BFF... define "Forever" (Felicity)

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Remus took off work earlier than normal today. He was under a lot of pressure, internally and externally, and he needed some time to breathe. So he headed back to his and Felicity’s place and let himself in. “Felicity? It’s me!” He walked in a bit further and looked around. “Felicity?” Well, he suspected he couldn’t expect her to know he’d be home early. So he went to the kitchen and put some water on the stove to heat. They had a Keurig, but he was in the mood for true blue tea that was brought to a boil with the tea bags already in it. Peppermint was the choice for today, and just to try to stay a bit healthier, he put honey in the water instead of sugar along with a few tea bags. Then he contented himself with looking out the window as it came to a boil.

The sound of bubbling brought him back and he stirred it and turned the heat down to let it simmer and steep. Meanwhile, he got in the cabinet and fished out his favorite mug. He said the word mug loosely. It had been a gag gift from Jason, who usually found it funny how addicted to tea Remus was, so he bought him a soup bowl with a handle on it and said it was a ‘Remus Sized Mug’. He held the mug fondly, remember the hearty laugh he and Jason had had over it. And how a couple days later Remus had bought a 2-liter from the corner store, drained it in the sink (wasn’t much into soda) and cut to rounded top off and gave it to Jason with the excuse that it was for his morning coffee. Obviously, Jason could never use his 7-up coffee mug as thin plastic was the absolute last thing you wanted holding a hot beverage, but Remus used the heck out of his mug, and Jason usually got a laugh whenever he saw it on his desk. At first, he’d teased him for it, then he moved on to jokingly offering to top him off. All in all, it was always funny.

And it would never happen again.

The thought came clear out of the blue and it was crippling. From a simple mug came crashing in the realization that his best friend was dead. He held the mug close to him to keep from breaking it and because he needed something to hold as he dropped to his knees and the tears came right there in the middle of the kitchen with the smell of peppermint softening the air. This was the first time he’d let himself cry since Felicity showed up in his bedroom with Jason’s dead body and it was all coming out.

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Tag: @jackyd7813
Notes: T-T

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Felicity had taken the afternoon to check in on Clare. She still couldn't believe what had happened had well, happened. Sure, she never got along with Jason but she knew how much Clare cared about him and seeing her so upset pained her beyond measure. She did the only thing she really could do, allow her to say goodbye to him. It drained her, but seeing how much better it made Clare was worth it. She knew others would be taking it hard as well. Ethan, gods, it had been awhile since she talked to him. But wasn't he and Jason brothers? Surely he was needing some comfort, though he seemed to have plenty of friends to provide that for him. Remus.... man, he and Jason were best friends. She knew he had a tendency to hide away his emotions but she expected something out of him eventually, she just hoped she would be the support that he needed. 

She headed home and was a little surprised to find the door was already unlocked. Remus must have come home earlier than usual. She let herself in and silently closed the door behind her, hearing the sound of the sobs coming from the kitchen. The sound hurt her beyond words could describe. Even if the soothing smell of peppermint in the air all she wanted to do was hold Remus and make sure he never had a need to cry again. 

"Remus?" She said softly as she made her way into the kitchen and gave a small frown at the scene in front of her before dutifully moving over to his side and wrapping her arms around him. Remus... hey, it's going to be okay. We all miss him." She bit her lip, she wasn't exactly sure what to say. With Clare it was a bit easier, she just had to imagine what someone would say to her if she had lost Remus but here her own emotions were in the way and Jason was his best friend. She had caused them grief in their friendship. She would take that all back now if she could. She gently rubbed his arms in her hug. "You're going to make your tea all salty with those tears." She tried to say jokingly as she gently wiped the tear tracts from her husbands face, looking at him, trying to find the words she could say to him to help him.

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tag: Remus Stone
notes: bit shorter, sorry about that

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Remus clutched the mug tightly. He hadn’t felt this overwhelmed since he’d witnessed Felicity die. His best friend. Gone.

He didn’t even hear her come in. He was too absorbed in his world of misery. Then he heard his name and… well it was odd really. It was like he was embarrassed to be caught like this, so even though his eyes were tight shut, he winced. When she wrapped her arms around him, he shook his head and tried to speak, but it didn’t work out so well and no actual words came out. He wasn’t sure what he was. He was depressed, of course. But he was angry too. Like he was mad at her for suggesting his mourning was no greater than anyone else. She wasn’t crying. He was. But he thankfully realized how stupid he was for thinking that before it amounted to anything.

He felt like a child right now. Completely out of control. He just cried. Neigh, he just sobbed. Her little attempt at a joke only make him shake his head again. “Don’t care,” he somehow managed to get out. The smell in the kitchen would have been soothing… if his nose wasn’t so clogged up that he couldn’t smell it. Finally, when she wiped his tears away, he looked at her where previously he had been determinedly ‘staring’ (through his eyelids) at the floor. Thankfully he was near the floor and linoleum doesn’t break anything because he dropped the mug and immediately hugged her close and pretty much soaked the shoulder of her shirt in tears. He felt terrible. He was supposed to be strong. Yet here he was… totally not strong at all. Practically putting all his weight that wasn’t on the floor, on his pregnant wife. Yeah, real heroic there. Real masculine. Had he been in a better state, he probably would be upset with himself. But as it was, he was just upset. “He’s gone…” he said as though this was news. Then that really embarrassing part about crying really hard came. The one that he’d last gotten when he was two and his mom had teased him to the point where he was instantly screaming unpleasant things at her like the tiny gentleman he had been. But here they were again: the hiccups.

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Tag: @jackyd7813
Notes: Sorry the wait!

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To say that the daughter of Pluto knew what she was doing and was a professional at comforting people would have been a drastic lie. She knew things to say in some situations to cheer people up but it was usually much smaller of a scale and didn't involved her sobbing husband on the floor, the ache in her chest and the hate she had for herself that she didn't know what to do for him didn't help either. She frowned some when her feeble attempt at a joke didn't reciprocate the response she had hoped for. Humor was suppose to help, wasn't it? So then why didn't it? What more could she do? She wanted to help him, she had to. This was her Remus, he was strong and she knew that him even being in this state would have an effect on him later that day or week, something like that. He never liked to appear weak, he was liked to appear strong and unreadable, synonymous with his last name. 

She tensed up some when she heard the plunk of the mug hitting the floor but before she could do anything she was pulled into a close hug and felt his weight against her. She kept herself steady and soothingly rubbed her back as he cried. She didn't care that his tears were causing her shirt to get wet. She didn't care how violent of a cry he gave. She only cared about being the support for Remus that he had been for her time and time again. 

After a moment of hesitation she finally broke her silence against his crying. "He's in a better place. I know that sounds really corny, but I know he is in Elysium. I know this for a fact. He's safe, no one can hurt him anymore. You'll see him again." Felicity said, trying to reassure him. After all, Remus was definitely deserving of Elysium, who would argue against that. "I was with Clare earlier... she was a wreck. I uh, I can do the same for you. It's not much, but I can let you say goodbye..." Felicity told him gently. She didn't know whether that would make the situation better or worse for him. For Clare it helped, it really helped, she seemed like a whole different person after it. After all, whenever someone loses someone don't they have a bunch of things they wish they could have told them and shared with them. This would at least help with that. That, and Remus never did get to say goodbye and he was thrown this, well, he was kind of crashed with it since Felicity crashed into his room in the Principia with Jasons limp body. But Remus deserved to have those final moments with Jason, they were best friends and if this helped Remus to accept and move on from what happened, not that she expected that to be sudden, but it could help the transition, then she wanted to do that, for him.

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tag: Remus Stone
notes: i feel like this is really repetitive but ta-duh!

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In a better place. That was what they always said. And he hated it. Right in this moment, he wanted to scream at her. Better place, my ass! His place is with his family! Of course, this thought did not help Remus in the slightest. As if the crying wasn’t making him shake already, the thought of the sweet young family his best friend had left behind… now that was awful. I know he is in Elysium. In his grief, it didn’t even occur to his that his wife might actually know that for fact instead of just saying it to calm him. Even when she said she did, his depressed mind told him she couldn’t. So he remained silent. He couldn’t trust himself to talk. He felt like maybe, just maybe, he could partially understand Felicity’s problem of late in that his own moods would not calm down at all. One second he was horribly sad, but then sneaking in under that was a temper ready to flare at the very person trying to comfort him. He didn’t want to look past the flare though, because already he could feel the tendrils of that weaving out, and it scared him more than any of the ones above it: absolutely nothing. He knew the last time that emotion – or lack thereof- took hold and it was the worst way to live. It had been when he thought Felicity dead. He felt so incredibly empty. Not even breathing seemed to matter; he only did it because it took actual effort to stop breathing.

Then she spoke one more time and it took a second to sink in, but when it did, he pulled out of the hug a little more sharply than originally intended and stared at her through blurred eyes. He wasn’t even sure what to think. A chance to say goodbye.

The memory came flooding back. When he’d practically fallen over himself meeting the real Remus, or a ghost of him at least. Felicity was responsible for that meeting. That was what she had done for Clare. She’d temporarily brought Jason back. Finally, he found a reaction to settle on, and shook his head, possibly with more energy than necessary, but everything was kind of exaggerated when his mind was this crazy. “Don’t you dare. Clare needed it, that I can understand, and you are a saint to do it for her. But you are also pregnant. I will not drain your energy just for me. If you raised him with Clare and honestly know that he is in Elysium, and that his family got to see him one last time, that is all I need to know.”

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Tag: @jackyd7813
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She frowned as he pulled back, and due to the sudden nature of it it kind of stung a bit. Had she said something wrong? She didn't mean to make him even more upset. This just goes to prove that if there was one occupation Felicity should never be it was a counselor because if she couldn't even help out her husband how would she be expected to help anyone else out? She thought giving him a chance to see his friend one more time would make him feel better but it only seemed to just hide a hidden anger in him, she didn't understand why, not until he spoke.

She sighed. "Remus... I was just trying to make you feel better. I didn't mean to make anything worse. I just..." She knit her eyebrows. For the daughter of the king of the Underworld she really wasn't sure how to help people cope with the subject of death. To her it was something that was normal, natural. Sure, it hurt when people she knew died but at least she knew they were being treated fairly in her fathers kingdom in response to how they lived their life. She wanted to help Remus and take care of him and make him feel better she just didn't know what to do. She didn't want to risk hugging him again because of the way he pulled back. She felt utterly helpless and she didn't like it.

"Look, Remus, I care about you and I really want to help you and I know it takes time and everything else. Just... if you need to rant, scream, cry, anything. I'm here for you, okay? Even if I am pregnant, you're my main concern. I just want you to know that, okay?" She said, trying her best to not appear too helpless but her pleading helpless look on her face betrayed her. She just couldn't help this excessive worry over him. Not that she wouldn't worry about him without the pregnancy but ever since that she's been even more worrisome and clingy towards him. She just never wanted to push it with him because she knew the kind of temper that he had.

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tag: Remus Stone
notes: so much shorter, I am so sorry

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He sighed. “I know, I know, I just don’t want you getting hurt is all. Please don’t hurt yourself on my account.” He stroked her cheek, trying to make her smile again. Anything to get that worry out of her eyes. Sure, he was depressed, but he hated seeing her worried like this even more.

He listened silently, his hand falling back to his side, then shook his head. “I know, Felicity. You mean the world to me. And I always appreciate you being here and I know you wouldn’t-” he stopped himself, probably too late, from saying something stupid. Then caught himself and retried. “I know you’re here for me. Just like I’m here for you. Always. You’re my everything.” He reached out and pulled her gently into an embrace, stroking her hair. “Without you, I’d be a goner. You know that, right? We need each other. And true to form, you came just when I needed you most.” He kissed the side of her head and pulled away slowly. “Now how about we enjoy this really potent tea, as I’m sure it’s been percolating far too long by now.” He chuckled. Then he stood up, picking up his mug, and offered a hand to help her up. “Tell me about your day.”

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Tag: @jackyd7813
Notes: Not as short as mine. I'm just happy it happened. The time without a lappy has made muse harder to find and now I don't have my playlists! (yet)