Sing To Me | A Sebrek Fic
For chylan. <3
“Sing to me.”
Derek raises an eyebrow.
“Excuse you?”
Sebastian lounges back against his chair, smirk flitting over his lips as his tongue darts out to lick at his pen.
“What, you can make noise in bed but not on demand?”
Derek stands up, arms crossed over his chest. “Not happenin’ any time soon, pretty boy.”
He makes to stride out of the room, and grimaces when Sebastian’s teasing song follows him into the hall.
“I feel pretty! Oh, so pretty! I feel pretty, and witty, and gaaay!”
***
I feel pretty
Oh, so pretty
I feel pretty, and witty, and bright
And I pity
Anyone who isn’t me tonight
***
“Okay. What the hell are you doing?”
Sebastian’s head snaps up just in time to see the door slam shut. His face whitens and his eyes freeze into a lighter color for just a moment as he considers escape.
“No contact, no calls – what is the matter with you?”
Sebastian remains almost motionless, the tips of his fingers sprayed against the pasty white of the wall as if someone has captured him and stuck him there, static and frozen in motion like the black and white of an old photograph.
“And now, what? I find you here, perfectly fine and as healthy as ever. You are such a dick.”
Sebastian’s throat flutters and changes shape under Derek’s glare, not quite able to choke up the words he needs.
“Yeah, well.” The words are softer than he intended, but he can’t bring himself to care. “I guess I’m just a douche that way.”
He turns slowly, left hand going out to brush the wall for balance as he makes to move away.
A harsh hand on his shoulder changes his direction like the force of a storm. His breath sweeps up through his windpipe and half of his shoulder automatically drops against the wall, keeping him upright.
Derek glowers at him, dark eyes intent as the ends of his hair glisten with sweat or water.
“Is that what I mean to you? A year of fucks you can write off without a second glance? Is that what this is?”
Sebastian just blinks, the words coming at him in strange waves of volume. His body is in the middle of trying to form a coherent response when Derek leans forward, impatient.
“Huh?”
Sebastian doesn’t respond, the grey of his eyes flickering like a fire that’s lost its energy. Derek grabs hold of his shoulders roughly and gives them a good, hard shake.
“Answer me!”
Sebastian’s legs give out.
He collapses out of Derek’s touch, his spine hitting the unfinished wall with a sharp, painful clash. He slides to the ground in an awkward motion, the bones of his back grating against the white all the way down.
Derek blinks down with wide eyes to where Sebastian lies, one leg bent and one sprawled, before lowering his hands to his sides. He lowers himself into a crouch hesitantly.
As soon as he approaches Sebastian’s level, the latter turns his head to the side, swiping hastily at the corner of his eye with his shirt sleeve, bringing his knees closer to his chest as his arm remains at eye-level.
“Baby, I’m – I’m sorry.”
Sebastian doesn’t turn to look at Derek’s worried eyes.
There’s silence as Sebastian keeps his eyes shielded from Derek’s gaze until the athlete moves his hand forward in a slow and hesitant manner.
“Leave.”
He pauses. Sebastian’s voice is tight.
“Seb – “
The singer lets out a sob as a hot tear streaks down his cheek.
“Please.”
Derek takes his chin firmly with one hand, grabbing his other hand to take it away from his eyes as he turns Sebastian’s head. Those eyes are desperate, deep and bottomless.
“Sebastian…what’s wrong?”
Sebastian stares at him, in him, through him. The tenor of his voice is lost.
“I have leukemia.”
…
Oh.
***
“Jules?”
The actor looks up from where he’s sitting on the hard bench, fingers wrapped around a wine glass. He gives a watery smile when he sees who it is that’s called his name.
“Hey, Der.”
The athlete sits down, gazing at his friend warily as he grasps his shoulder hesitantly.
“You okay?”
“Uh – yeah, I – ” Julian cuts off to swipe at his nose suddenly, letting out a little laugh as he does so. “Yeah, it’s just – stupid, I mean – “
“Hey. You’re my friend. It’s not stupid to me.”
“Well, it’s just – ” Julian breaks off and laughs again, taking a short swig of wine. You’re the one this is all happening to; you shouldn’t have to deal with me on top of it.”
Derek looks at his friend bemusedly. “Sorry?”
“I just – ” Julian breaks off, staring at the ground as his lips curve into the faintest of smiles. “It’s just that…we were always such good friends…ever since high school, I mean, and…well, you were always a player, you know?”
Derek stares at him. “…no. I don’t.”
Julian laughs again, his free hand darting to his eye. “I just always figured that, you know, if you ever did find someone, it’d just be, like, this amazing thing. You’d just be crazy about them; you’d never let them go. And…and you found that. With Sebastian. I just…” He trails off, staring into his wine like it’s some sort of magic wishing-pool. “I never thought it would end like this.”
…yeah.
Neither did Derek.
***
You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
***
Derek looks up. The sky has become dark without his notice.
“Derek?”
The athlete looks back down immediately, his eyes catching faded grey. He moves his chair closer (it’s almost impossible), heart cracking when he realizes that tightening his hold on Sebastian’s hand would only hurt him.
“Yeah babe?”
Sebastian smiles dreamily, his eyes half-lidded, already shifting somewhere else.
“Sing to me?”
The athlete smiles back at him, swallowing when he feels a streak of wetness trickle down his throat.
“I don’t know how it goes,” he whispers.
Sebastian doesn’t seem perturbed. His fingers tighten around Derek’s (the grip is so weak the other boy doesn’t even notice).
“Then just…stay with me.”
Derek’s smile grows as the tears caress his lips, flirting with their smoothness before dancing away to explore the edges of his chin.
“I guess I can do that.”
Sebastian’s lips twitch and his head sinks into the pillow a little more. A soft exhale passes through his lips, almost inaudible as his eyes stare forward, almost small enough to be closed.
He wants you to sing to him.
Before the thought fully processes in Derek’s brain he’s opened his mouth, words he can’t hear trailing out.
Sing me to sleep…
sing me to sleep…
It’s dark outside, and it’s been a while. Derek stops singing and looks at Sebastian instead. His face is pale, his eyes still slightly parted, his body still. Derek reaches out a slightly shaking hand to place it against the nearest part of the singer’s face. It’s cold.
“Sebastian?”
There’s no reply.
***
Here lies Sebastian Smythe
Beloved son and friend
Who, before his death on the twenty-fifth day of December,
Desired these words to be written on his grave:
“The rest is silence.”
Sometimes, Derek thinks he can hear Sebastian. A gentle song strung through the whispers of the trees, or even just his persistent, teasing melody – “sing to me, sing to me” as it echoes against the stone.
Sometimes, he thinks he can hear it.
But it’s really just the wind.
Cross My Heart and Hope To Die | A Sebrek Fic
Title: Cross My Heart and Hope To Die
Author: Margaret/WhatWasOnceSilver/whatwasoncesilver
Rating: M
Word Count: 5,756
Pairing: Derek Seigerson and Sebastian Smythe from CP Coulter’s Dalton and Glee, respectively
Summary: A look at the evolution of the sometimes painful relationship between Sebastian Smythe and Derek Seigerson. Sebrek
Warnings: Slash, swearing, sex, attempted cutting, sexual conversation
Author’s Note: Tagging with Jogan because there’s a little bit in there. Also so people can see it and read it if it sounds interesting. ^^
Derek Seigerson is like a taco. If you like what you see (and have the ovaries to go with it), chances are he’s going to end up in you.
(In which being friends with Julian Larson sometimes fucking sucks and stuff)
Lalala how do you title?
Want a summary?
Here.
I’m with Casey on this one, guise.
Does it count as a head canon?
The first thing Derek did when he saw Logan and Julian after Parents Night, was hug them. As soon as he saw them, he forgot all about his worries and stormed over and before they could say anything – he pulled them in the tightest hug he could manage. Before that moment, no one had given him any information about his best friends and he had watched person after person flood into the hospital. For a few terrifying hours, Derek had been convinced he’d lost Logan and Julian and no one was there for him to assure him they were okay. So when he saw them enter together, Julian white as a ghost and Logan not looking much better – both bloodied and torn, all he could do was grab onto them and hold them for as long as they let him.
These were foolish boys who’s messes he had to clean up time and time again, who drove him wild just because they could. But they were also his best friends, people he shared laughter and memories with. And they were alive. He hadn’t lost them.
The first thing Derek did when he saw Logan and Julian was hug them. And they let him, because they needed this as much as he did. And all three were just glad they were okay and that it was over and that above all, they had a friend to hold onto.
Fine. Just rip out my heart like that. I wasn’t using it anyway.
BTW WE HAVE THE SAME EXACT HEAD CANON.
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