Twenty-one Guns (Casey/Zeke) PG-13
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moit_ficsTitle: Twenty-one Guns
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Summary: Zeke would never leave Casey.
Pairing: Casey/Zeke
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Angst
Warnings: Character Death
Word Count: 544
Author's Note: This fic was inspired by this video.
". . . Lance Corporal Casey Connor."
The officer assigned to Casey's salute cocked his rifle and fired three shots into the air. The casings he slipped into the flag that had covered the coffin and presented the banner to Casey's mother.
"On behalf of The United States Marine Corps, I would like to thank you for your son's sacrifice."
Merideth turned to Zeke. Her eyes were puffy and red. She held the flag out. "Casey would want you to have this."
Zeke took the flag and clutched it to his chest. He hardly noticed the tears streaming down his face.
3 years ago
"My mom's pissed," Casey sighed, flopping down on the couch next to Zeke.
"What'd she say?" Zeke asked, smoothing a hand over Casey's back.
"'Marines die, Casey, don't you know that?'" He scoffed. "It's not like I'm going to be on the front lines. They'll pay for me to go to college and I can have a nice safe job behind a desk some day."
"Whatever you do, you're going to be brilliant. I'm so proud of you." Zeke pressed a kiss to the top of Casey's head.
"I knew I could count on you," Casey replied, snuggling up against Zeke's side.
6 months ago
"Casey, no! Please, you can't!"
"Mom," Casey growled. "I can't tell them 'no.' Besides, doesn't it mean anything to you that we're in a war? Those bastards came over here, bombed our country, and you expect me to just sit idly by? They need me!"
*
Zeke finished his cigarette and flicked it out onto the sidewalk.
"My mom doesn't want me to go," Casey said, fidgeting with the paperwork in his hands.
"You don't have much of a choice," Zeke replied.
"You'll wait for me, right?" Casey asked, turning his wide blue stare to Zeke's face.
"Casey, I'll always wait for you," Zeke said, tilting Casey's chin up with his knuckle to give him a kiss.
53 years later
Zeke struggled up the hill. Over the years, it had gotten harder, even with his cane, but he still managed.
Casey was there, like he always was.
Zeke brushed the leaves away from the base of the headstone. He never missed Casey's birthday, not once in the 53 years he'd been gone.
He spent some time telling Casey about his day, how he'd gone to the park to feed the ducks--he always thought Casey was silling for feeding the ducks, but he found it relaxing nowadays.
The roses he left, of course. Always a dozen on Casey's birthday, though he left flowers on Veteran's Day.
*
That night, Zeke passed away in his sleep. He had a small smile on his face when his adopted daughter, Amanda, found him the next morning. He'd never moved on after Casey--the photograph of them cuddled up on the Connor's couch the last time they saw each other sat on his nightstand all those years, along with the flag from Casey's funeral.
Amanda made sure the photograph and the flag were tucked into her dad's coffin. She'd never met the love of his life, but she felt like she knew him. At least now, she knew, Zeke would no longer be alone.
Author:
moitSummary: Zeke would never leave Casey.
Pairing: Casey/Zeke
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Angst
Warnings: Character Death
Word Count: 544
Author's Note: This fic was inspired by this video.
". . . Lance Corporal Casey Connor."
The officer assigned to Casey's salute cocked his rifle and fired three shots into the air. The casings he slipped into the flag that had covered the coffin and presented the banner to Casey's mother.
"On behalf of The United States Marine Corps, I would like to thank you for your son's sacrifice."
Merideth turned to Zeke. Her eyes were puffy and red. She held the flag out. "Casey would want you to have this."
Zeke took the flag and clutched it to his chest. He hardly noticed the tears streaming down his face.
3 years ago
"My mom's pissed," Casey sighed, flopping down on the couch next to Zeke.
"What'd she say?" Zeke asked, smoothing a hand over Casey's back.
"'Marines die, Casey, don't you know that?'" He scoffed. "It's not like I'm going to be on the front lines. They'll pay for me to go to college and I can have a nice safe job behind a desk some day."
"Whatever you do, you're going to be brilliant. I'm so proud of you." Zeke pressed a kiss to the top of Casey's head.
"I knew I could count on you," Casey replied, snuggling up against Zeke's side.
6 months ago
"Casey, no! Please, you can't!"
"Mom," Casey growled. "I can't tell them 'no.' Besides, doesn't it mean anything to you that we're in a war? Those bastards came over here, bombed our country, and you expect me to just sit idly by? They need me!"
*
Zeke finished his cigarette and flicked it out onto the sidewalk.
"My mom doesn't want me to go," Casey said, fidgeting with the paperwork in his hands.
"You don't have much of a choice," Zeke replied.
"You'll wait for me, right?" Casey asked, turning his wide blue stare to Zeke's face.
"Casey, I'll always wait for you," Zeke said, tilting Casey's chin up with his knuckle to give him a kiss.
53 years later
Zeke struggled up the hill. Over the years, it had gotten harder, even with his cane, but he still managed.
Casey was there, like he always was.
Zeke brushed the leaves away from the base of the headstone. He never missed Casey's birthday, not once in the 53 years he'd been gone.
He spent some time telling Casey about his day, how he'd gone to the park to feed the ducks--he always thought Casey was silling for feeding the ducks, but he found it relaxing nowadays.
The roses he left, of course. Always a dozen on Casey's birthday, though he left flowers on Veteran's Day.
*
That night, Zeke passed away in his sleep. He had a small smile on his face when his adopted daughter, Amanda, found him the next morning. He'd never moved on after Casey--the photograph of them cuddled up on the Connor's couch the last time they saw each other sat on his nightstand all those years, along with the flag from Casey's funeral.
Amanda made sure the photograph and the flag were tucked into her dad's coffin. She'd never met the love of his life, but she felt like she knew him. At least now, she knew, Zeke would no longer be alone.
