Slash Warning! It's not overly obvious, but it is slash.

Disclaimer: I own no rights to this world, or the characters therein, they belong entirely to J.K. Rowling and the varies peoples she has signed her name in blood with. I promise I'll put them back when I'm done.

A/N: I don't know where this came from exactly, I just . . . started to write. If there is enough interest them maybe I'll write a fic to go along with this, let me know what you think.

The Colour of Light

Remus lay in a black hole, the darkness was stifling, no light, no sound.

Turn on the light.

No.

Why not?

Its nice here.

People will be worried, you haven't moved in 3 days.

Let them, I want to be alone.

No you don't.

Yes, I do.

You know that's a lie.

Remus groaned, this was bad, he was arguing with himself.

I wonder how much longer before I'm insane.

You already are.

Shit.

He heard the door open, but no light came in.

"Hello" He croaked out with his unused voice.

No one answered.

The blinked in the darkness, not finding the energy to move.

Maybe they'll put me out of my misery.

Are you sure that's what you really want?

Yes.

Get your wand, just in case.

Remus thought about it for a second, but the moment he reaches his arm out toward the small desk, someone grabbed his wrist.

Too slow, I don't think the darkness was good for you.

Darkness is nothing more than the absence of light.

So, to get rid of the darkness, find a light.

That's not the kind of darkness I meant.

Me either.

"Shit."

"Shh…" The unnamed presence whispered softly.

He felt the presence lie down next to him, a hand tracing his face. He didn't move.

What does light look like? Does it have a colour?

Anything but black, you have to find it.

How?

He gasped as warm lips found his in the darkness.

Just open your eyes.

He puzzled that for a moment, then parted his lips to let the presence in.

Feel it?

Feel what?

The light. Its warm.

It's . . . . oh Merlin.

He ran his fingers through silky hair as a warmth that he hadn't known existed spread through him.

See?

What colour is it?

Look.

Panting softly he let his eyes fall open slowly.

He let out a cry of surprise as he met the eyes of the other.

"But . . .?"

"Remus . . ." The other breathed, then lips met his again.

He froze.

Let the light in.

A soft gasp, then, after a moment, He met the kiss desperately.

Well?

Well what?

What colour is the light?

Emerald.

Don't let it go Moony. Be well, my friend.

Padfoot?

There was no answer as he immersed himself in the light.