Man Up (A Brendon Urie/Brallon Fanfiction)

Epilouge

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3rd Person PoV

"We now return to the Brendon Urie tribute concert. Our next performance tonight is Fall Out Boy, close friends of Brendon himself. We welcome Peter Wentz, Patrick Wentz, Joseph Trohman and Andrew Hurley to the stage, performing I Write Sins Not Tragedies."

"They got married?" She asks, sitting beside him and placing a beer in his hand. He knocks it back with a smirk.

"Yeah."

"Cute, I guess." She says with a shrug, and they turn their attention back to the screen.

"I always hated this song." He chuckles. She laughs and cuddles into him. They watch Fall Out Boy finish their song, and Patrick start to speak.

"We knew Brendon very well. We were touring with him when... well, he was a wonderful man. Had indescribable talent. Amazing friend and person. We lost you a year ago tonight, but there isn't a moment we don't think about you, buddy. Missing you a lot."

He watches Patrick wipe away tears and shuffles awkwardly in his chair. She laughs.

"Seems like you had a real effect on them, huh?" She says, nudging him.

"I was such an asshole to them. I don't know why it didn't work." He sighs, through another sip of beer. They watch Patrick glance to Pete, who clears his throat before speaking shakily.

"We sing this tonight for him and for victims of abuse everywhere. Don't suffer in silence like he did for so long. Abuse knows no gender, no age, no sexuality. Please. Thank you."

Audrey cackles. "It's funny, hon, laugh."

"I'm a better actor than I though, eh?" He smirks.

"You sure are," she says, planting a small kiss on his lips. He kisses back.

"You did good, Brendon." Audrey praises, running her fingers through his dyed blue hair.

"I'm dead. You're in prison. Unfortunately, neither of these statements are true. Where do we go from here?" He asks. She kisses him again, heavily.

"Wherever we want to, babe. Let's go, and... I don't know... live life from a new perspective?"

He playfully slaps her arm. "That part of my life, is gone now, babe. It's just you. It was always you."

She snorts, shoving him, before interlocking their fingers and kissing him heavily. He smiles into the kiss, a new feeling of happiness spreading through him. About a year ago he never thought he'd be able to get here because, well, it wasn't always like this. Audrey hired a man to force Brendon into faking his own death, then using Brendon's money bail her out of prison, then they ran away together. Changed their hair and eye colour. Doing boring jobs and living in a small, ordinary flat.

They laugh for a while, before turning their attention back to the scene. They watch Brendon's old band mates, looking tired and sad, stumble onto the stage and weakly play an old Panic song. Dallon steps forward to speak.

"I just wanted to say that Brendon was so undeserving of abuse. He was a beautiful, kind human. He didn't deserve to die. He loved me. I loved him. We planned to grow old together. It was going to be amazing. I just wish... I wish I'd gotten around to making him mine forever, and me his." He pauses to scrub away tears. "There was this one night, where I was holding him, and he said he'd never known happiness like it before, and he never thought he would again. He told me, on a clear night, I should try and count the stars, and for each star there would be a reason why he loved me. It was cheesy and cliché but I'd give anything at all to hear him say it now. So on clear nights, I like to look at the stars and count them, hoping he's looking down on me with a smile. I love you Brendon Urie, fly high."

There's a few seconds of silence in the dimly lit apartment, in which Audrey slowly rises to her feet.

"You've never said anything like that to me before." She hisses. Brendon swallows nervously but can't reply. Maybe he went too far.

"Belt off, shirt off. Now." She growls. Brendon sighs and obeys wearily.

Same old, same old. You can't change people, Brendon knows that. But he's in love with her, and he's willing to take this if it means he's hers forever. He looks up to the screen as Dallon gives a further emotional speech about him, barely even reacting to the belt colliding with his scarred skin.

Sorry, Dallon. But it's for your own safety. This is how it has to be.