A/N: wow, last night was tough to watch. I'm just saying, it was physically painful. Anyways, this came to mind a few nights ago and last night fully drove me to get it down and out. Two-shot.

Disclaimer: Song is owned by Coldplay. You must listen to it. The characters are owned by Man Of Action.

Cemeteries of London

At night they would go walking
'til the breaking of the day,

Ben hated moments like this. More than once this week already, Devlin had asked to go down to the cemetery to see the headstones, to run his fingers along the names of his parents and to know that they were still down there. The brunette hero took his best friend and cousin's son down into the cemetery just a few blocks away from where the family of the Levins used to live.

The morning is for sleeping

Every time they got there, Devlin had immediately knelt down and kissed his mother's headstone, not a single tear spilling from his deep sapphire eyes. He hugged the large rock with the name 'Gwendolyn Tennyson' inscribed on it with the utmost precision.

Through the dark streets they go searching
To seek God in their own way,

Ben couldn't help but read the small words under his beloved cousin's name. She had been one of the closest family members he had ever had.

"Gwendolyn Tennyson,
Forever Mother
Forever Wife
Forever Young
Forever Anodite"

The jade-eyed hero's eyes always watered at that and he always had to look to the street over his shoulder to keep the small darkly dressed boy from seeing the tears that he spilled. If Devlin could do it without crying, so could Ben.

Save the nighttime for your weeping
Your weeping
Singing la lalalala la la

Then the small ebony-haired boy always moved to his father's gravestone, tracing the letters with care. He always smiled at it as if the name of his dad held some deep dark secret long within his own heart. Devlin pressed two fingers to his lips and then pressed them to the freezing stone, still smiling as if this was all just a game and as if they would be back at Ben's house to pick him up any minute.

The young Levin knew it was no game.

And the night over London rang.

Ben had no idea how Devlin remained so strong. He had been born an only child to the two and he had been mistreated on more than one occasion, but he had always loved his parents more than life itself. Ben just kept watching the sapphire-eyed Devlin as he stroked the headstone of his father with some sort of longing lingering in his gaze. His vision seemed nearly haunted.

So we rode down to the river where the toiling ghosts strain
for their curses to be broken

The hero couldn't help but let his gaze run over the letters that had been etched into his best friend's headstone, the words so simple and short that it described the once con-artist brilliantly without even trying.

"Kevin Ethan Levin-
Friend, Lover, Hero"

That made tears prick the corners of Ben's eyes. He had known Kevin from the time he had gone from delinquent to criminal to savior. It had been a long, cold road, but the ex-con had been able to pull it off, just as Gwen said he would. The girl always held hope for him and he always held that deep love for her. That was what had kept them together from their teenage years into adulthood. It was what had brought Devlin around.

We'd go underneath the arches where the witches are in there saying
There are ghost towns in the ocean

Devlin kept stroking his father's name before kissing the locket that had belonged to his mother that was hanging around his neck. It was the one his father had given her when they had first started dating. It was what showed her who he really was under the hard outer shell. He clutched it tightly in his fingers, kissing it to show his love for the two that now lay beneath his feet.

The ocean
Singing la lalalala la la
And the night over London rang.

He quietly leaned forward and fingered his mother's locket one last time before whispering to it, "I'll see you soon." Then he tucked it beneath his hooded sweatshirt again, his eyes glimmering with some sort of hope that he held onto by a thread. All he had left was hope.

God is in the houses and
God is in my head and all the cemeteries in London
I see God come in my garden,

He stood and moved slowly back to Ben's side, taking the man's hand in his own small one. Devlin didn't breathe another word. He just watched as tears slid down Ben's face and into his brown beard that was slowly being peppered with gray and white flecks. He squeezed Ben's hand.

But I don't know what he said,
For my heart, it wasn't open
Not open

Ben looked down at the boy, still strong as ever. He had his father's heart and his mother's mind and some sort of twist of himself in there. "Let's go home, Devlin," breathed the hero, clutching the boy's hand as if for support. He saw a mirror of his cousin and her husband hiding within his ocean blue eyes. Another choked sob seized him, but he suppressed it, not wanting to seem weak in front of the child he now had custody over.

He had never wanted to take Devlin in. He had wanted him to live with his parents.

But that wasn't going to happen.

Singing la lalalala la la
and the night over London rang.
Singing la lalalala la la

"Don't worry," said Devlin as he watched Ben with a soft, sympathetic gaze. "I'll tell them that you love them."

Ben didn't ask how he planned on doing that. He could only focus on keeping his composure so that he could go home to his own son with a brave face and be grateful that Kenny still had a father to call 'Daddy'.

There's no light over London today.

A/N: This actually came to me before last night's episode, but I had time to get it out today, so I figured I would. It wasn't that hard either. The pain is still fresh. It's easier to put out on words. Please review. It'll mean the world to me.

~Sky