DC Headcanons 2: Electric Boogaloo

Stay Alive

BANG.

Texas braced himself for the impact, they were aiming for him, and he knew the bullet would hit him at any moment.

Only the impact never came.

Texas opened his eyes and looked down at himself, shocked at the lack of blood or searing pain all over his body.

"The fuck...." Texas whispered, confused.

"ROSIE." Texas heard a shriek behind him, and his head whipped around. DC stood in shock, clutching his side as his other boyfriends watched in horror around him. The fed lifted his hand revealing a deep crimson it was soaked with.

That's when he remembered; the monologuing, Texas staring down the barrel of the gun as he approached, the gun going off, DC pushed him away.

DC got hit.

DC didn't say anything, just stared at his hand, before his knees gave out, falling to the ground. California was first to dash over, quickly collecting DC in his arms as his other boyfriends followed.

"FUCK DC THAT WAS DUMB." Texas screamed, tearing open DC's shirt.

"We need to block it, it's the only way it'll heal." New York yelled desperately taking off his jacket and trying to tear off the sleeves As Texas and New York worked, Louisiana and California attempted to comfort their lover as Florida stood off to the side, mind working a million times a minute trying to process what was happening.

"I.....I was just trying to help." DC moaned, wincing in pain.

"Shhh we know....we know rosie we know." California whispered, running his hand down DC's face. He hated how translucent DC's face was looking and prayed to any God that he didn't believe him that Texas and New York would work faster.

"You're not plugging it right!" Texas screamed whacking New York away and ripping off his own shirt, tearing it into bandages.

"I....it hurts so much..." DC cried, shutting his eyes.

"Try not to focus on the pain love." California begged, taking DC's hand. His heart stopped seeing it go translucent for a second, and he looked at Louisiana desperately.

"Darlin', have I told you about Bourbon Street?" Louisiana whispered, the playful edge to his voice gone. DC shook his head no as he coughed up little specks of blood.

"Sha you'd love it, there's jazz music everywhere, and good food and drinks. You'd love it darlin'...."

"It's not working!" New York yelled.

"Shut up, JUST SHUT UP!" Texas screamed, hands covered in blood. He watched as DC's legs became completely translucent and just teared his shirt up faster.

"Cali....Cali he can't die." Florida whispered watching the scene.

"Shh...shhh rosie don't cry...." California begged, tears filling his eyes.

"No he can't die!" Florida yelled voice becoming hysterical. "He has to run the meetings!"

"And there's little shops, and....I promised to take you darlin' someday." Louisiana said, completely losing himself to tears at the end of his sentence.

"How can he run the meeting if he's dead?" Florida yelled, tears falling down his face. "HE CAN'T DIE!" California jumped up and hugged the peninsula as he fell apart, just as more of DC's body began becoming translucent.

"DEE DON'T DIE ON ME. NOT LIKE THIS." New York screamed, tears shining in his eyes. Texas sat back on his ankles, the wound was still bleeding, and DC's body was becoming a reflection of the landscape. A small part of him knew it was too late, and DC would just fade away, but he pushed that thought away as he continued to work, albeit knowing it was in vain. DC coughed and looked up at Louisiana, eyes blurry.

"Loui...." DC whispered. Louisiana took DC's hand, hating that he could see his own through his boyfriends. DC slowly picked his head up to look at California, who was trying to comfort Florida but was slowly falling apart himself.

"Poppy....you....you need to run the meetings..." DC whispered.

"N-No DC....n-no don't say that!" California cried as Florida let out a wail. DC coughed again and looked at Louisiana.

"W-Watch out for them, for me...." DC begged.

"Darlin'...." Louisiana choked, face soaked with tears. New York buried himself in his beanie, trying not to let the others see him cry as Texas continued to work, in complete denial that it was too late. Louisiana brought DC close to his chest so he could lay his head.

"Your....chest is....warm..." DC whispered.

"DEE NO." Florida yelled falling to the ground, California attempting to collect him but slowly losing his own resolve.

"Darlin'....I taught you creole....remember?" Louisiana whispered. DC nodded weakly.

"Mwen renmen ou." (I love you.) Louisiana whispered.

"Mw-mwen renmen....ou...." DC repeated back.

"HE CAN'T FUCKING DIE." Florida yelled as California let go of him, burying his own face in his hands.

"Ou se mond mwen an." (You're my world.) Louisiana cried, not even attempting to stop the tears.

"Ou...se...." DC began but found himself stopping.

"Keep going sha." Louisiana whispered.

"GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING FLANNEL POPPY." Texas yelled, becoming more and more desperate.

"Ou....se...mond....mwen an." DC repeated.

"Tanpri, siviv." (Please survive.) Louisiana begged. DC looked off into distance, eyes becoming cloudy.

"Mom?" DC whispered. With that, DC disappeared, leaving Louisiana's arms bare. Everything stopped. The only sound that could be heard was heavy breathing, and a bird off in the distance.

Then someone screamed.

Florida started shrieking, unholy noises coming from his mouth. California collapsed on the ground, pulling his flannel over his head as he sobbed. Texas sat in shock, unable to process the chaos behind him, the only sign his boyfriend ever existed was a pile of torn clothing and blood on his hands. Louisiana stared down at his hands, breath coming in short gasps and heart pounding. New York kept his beanie over his eyes but the tears pooling at the bottom as he curled into himself, trying to stop himself from screaming.

The only thing left of DC was a small flag pin laying on the desert floor. No one made an attempt to take it.