WOOHOO. -is lame- I was reading Tears of an Angel (can't remember who it's by), and that song is just so beautiful... I had to write something to it.

Except this one is 1000x more of a fail than hers.

God, why am I so obsessed with Lucy...?

Sixteen watched Desmond with sharp eyes, slapping a grin onto his face.

"If you hurry, you might back it back in time for Lucy's funeral."

The words slipped out. Sixteen didn't mean to say it; who knew what might drive Desmond over the edge?

Apparently, it was this. The Assassin fell to the ground, head bent and hand clenched into a fist.

"Lucy," he muttered desperately. "Oh God... I'm so sorry. It wasn't me. It wasn't me."

Cover my eyes
Cover my ears
Tell me these words are a lie

Sixteen tilted his head, stared down at him curiously. Was this what it was like...? Sorrow?

"It was that voice... Juno! She took hold of me! She made me..."

Sixteen knelt down. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you knew." He'd meant for it to sound genuine, he really had, but it came out sarcastic. Why did he always have to do that?

Desmond slowly raised his head, tears streaking his cheeks. Sixteen stood, surprised at the fire in the other man's eyes. What was he playing at?

"You.." Desmond growled. "You made me!"

It can't be true that I'm losing you
The sun cannot fall from the sky

"What?" Sixteen couldn't believe what he was hearing. "All right, look—"

Desmond was on his feet, advancing, jaw set firmly. Sixteen held up his hands, a defence tactic he was really forced to use.

"Hey..." He tried reasoning, but Desmond leapt. Sixteen wasn't ready; he didn't have time to materialize out of the way.

"You made me!" Desmond screamed in his face as the two went down. Sixteen landed hard on his back, Desmond's hands clenched on his shirtfront.

"Hey, fuck off!" Sixteen growled, pushing. But without any real body, there was no strength in his arms, no way to get the weight off.

"You killed her!" Desmond was now completely insane; his eyes were wild and the rage in his face was unmistakeable.

"You idiot!" Sixteen hollered. "She killed me!"

Desmond blinked, looking surprised, and shook his head. "No, you... What..."

With the Assassin off guard, Sixteen could push him off and sit up, drawing a knee close to his body. "I... They always made me go back in... Always wanted more..." He looked up at the artificial sky. "Why wasn't I good enough for her?"

"No..." Desmond was speaking softly. "She always felt guilty, responsible for your death. She tried—"

Cover my eyes
Cover my ears
Tell me these words are a lie

"It was her fault." Sixteen spoke calmly, not looking down.

"No." Desmond started to sound annoyed, then he stood up. "Forget this. I don't have to listen to you."

Clay watched, sitting on the artificial dirt, as Desmond stepped through the black portal. The one he, Sixteen, could never go through.

"I just... don't want to be here anymore," he whispered, sounding desperate to even his own ears.

Can you hear heaven cry the tears of an angel?

He shimmered for a moment, then he was gone.