Faeries (Phan) {COMPLETED}

*45*

*Dan's POV*

I would've woken up earlier, but I hadn't slept more than an hour every night since Phil died. Apparently I slept all day, all night, and half the next day.

When I woke up, though, the first thing I felt was a sharp pain in my spine. I flinched, then looked to my left to see if it had worked.

It had.

I now had wings protruding from my back that were white and grey. They were some of the most beautiful things I had ever seen, and for a second, I forgot how shit my life was.

I noticed the others must have noticed how exhausted I was, so they covered me in my blankets and put my llama plushie in my arms. Unfortunately, I didn't know how to retract my wings yet, so I couldn't wear Phil's hoodie like I wanted to. Instead, I just snuggled it along with my llama.

Marlhy walked into my room eventually. She smiled when she saw I was awake.

"Good morning, sunshine." she beamed.

"I have wings." I stated.

"Courtesy of Phil."

"Courtesy of Phil."

"Does it hurt any? I bet it does,  I can give you a painkiller if you want."

"Painkillers don't heal heartbreak."

She gave me a painkiller anyway.

***

*Chris's POV* 

Dan protested to the ends of the earth, but I wasn't going to let him sit in the house forever. I wanted to take him for a walk (skillfully avoiding anything to do with the grotto) so he could get some fresh air. I figured some nice, friendly banter would distract him from his woes, at least a bit.

We forced him to eat a little bit before we left. Once we did, I led him the opposite direction of the grotto, making sure he stayed closely behind me.

"Wonderful day, innit?" I smiled. "Sun is out, no clouds in the sky..."

"Yeah, I guess so," Dan shrugged.

We walked in silence for a little bit. I didn't really think about what I was going to talk about beforehand, and now I couldn't think of anything that wouldn't remind him of Phil. Eventually, I decided on talking about his being a fairy.

"So," I started, "what's it like being a fairy so far?"

"I can't fly yet, nor can I do anything magical. I can't even retract my wings. So, I kind of feel exactly the same, but with wings."

"Do your wings hurt?"

"Hell yeah. Marlhy and Ava say they don't hurt after I've gotten used to them, but right now it feels like someone's drilled a hole through my back."

"That sucks ass, man. At least soon you'll have hella cool magic powers. I bet you'll be really good at it. You're really good at a lot of things."

"Thanks, mate."

Our walk continued for about thirty more minutes, with small bursts of conversation every so often. It was a little awkward, a little tense, but it was what Dan needed. 

Finally, we arrived back at the treehouse. To nobody's surprise, Dan immediately locked his bedroom door and probably went back to sleep.

*Dan's POV*

I had a dream during that nap. It was a dream which made me unable to decide whether I felt better or worse after it. The dream was, of course, about Phil. 

We were in that goddamned grotto again - the place where we've had lots of memories, both good and bad. Amazing and devastating. His last memory was in that little clearing. In fact, I didn't even know why we called it a grotto, since it was a clearing, not a cave. The name stuck, I guessed.

In the dream, we were laying on the grass together, holding hands and staring up into the night sky. Every once in a while, Phil would look over at me and squeeze my hand, and I'd do the same. It was sweet and ideal. We didn't even need words, just contact. His touch didn't burn me, which should've alerted me to the fact that it was a dream. Actually, the fact that Phil was alive should have done that.

Once, though, I looked over and saw a long, thin scar on his throat. Alarmed, I sat up quickly and tried to assess it, but he swatted my hand away. I laid back down.

Then, he turned to me and whispered in my ear. "Be the best fairy there ever was. I'm counting on you." I nodded.

At the end of the dream, he climbed on top of me and sat on my waist, leaning down to my face. Then, he spoke in a regular voice. "Wake up."

It wasn't his voice, though, it was a stronger Northern accent. Chris.

***

I woke up to him and Ava standing over me, shaking me awake. "Dan, the funeral is tomorrow and you need to fit this suit Marlhy fashioned you," Ava said.

Without a word, I got up, still thinking about dream Phil. He was out there, watching over me, I knew it.

***

Later that night, when I was lying wide awake in bed, I heard a series of groans and bumps coming from Marlhy and Ava's room.

I wasn't sure how passion came so easily in times of grief, until I head crying along with the love noises. They were desperate for distraction. Except death can't be distracted. Especially not Phil's.