Time After Time

Gilbert glanced at the sleeping form next to him. His master, tired from the day's trip, was asleep. His golden hair was mussed in such a way that it was 'rather sexy'. Oz's eyelashes were long and cast shadows in the moonlight. The older teen ached to know what his lover was dreaming about, but shook his head sternly. Gilbert had to keep watch. The trio had managed to slip away to some cheap motel. It'd been a year or so now, that Oz escaped from the Abyss and he had never looked back. They were still trying to find some way...any possible way to stop the revolution. A while back, Oz had faced yet another dead end. They'd been trying to track down another family for quite some time, to see if they'd had better luck, but...no..."Gil, maybe I should just give up," The blonde teen said wearily. Despite his injury during a fight with a chain earlier, Gilbert stood up, ready to protest. Oz continued. "Oh, to hell with it all. Listen, why should I spend the rest of my days running when I can just-" The servant let out an inhuman roar. "OZ!" For the first time in awhile, the servant used his master's name without any formalities. "YOU. ARE. NOT. GIVING UP! You've gone too far to just let it all go. You're sixteen, for god's sakes, and I can't just- just-" There were tears in his eyes, Oz observed sadly. He stretched up and kissed Gilbert hard. They stayed there, silent, for a long, long time. Oz drifted asleep, and his companion looked on.

I can't just let you die.

Because you're all I have.