Search & Seizure (Brendon Urie Fanfiction)

Backstage

It was back to touring and you were backstage at a show. You knew you were tired and you were looking forward to calling it a night. You decided you might go back to the bus early, before the show ends. You were enjoying the thought of getting comfortable in your pjs–

Uh oh.

It hit you hard and very suddenly, interrupting your train of thought entirely: your arm was gone and your stomach flipped.

No, fuck, not during a show.

You stood for a moment, wishing it away with all your might. The heat around you became oppressive. Everything was only intensifying. You looked out onto the stage, seeing Brendon singing and running around as usual with his special performance glow. You smiled for a moment.

You come up with a plan: you'll just grab Zack and go further backstage, out of view. You won't interrupt the show and you can just tell Brendon after. You're sure he'll be furious that you didn't tell him sooner, but you weren't about to ruin the concert for everyone.

You dropped out of your thoughts as your body was screaming to get your attention, realizing how badly you were feeling. You spot Zack and start to make a beeline over to him. Your purposeful steps suddenly became weaker but you were determined to make it. You're a little less coordinated as you reach him, stepping closer to him than you really meant to. His expression drops as he looks to you.

"Zeyh–" you slur as you attempt to reach out to him.

"Oh, okay," He is instantly grabbing underneath your forearms, firmly supporting you. It's fairly dark and hard to hear each other over the music, but you don't really need to say much of anything. Zack didn't need any more information to figure everything out. He has developed a sixth sense kind of thing about it now, actually.

"Don't feel–" you try.

"You don't feel good?" he finished the statement for you. You nod and your lip trembles. "I know honey," Zack comforted you, "It's okay."

You fall into his chest a bit and he adjusts his grip.

"I gotcha Y/n," he reassures you quickly, speaking gently into your ear, "let's lay down." You're so petite compared to him, he easily begins to move you to the floor.

The crew members nearby start to gather around the situation.

Brendon happened to be jogging his way towards your end of the stage. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices the unusual events unfolding offstage. He did a double take and saw you clinging to Zack as he was helping you to the ground.

He felt his stomach drop to the floor.

"Oh fuck," he said under his breath, frozen for a moment. The next thing he knew, he was sprinting off stage to you as fast as his legs could carry him. He pushed a couple of stage hands out of the way and slid on his knees, arriving next to you. He shrugged off his jacket and Zack put it under your head.

You suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder and find Brendon above you, pulling his earpiece out.

"It's okay baby," he panted, "I'm right here."

His voice was the last thing you heard. You started to seize and Brendon looked over at Zack, who had his phone out with the timer starting. Zack nods at him silently, and Brendon returns it, so grateful that Zack takes such good care of you.

Meanwhile, the band was left hanging. The crowd was also puzzled, disappointed by the sudden end of the song.

When the boys realized Brendon had ran, each of them kind of dropped off, confused. They looked after where he had gone and saw you on the floor, Brendon and Zack at your side. They were heartbroken and exchanged looks, wondering what to do. After a second, Dallon decided to speak up.