You'd been going to see Alistair everyday since you'd first met him and yet you still hadn't told him you'd been able to see him. So when you went to see him after hockey one day, you breathed deeply, sitting next to him.
"You okay, (Y/N)?" He asked. You nodded, looking at your nails. He puts down the book he was reading and leans forward, hand on your shoulder. "What is it?" You looked at him.
"You remember how you'd asked if I could see you and you mentioned Rory?" He nodded. You sighed. "I-I'm like her." He smiled faintly.
"I could've figured that out." You smiled faintly. "How?" You sighed, drawing your chin closer to your chest.
"I was almost murdered. Well, I was, then came back somehow. It's hard to explain," you muttered.
He reached over and wrapped his hand around yours. "I'm sorry. Do you want to know how I died?" You looked over at him.
"You don't have to tell me, Ali." He shook his head.
"You told me how you got your Sight, I'll tell you how I died." You looked at your entwined hands. "(Y/N). Look at me." You looked up. "I went to sleep over in Aldshot, and woke up looking down at my body. I had an asthma attack in my sleep." You looked at the floor.
"I'm sorry, Ali." He smiled.
"Don't apologize for something you couldn't've prevented." He tilted your head up to look at him, his hand cupping your chin, then pressed his lips to yours.
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OneShots
FanfictionMultiple one-shots throughout multiple fandoms. I will do one-shots for the fandoms in the tags ~I will also do one-shots for my own characters. ~I will need a plot line for it, also. ~Mature rating for Language
