We could be immortals (SBI found family fic)

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It has been a long time since the immortals had felt true fear, but right here, right now, with their baby mortal bleeding, their horrified screams echo off the walls of the abandoned church.

Techno reaches him first, rolling the boy into his lap and wrinkling his nose as pained splutters meet his ears. He can't believe he went through with it just like that-

"Phil, quick!" Wilbur croaks, resting a shaking hand on the boy's face. Bleary eyes meet his own, shadows drowning the pupils as he fades, a thin trail of blood escaping his lips.

Tommy shakes, raising a pale hand that Wilbur grips instinctively.

"It's ok, it's ok sunshine we're here, you're okay-"

His assurances fall on deaf ears as the mortal bleeds, one hand scrabbling desperately at the knife embedded in his chest. Techno takes that hand and grips it furiously, bringing it to his lips as sharp eyes scan the failing body before him. Tommy had never before seemed so... human. So fragile. The fear in his eyes seemed to shock even himself.

"Let go, Theseus, we'll be here when you wake" he mutters, calm facade the most convincing of the three.

Tommy seems to relent, laying his head back into the crook of the Blood God's arm "I can make it go away faster, Theseus" he murmurs so that only the blonde can hear, and Tommy hesitates before nodding weakly

Wil exhales sharply as Techno raises the hand not currently holding Tommy's, clenching his fist slowly.

The effect is instantaneous, the blood flowing faster as Tommy coughs and finally closes his eyes with a flutter. Techno grips him tighter and closes his fist completely, releasing a shuddering breath as Wil rocks on his knees. They ignore the broken warbles from their father as he kneels in front of their boy, holding the once again glowing emerald and reaching out with his free hand

"Is he..." Wilbur whispers and Techno stiffens, seeming to listen for a moment before he nods solemnly.

Philza's wings flap but he ignores them as they come to rest on the shoulders of his sons

"Then we can begin" he says, voice hollow

He doesn't blink, eyes fixed on the pool of blood that continues to grow, staining pale hands as his boys clasp their little brother.

Philza raises his hand with the emerald, lowering it gently to rest over Tommy's heart. It explodes and they should look away, but they can't, cannot bear to surrender Tommy from their protective gazes. It dies slowly, bleeding into his skin as they watch.

Techno grimaces and rests a hand over the hilt of the knife, withdrawing it with a sickening squelch that has Wilbur looking down and gagging. The wound seals itself and the blood stops flowing. But Tommy does not wake.

"How long" says Techno numbly, gripping the mortal hard enough to bruise

"Hours. Days. I do not know." says Phil, sitting back on his heels in defeat. His immortal heart nearly stopped, he is scared to admit, but not ashamed.

"So we wait?" Says Techno gruffly. His eyes betray the lack of emotion in his voice. Philza draws the boy from Techno's shaking arms and kisses him softly on the forehead. His skin is so cold.

"We wait"

*

It was nice that there was music in Heaven. It was warm too, sort of soft with a melody so comforting. It was nice, Tommy could stay here a while.

Although, it would be better if that other person could quiet down. He tries to clear his throat to tell them, but his voice is stuck. They seem to laugh and he scowls. Dickheads. They repeat their words and Tommy recognises his own name. Was he expected? Apparently.