Storyverse. Dan/Rorschach, mature, sexual themes and actions, some violence, spoilers. Not what really happened, but all takes place in a t/ime slot left blank by Moore and Gibbons, who own these characters. I only own my ideas. (first Watchmen fic, please be gentle) Thanks so much to my informal beta, vaudeville.

Cold again. Not even outside, freezing. Heart replaced with ice, vacuum. Damn him. Damn him and his hussy. Damn damn damn. Damn Me. Damn Stupid, stupid Walter. Damn love. Damn Walter falling into Stupid Love, getting hurt from it. Damn this world. Damn all this bullshit. Damn Jon, big and blue, stepping on a frozen butterfly.

"Where are you going?" As if he can't just look into the future and know. As if no unfair advantages.

"Back to owlship. Back to America. People must be told. Evil must be punished." Though I know damn well I can't get Dan's ship into the air. I can try. I can try damn hard. I get on the scooter, not starting it yet. It can't be this easy.

"Rorschach.... you know I can't let you do that."

I growl, turning to face the monster. I know there's nothing I can do against him. I know there is nothing I can do to spread the truth. Would I really want to? Veidt has saved lives? My real problem, my real reason for leaving... Jon's woman and MY Daniel. Can't say such a thing, though not surprised if Manhattan knows.

Pain in chest makes it hard to breathe. Tears streaming down face, down skin, real flesh. Tear off meaningless latex. "Of course. Must protect Veidts new utopia. One more body amongst foundations makes little difference. Well? What are you wating for? Do it."

I want to die. I hope he can see it in my eyes, I hope he knows damn well.

"Rorschach..."

"DO IT!"

And he does. He points at me, and the pain is more intense than anything I've ever felt before. I let it wash away my sins. I let it take me completely.

Why...why do I still have conscious thought?! Why... can't see, can't move, but think. If I can think... Shit. No. No no no no no!!! Stupid, Stupid!

This is hell.