You And Me - A Collection of Les Twins One Shots

Jamais

All it takes is one second for everything to change.

Just one.

A screech of tires. 

A few jumbled yells and shrieks from the nearby passengers and that's all the warning they get.

The car comes out of nowhere and it's going fast, swerving and skittering and totally out of control but Larry can see it move in slow motion. He thinks he might be yelling Laurent's name because his twin's head snaps around and their eyes meet for just a split second before the car slams into him, sweeping him off the street.

A drunk driver.

A fucking drunk driver.

Laurent is alive, but barely so and Larry's on the ground with him in a second, completely beside himself with adrenaline and shock. His hands are shaking as they hover over Laurent's chest and he doesn't know where to touch. Laurent's looking at him like he's never looked at him before and Larry can't meet his eyes through the veil of tears clouding his vision, he can't because he's too afraid of what he'll see. So he takes in the erratic way Laurent's chest is moving up and down, far too shallow and too fast to be normal. He takes in the slight rattle in his breath and the blood spattered against his torn clothes. "Larry—"

Larry shakes his head in denial. This isn't true. It can't be true. Laurent's voice isn't right. His voice is already implying what Larry can't even start thinking about.

"No, non nonono. Garde tes forces. Tout ira bien."

No no no no no. Save your strength, you'll be fine.

He shakes his head 'no' but Laurent's fingers somehow find Larry's and then they're tangled and there's not a thing on earth that matters other than the way Laurent looks at him. There is chaos around them and Larry knows he should be a part of the people causing a ruckus. He knows he should be calling an ambulance, that he should be the one hurriedly giving out their location to the dispatcher, but Laurent looks at him like he's apologizing and suddenly he's coughing, a deep, deep, painful rattle in his chest and then there's blood on his lips and Larry can't. His heart seizes with panic, black dots dancing in his vision.  

"Tout se passera bien. Ca ira."

Everything will be okay. You'll be fine.

"La-rry..." Laurent's voice is more of a rattle, like it's taking some real effort to get the name out. His brother blinks at him languidly and Larry can see the weariness there, the anguish. 

Laurent's fingers let go of Larry's then and suddenly they're on his face. They are cool against his cheeks and Larry's crying harder, sobbing now as he shakes his head. "De l'aide arrive. Ne crains rien, accroche-toi à moi."

Help is coming. Don't worry, just focus on me.

A tear slips free from Laurent's glazed-over eyes and Larry reaches up shakily to clasp Laurent's fingers in a white-knuckled grip. His brother's looking at him like he never looked at him before. Like this is it. Like this is the last moment they'll ever share and Larry can't. He can't.

"J-je m'occuperai de toi, frère. Tu seras co-comme n-neuf. Je te promets. Je te promets, Lau."

I'll take care of you, okay. You'll be as good as new. I promise. I promise you, Lau.

Laurent swallows with what looks like herculean effort. "Larry. Je... je t'aime tellement."

"Non," Larry snaps at his brother. The tears are streaming freely now and nothing can stop them. Larry is unraveling. He's beside himself with panic, spittle flying from his mouth, fist hitting Laurent's chest because he can't lose him. Never. "Non! Ne me dis pas adieu! Ne me dis pas adieu, ne t'avise pas! Alors je t'interdis, Laurent!!"