A small fic about JD's thoughts after Meant to Be Yours and during Dead Girl Walking (Reprise). What can I say? I've gotten too obsessed with this musical, as well as the movie. This fic just had to happen. If it isn't obvious yet, this is based more on events from the musical and is told through the narration of JD's musical counterpart. The one that actually loved Veronica. I also made references to the dialogue before Seventeen and references to Meant to Be Yours and a song cut from the musical, the Fight for Me Reprise. (Which was just beautiful, honestly.)

I don't own anything except the fic itself. Heathers and Heathers: The Musical belongs to their respective owners.

- Celestique

No word in the entire universe could describe the fury inside Jason Dean.

She was fucking dead.

When he needed her most, she had abandoned him – in a similar fashion as his mother's departure. Sure, he may have planned on killing her at first, but he loved her. He needed her. He would do anything for her.

Emphasis on anything.

And now she was fucking gone and it was all thanks to those assholes, he was convinced. It was because of them Veronica had fastened that goddamn noose around her neck and – Jesus, she was dead. He couldn't believe it at all.

Veronica Sawyer, the girl who tried to convince him to be normal; Veronica Sawyer, the girl who broke his window lock while drunk; Veronica Sawyer, the girl who was undoubtly flirting with him in the 7-Eleven before that bitch Heather Chandler ruined the goddamn moment; that very same Veronica Sawyer was dead.

JD's hands wouldn't stop moving. He was preparing the bomb to destroy the entire school during the stupid pep rally.

Well, at least it would end with a bang.

Just like Vegas.

Only this time, actual good will come out of this. Not pleasure, humor, entertainment or scars that screw people up. No. This will cause good to happen. They will see the truth of this fragile, fucked up society thanks to him.

The only similarity this blast will offer to the people of this goddamn town is clarity.

This wasn't a crime in the least. He was cleansing the world. He was ridding it of sinners, sick fucks who were proof that this goddamn Earth had gone to hell. He wasn't like his dad, who used explosives as a form of entertainment. No, he was using weaponry to heal the world. To make it decent for decent people like him and Veronica –

No, not her. She was dead, he had to remember that.

Damn it, he couldn't stop seeing the image of her hanging body in his mind.

Strangely enough, though, she looked beautiful. Immaculate. Ethereal. Like an angel heavensent.

And she was one. She saved him from hell and eternal damnation and he refused to see anyone make her cry. If they did... He would make them pay. (And he did)

He had planned everything out. He would go to her house (through window, naturally, it would have taken her by surprise) then convince her to come with him. Be his date to this stupid pep rally and then they would disappear just before the school goes kaboom. Afterwards, they'd be together and happy and their love would be the ultimate form of God.

Hell, they could have also roasted s'mores with the fire from the explosion. (Maybe even have a Slushie, which wouldn't be all that bad.)

And he would see no mothers smiling and waving from the fucking window. More importantly, he would be with her. Veronica…

Fucking focus!

She was gone. She vanished. Like everyone who held some meaning in Jason Dean's life, she disappeared when he needed her.

Sometimes, he'd think that maybe he had gone too far. Maybe killing Heather Chandler, Ram Sweeney and Kurt Kelly was too much. Maybe by doing so, he wasn't fixing the world, he was losing his soul.

But then he remembered that those assholes hurt Veronica and just about everyone else they've interacted with. The world was better with them dead.

It was true. Their deaths made a more righteous impact on the universe than anything they could have ever done if they were still alive. (Veronica would have said otherwise. Tell him that they still had time to grow and do better but fuck that! He knew bastards like them could never do good with their godforsaken lives.) Ram and Kurt's 'suicide' made the idiots that lived in Sherwood, Ohio respect homosexuals.

He was doing what was right. He was doing the world a fucking favor by ending the existence of Westerburg High School and its students. Students who deserved no place in this new world that he would craft. Students like Heather Duke.

If only Veronica could see him now. If only she could be with him now to celebrate this momentous occasion.

And, just like that:

"Step away from the bomb."