Phan One Shots

It's A Burden Not A Gift...

A/N: Okay, I'm so sorry I left it a little while before uploading this, but a lot of effort went into this and I really like it. It was going to be for 200 reads, but now I'm at 250! What! Anyway thanks guys :P

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A/N: See if you can guess who the narrator is (Dan or Phil) as I don't reveal that till the end. Comment whether you got it or not!

Seeing in the future.

I've had this misfortune for my whole life and yes, I called it a misfortune, because it is. Unless you experience it yourself, you truly do not understand how awful having this power can be. Yes, it has its good days, where you can save a life, or see an upcoming event that will go well, or when you can see the weather to plan your next day. This is great and I love it. People who live around me are amazed when I predict the weather; little do they know that there is a reason for that. They are amazed when I guess who will get in power or who will win X- Factor even though it is just the first episode. All this is truly great.

However, it can also go the complete reverse. Sometimes you see a death and there's nothing you can do about it and knowing that it is about to happen makes it more than a thousand times worse. Sometimes you see an event. A disaster will struck and this is even worse, because more people are likely to be hurt and yes I could do something about it, which I do ninety nine percent of the time, but what about that one time when I can't quite reach that person screaming out in pain; sprinting as fast as I can, my legs aching from the speed, but not reaching them in time and they don't make it. I have to live with the fact that I couldn't save them even though I knew. I knew it would come.

So, you see having this burden is not something to be wanted, but something to be feared.

Today was not a good day.

Today, I awoke with the scene of my best friend perishing in front of my eyes. I was stood there, emotionless. My legs couldn't move, it was as if they had been glued together and my feet to the floor, so I just stood there watching him fade. Fade into the dark abyss beneath the fatal accident. An accident I now need to prevent. An accident I know is coming and I will do everything in my power to stop it.

My mind trails to the huge tower in the background of the scene; the clock on the front facing side striking twelve o'clock precisely. It then trails to the sign to the right of me, the scratched and worn sign reading 'Birdcage Walk'; we were meant to be meeting there for lunch after he had his meeting with the boss. Then my eyes dart to him. His lifeless body on the ground, an arm outstretched towards me, blood trailing down to his fingertip and dripping onto the cold concrete. The culprit of the deed: a red bus. One with the most recent film pasted on the side, the eyes of the character tormenting me, piercing through my soul. I can practically hear it sniggering, 'You failed. You could have saved him.'

"I'm leaving!" they called from the front door, their keys jingling in their hand. "I'll see you for lunch at twelve, yeah?"

I gulped down the lump in my throat and croaked, "Yeah. I'll see you there!" Then I remembered and shouted before they could leave. "Wait! How about we go for lunch somewhere different. Like oxford street?"

"Sure," they replied uncertainly. "I'm gonna be late, I'll see you later!"

The swarming butterflies that were once occupying my stomach, had rested and were nestling down awaiting their next anxiety flood, at which they would have returned just as mighty. Just one small change could make a difference to the fate of my best friend and I hoped they would still live to see another day.