The End of the Song, White Collar, PG-15
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June doesn't have a last name in canon, so she got hers courtesy of the first wife (i think?) of Lord Byron.
The other two characters are also named after real people from Lord Byron's life, but they really have nothing to do with them.
This was written for Elrhiarhodan's prompt fest for the prompt June -Spared.
Title:The End of This Song
Author:
veronicasleeps
Rating: PG-15
Characters/Pairings: June/Byron
Word count: ~900
Warnings/Spoilers: Non-Graphic Character Death
Summary: Of music and dancing, and of killing and dying. Mostly about becoming somebody she never wanted to be.
Notes:Not quite sure where this came from. It's rather dark. And kinda AU.
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Sitting there in the dim lights of the doctor’s waiting room, blankly staring at the door where somebody is supposed to come out and tell her if Byron will live or die, she feels incredibly helpless, and if it weren’t for the worry that makes her heart beat fast and the anger that’s simmering just under the surface of the shock, June would have probably fallen apart by now.
As it is though, the scenes from earlier that evening are still flashing behind June’s eyelids whenever she closes them.
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There is the sound of a gun going off, and then there’s a sea of blood spreading on the pavement.
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She falls asleep in the waiting room and sleeps for three hours that night, and when she wakes up she goes home to change her clothes.
“Mrs. Milbank!” One of her husbands men is waiting for her in front of their house, and she lets him in, even though she really doesn’t want to deal with that side of Byron’s business right now.
She leaves him outside her room, while she washes up and changes clothes.
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She leans into Byron and kisses him on the cheek; she can still feel the music in her blood, and even if she is tired her blood sings, and she is so very happy that she thinks her heart will surely burst.
Suddenly, there is the sound of a gun going off, and then there’s a sea of blood spreading on the pavement.
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Shelley, Byron’s right hand man tells her that they know who the shooter is and -more importantly- who paid for the assassin.
June doesn’t care, at that moment all she wants is for her husband to open his eyes and wake up again.
When she returns to the Polidori practice, the doctor looks at her with pity in his eyes and shakes his head.
June sits with him for the rest of the day, and goes home only to get Byron’s revolver.
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The party starts at five, but they arrive at six. They’re fashionably late, and nobody will dare say anything anyway, because New York is their city and this is their party.
June loses herself in the dancing and the music; she’s in her element and with Byron by her side, there’s nothing that can bring her down today.
Hours later, it’s time to go, and June twirls around Byron, and sings love songs in his ear.
She leans into Byron and kisses him on the cheek; she can still feel the music in her blood, and even if she is tired her blood sings, and she is so very happy that she thinks her heart will surely burst.
Suddenly, there is the sound of a gun going off, and then there’s a sea of blood spreading on the pavement.
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Her mind is empty when she pulls the trigger, and there’s only the rush of blood in her ears.
He doesn’t have family; but if he did, she wouldn’t have spared them, because being left behind like this is crueler than any death could ever be.
She leaves his body bleeding out on his beige rug and knows that Shelley will take care of it, because he is loyal, and because she is his boss now, even if she never wanted to be.
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The other two characters are also named after real people from Lord Byron's life, but they really have nothing to do with them.
This was written for Elrhiarhodan's prompt fest for the prompt June -Spared.
Title:The End of This Song
Author:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Rating: PG-15
Characters/Pairings: June/Byron
Word count: ~900
Warnings/Spoilers: Non-Graphic Character Death
Summary: Of music and dancing, and of killing and dying. Mostly about becoming somebody she never wanted to be.
Notes:Not quite sure where this came from. It's rather dark. And kinda AU.
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Sitting there in the dim lights of the doctor’s waiting room, blankly staring at the door where somebody is supposed to come out and tell her if Byron will live or die, she feels incredibly helpless, and if it weren’t for the worry that makes her heart beat fast and the anger that’s simmering just under the surface of the shock, June would have probably fallen apart by now.
As it is though, the scenes from earlier that evening are still flashing behind June’s eyelids whenever she closes them.
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There is the sound of a gun going off, and then there’s a sea of blood spreading on the pavement.
+
She falls asleep in the waiting room and sleeps for three hours that night, and when she wakes up she goes home to change her clothes.
“Mrs. Milbank!” One of her husbands men is waiting for her in front of their house, and she lets him in, even though she really doesn’t want to deal with that side of Byron’s business right now.
She leaves him outside her room, while she washes up and changes clothes.
+
She leans into Byron and kisses him on the cheek; she can still feel the music in her blood, and even if she is tired her blood sings, and she is so very happy that she thinks her heart will surely burst.
Suddenly, there is the sound of a gun going off, and then there’s a sea of blood spreading on the pavement.
+
Shelley, Byron’s right hand man tells her that they know who the shooter is and -more importantly- who paid for the assassin.
June doesn’t care, at that moment all she wants is for her husband to open his eyes and wake up again.
When she returns to the Polidori practice, the doctor looks at her with pity in his eyes and shakes his head.
June sits with him for the rest of the day, and goes home only to get Byron’s revolver.
+
The party starts at five, but they arrive at six. They’re fashionably late, and nobody will dare say anything anyway, because New York is their city and this is their party.
June loses herself in the dancing and the music; she’s in her element and with Byron by her side, there’s nothing that can bring her down today.
Hours later, it’s time to go, and June twirls around Byron, and sings love songs in his ear.
She leans into Byron and kisses him on the cheek; she can still feel the music in her blood, and even if she is tired her blood sings, and she is so very happy that she thinks her heart will surely burst.
Suddenly, there is the sound of a gun going off, and then there’s a sea of blood spreading on the pavement.
+
Her mind is empty when she pulls the trigger, and there’s only the rush of blood in her ears.
He doesn’t have family; but if he did, she wouldn’t have spared them, because being left behind like this is crueler than any death could ever be.
She leaves his body bleeding out on his beige rug and knows that Shelley will take care of it, because he is loyal, and because she is his boss now, even if she never wanted to be.
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