Star-Crossed Lovers

Battle Scars

Several months passed by. Whenever the duo was at home, relaxing, John would hear a faint clicking sound. He'd looked around with his head and eyes, but never found the source. It started getting annoying.

One evening, Soap was making supper (which consisted of pancakes, bacon, biscuits, and hash). He was listening to an Avicii playlist, and the song the Nights was on. Suddenly, he heard the faint clicking. He stopped what he was doing and looked around.

"Simon, what is with that bloody clicking? It's drivin' me insane!" Ghost looked up at him from his spot on the couch. "Oh, you mean my clicker?" "Yer what?" "My clicker." The Brit pulled the device out of his pocket.

"What's it for?" John asked, as he turned and finished making supper. "Oh, um..." Ghost looked at Destiny, who was gently playing with Carter. He looked back at his lover and signed. "It's for when I think about killing myself." John dropped an empty plate on the ground, and it shattered. Carter started crying, but Dezzi helped him calm down. She really is a good sister.

"Room. Now." The Scot picked up the broken ceramic and threw it away, being careful to not cut himself. Then he walked down the hall into the master bedroom. Simon followed closely behind.

After the door was shut and locked, the Brit sat on the edge of the bed, and Soap stood in front of him, tapping his foot against the floor with his arms crossed. Click.

"Simon, why are you...?" Soap trailed off and turned away. He wiped tears from his eyes. "I don't mean to make you mad. I feel bad." "So ye immediately think aboot offin' yerself?!" Click.

"Simon, stop. please." Tears started to fall down both men's faces. "I'm sorry, Johnny. I don't want you to be mad at me..." Simon dropped the clicker, then put his palms over his eyes and started sobbing.

"No, no, Si." John slowly walked over to his partner and sat next to him. "Deep breaths... M'sorry fer yelling at you. I'm j'st worried aboot ya." Ghost continued to cry.

Soap picked up the clicker and looked at the number. 35.

"M'sorry, Johnny..." "You're okay, Simon. What you're doin' is healthy. But maybe ye should've told me sooner, aye?" "Mhm..." Simon wiped his eyes and looked at his partner. "I love you, Johnny..." "I love you, Simon." Then they gently kissed each other. "You're not mad at me?" "Of course not, Si." "Okay..."