Hedwig Oneshots

No Other Choice (an alternate ending)

A truck sped by and before Tommy Gnosis could comprehend it, a crash. Glass shattered and he felt splotches of soreness on his face, only slightly aware these splotches were bruised and bloody. Yes. He had blood on his face. 

The car tipped over and crashed. Hedwig. He had to make sure she was ok. Groaning, he unbuckled the seatbelt to look next to him. There she was, his angel of music. God, she looked heavenly. How could someone be so perfect? Her wavy blonde wig had bits of glass in it...and blood. She had blood in her eyes. 

Tommy cried out and bent his ear to her chest, listening for a heartbeat. None came. Sobbing, he scooped up her body and held it to his chest. The sound of sirens nearby rang out. "I can't do this," wept Tommy. "I can't do this shit anymore." 

Carrying Hedwig's still body, he did as best he could to climb out of the shattered window of the car. "You are under arrest!" The cops. Couldn't they see he had lost his other half? "She's dead!" Wailed Tommy, muddy black tears streaming down his face due to the eyeliner. 

And then, a collage. A montage, maybe. Pictures and images flooded his brain. Some were of places and faces he never knew. He saw a cold, stern woman sitting next to him on a hard couch, slapping him. He saw a tall, strong man smile down at himself, who was seemingly naked in the middle of the sun. He saw that man leave with a young boy. And then he saw another young boy. Himself. And with these images came a cacophony of sound. As the faces grew more dark and threatening, the sound rose, until Tommy realized he had a gun - probably the cop's - pressed next to his head. With his own hands. And the sounds got louder and louder, the pictures darker and darker, until finally they culminated in an explosion, the explosion that ended everything.

World famous teen idol, Tommy Gnosis, 27, committed suicide late Saturday night at approximately 11:30 pm ET. He was just moments earlier involved in a car crash with a currently unidentified transgender woman, who was pronounced dead at the scene. After the crash, he seemingly ran from the wreck, violently stole a gun from Officer Ben Dover, and used it to shoot himself in the head, instantly killing him. Fans have paid tribute to the rockstar by placing flowers on the sidewalks of their local cities. Patricia Whiteland, a 16-year-old fan from Needham, Massachusetts, had this to say.

"I just think it's super duper sad," she said. "I had no idea he had issues. That [prostitute] he was with probably motivated him. I mean, it's not like Tommy to do anything bad. I should know, I'm...his number one fan. Like, last week I wrote a song for the school talent show, but that [woman] Kailey stole it. I mean, Tommy wouldn't do anything like that. I mean, he grew up in Junction City. He's past that now. Why is there anything to look back to?"

Tommy felt his soul rising, and in the mist, he saw Hedwig. The angel. Or what looked like her. There was no wig or short skirt. Only a pair of black underwear. She was raw. They both were.

And Tommy knew he had to apologize. And so he sung their song. Only, the words were different. They were an apology. A goodbye. This nothingness they were in...maybe this was the afterlife. There was never a destined other half; if you became whole with someone, you had not found destiny, you had found love. And yet, he could feel himself fading away from her, growing apart. Desperately, he stretched out towards her, and she did the same. And just when they thought they would endlessly roam the afterlife lonely forever, a spark.

A thousand swirling sparks intertwining. They were caught in each other's energy. It engulfed them both, and then they were holding each other, but there was no time to speak. Their energy pulled them closer and closer, legs of two lovers entwined. Their lips touched, and they were kissing, and they were closer than ever, and he loved her, angry inch and all, and she loved him. Closer still, skin breaking, lungs shattering, not into pain, but into pleasure. And there was then a stillness. More powerful than any god. They were complete. Whole.

AN: This is for all the Hedwig and Tommy shippers out there. I don't understand you but here you go.