prayers and hopes and wishes to no avail, succumbing to death. They just hadn't expected it.

It wasn't fair, Bobby thought angrily. He and Nick had only had a short time together. How could he be taken like this, their time together cut short? They were in the prime of their lives, supposed to have years and years left with each other. It wasn't – fucking – right.

Bobby sighed, closing his eyes, the anger, depression, and exhaustion welling up inside him. He didn't have the energy to care if he cried, for now. The emotion flowed through him, and all he could think was that if Nick were there, he wouldn't be crying.

But Nick wasn't there anymore. He was alone.

-End