Black Fuel and Bikes

Epilogue

Warnings: hints at possible character death, grief!

Police and fireman were swift to arrive on location, managing the fire the best they could. Police bomb squad experts were also called to the scene in case there were more bombs. Of course, as with anything tv news trucks set up around the perimeter.

It was a big fire, so by the time they were able to put it out there wasn't much left of the bodies. This case was going to be a tough one. They would have to identify the bodies through the dental records. The police found 8 bodies in total. 6 of them in the upper floor and 2 bodies in the basement, right next to the trapdoor.

They discovered the explosion had originated in the basement, finding scraps of the device all over, mostly remains of burnt plastic of what looked like a homemade device.

The lead officer in the case made sure to make arrangements with the local morgue so that they could get the records as fast as possible, as to notify any family members. He also made sure press couldn't get anything from any of the people working the scene.

* * * * * *

It had been a week since Shannon and Talia had gone missing. Jared was sitting in his living room with Emma and Tomo when he got the call from the lead police officer from Paris.

"Good day, sir. Am I speaking to Mr. Jared Leto?" The man's thick accent came through the device.

"Yes." He said, his heart jumping to his throat.

"We regret to inform you we've identified the remains of one of the victims from the Paris explosion as a Mr. Shannon Leto." Jared froze, his face as white as a ghost. He couldn't speak, couldn't move as a wave of grief overwhelmed him. He was in shock. "Sir, are you there?"

"Jared, what is it?" Emma asked, gently placing her hand on his shoulder.

"He's dead." Jared whispered.

Emma got the phone from him, leaving the room to take the call as Tomo approached Jared, embracing him.

* * * * *

They managed to keep the press away from everything, deciding to get some time so they could grieve in peace. The funeral was small, family and friends only. They managed to secure the area so that no press or paparazzi were allowed.

Jared held onto Constance as she wept. Jared's tears had dried over, overwhelming grief taking him over. Right now he had to take care of his mother.

In the distance, two figures stood by the bushes, looking over the scene.

"Are you sure about this? You can still go to them. They're your family. Just because I have to make sure the organization won't have a way to tie me to Adrian's death, doesn't mean you have to do this." Talia said, turning to Shannon.

Shannon shook his head, cupping her face in his hands. "We're in this together. We'll come back when it's safe for the both of us. It's better this way." Shannon leaned in to kiss her forehead. "Don't make me live without you a second longer. I wouldn't stand it. I love you."

Talia smiled a small smile, nodding and pressing her forehead against his. "I love you." She pecked his lips, hugging him to her body. The person who made her whole again. The love of her life.

"You guys ready to go?" Christian asked.

Talia turned to him, hugging him. "Yeah, thank you for helping us. I don't know how you managed to corrupt the files with our identities."

"It was easy." Christian said, poking his tongue out. "And hey, this guy has helped me countless times. I'm glad I can return the favor."

Shannon took one last glance at the scene before turning and taking Talia's hand.

"Living in hiding won't be easy, Shannon, and we don't know for how long we'll have to hide." Talia said.

Shannon squeezed her hand once, both of them following Christian. "I know baby, but as long as we're together, we can face anything."