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Requiem by dee_ayy (PG-13)
Fandom: EMERGENCY!
Pairing: none
Author on LJ:
Author Website: dee_ayys Emergency! fan fic
Why this must be read:
When you read my brilliant E! fandom overview (you did read it, right?) you'll remember that I mentioned an odd piece of fanon: the death of Chet Kelly.
Many stories address it. But dee_ayy's "Requeim" is one of the few that actually does it justice.
Requiem
Pairing: none
Author on LJ:
Author Website: dee_ayys Emergency! fan fic
Why this must be read:
When you read my brilliant E! fandom overview (you did read it, right?) you'll remember that I mentioned an odd piece of fanon: the death of Chet Kelly.
Many stories address it. But dee_ayy's "Requeim" is one of the few that actually does it justice.
He took a deep breath and started again. “Chet Kelly was an excellent firefighter, a good man, and a loyal friend.” As he spoke, much to his horror, John’s voice seemed to rise two octaves at least. He stopped, swallowed hard, and closed his eyes.
Man, Chet’s gonna ride me for weeks about this, he thought--and was instantly stunned by the realization. No, of course, he wouldn’t. Chet would never ride him about anything ever again.
And just like that, memories--things John had been holding at bay for five long days--came flooding back like a tidal wave, and he was powerless to stop them. He stared at the paper, the words losing focus, and saw Chet trying to get Henry into his dog house. Chet setting his new skis on fire. Chet challenging everyone to wrist-wrestling matches. Chet riding him about his latest girl troubles. And the water bombs. In the cabinets, over the doors, in his locker. All those water bombs.
He felt a hand on his arm as the smile brought by all those memories came to his lips, but he shook the priest off. He was okay; he knew what to do now. And he knew why Chet had chosen him.
John shook his head, and faced the congregation with a grin. “You know,” he said, “Kelly was all those things. But you know what he really was?” John let his eyes travel from face to face: Hank, Mike, Marco, Chet’s family, Roy. He knew what he was about to say was right. He hoped they did, too.
“Chet was a pain in the ass.”
Man, Chet’s gonna ride me for weeks about this, he thought--and was instantly stunned by the realization. No, of course, he wouldn’t. Chet would never ride him about anything ever again.
And just like that, memories--things John had been holding at bay for five long days--came flooding back like a tidal wave, and he was powerless to stop them. He stared at the paper, the words losing focus, and saw Chet trying to get Henry into his dog house. Chet setting his new skis on fire. Chet challenging everyone to wrist-wrestling matches. Chet riding him about his latest girl troubles. And the water bombs. In the cabinets, over the doors, in his locker. All those water bombs.
He felt a hand on his arm as the smile brought by all those memories came to his lips, but he shook the priest off. He was okay; he knew what to do now. And he knew why Chet had chosen him.
John shook his head, and faced the congregation with a grin. “You know,” he said, “Kelly was all those things. But you know what he really was?” John let his eyes travel from face to face: Hank, Mike, Marco, Chet’s family, Roy. He knew what he was about to say was right. He hoped they did, too.
“Chet was a pain in the ass.”
Requiem