18 August 2014 @ 03:48 pm
Title: Upside Down
Author: [livejournal.com profile] kaossbells & [livejournal.com profile] mcsparklez
Beta: the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] gypsyjaeger
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Belldom
Summary: Based on the mkmeme prompt: A rich music collector has almost everything he ever craved for, almost. One special object is still missing in his collection: Matthew Bellamy!
Warnings: language, violence
Feedback: Is like Matt Bellamy bathing in red glitter; fabulous.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and has never happened. We do not own any of the people mentioned and do not mean to offend.

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3a] [Chapter 3b] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5a] [Chapter 5b] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7a] [Chapter 7b] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10a] [Chapter 10b] [Chapter 10c] [Chapter 10d] [Chapter 11] [AO3]

A dream.

It could only be a dream. Dom couldn’t be here, after all. He was in jail. He was gone. He would never see him again.

But the blonde in front of him touched his cheek and caressed it like he always did whenever they ended up in bed and had one of their softer moments. And it felt so, so real, like salvation coming to embrace him and end his misery in this shithole.

“It’s okay. I’m here now, Matt,” Dom said and, for one moment, Matt believed it.

“Come on,” the blonde continued and pulled Matt up so he would sit on the edge of the bed. “We have to get out of here.”

Matt shook his head and closed his eyes. “You can’t be real.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You.” Matt waved his hands around in a fruitless effort to articulate his thought chaos. Dom could safely say that he’d missed it, a lot. “You can’t be here. No one can find me here. And you’re… because of me…”

“No, no, no.” Dom grabbed his shoulders tightly. “I’m here. I’m here. And we’re going home now. You and me together.”

The drummer softly kissed his cheek. Matt didn’t know what to do. He wouldn’t survive this, not again. He wanted to see Dom again, the real Dom, not his made up versions. He wanted home.

His eyes fell to Dom’s hands resting on his thighs. His brow creased when he saw something that felt off to him.

“You’re hurt.”


There was blood on the blonde’s palm. He grabbed the hand and inspected the cut carefully. It wasn’t a deep cut, just enough to make it bleed, but still, it was a wound. The Dom in his dreams was never hurt. He was always as perfect and pristine as he’d been the last day they’d spent together.

Feeling brave, his eyes roamed the drummer’s face. Looking at him properly now, Matt could see that this Dom was indeed different from his made up versions. This one looked like he had lost a few pounds and dark circles rimmed the paper-thin skin under his eyes. He looked wrecked and if Matt hadn’t known any better he would have thought the drummer had easily aged by a couple of years since their last meeting.


Matt raised his hand to touch Dom’s chest, then his shoulders and finally his face. He felt real to his touch, the warm and smooth texture of skin under his fingertips, not like all the other times when Matt had made up the drummer so he wouldn’t feel so alone and could fall asleep.

With a broken sob he lunged forward into Dom’s arms who struggled to keep his balance for a moment. Matt pressed his face into the firm chest and the blonde immediately wrapped his arms around his skinny frame to hug him tightly. His own eyes watered when he heard the heart wrenching noises Matt released into the fabric over his chest.

“I’m here,” Dom repeated once again and softly kissed the smaller man’s temple. It was still unbelievable to him to hold the singer after such a long time.

“I thought I’d never see you again.”

“I know, me too.”

“How did you-” Another sob ripped through the lithe body. “How did you find me? Did you get my message?”

Dom nodded. He then took Matt’s left hand and raised it to eye level. The necklace still dangled from the thin wrist.. “I did. She stole my necklace the other day, but I couldn’t make the connection until I saw the video.”

He slowly tried to get up from his crouched position and pull Matt with him, but somehow the singer seemed to be unable to move. “We can talk later. For now, we have to get out of here.”

“But…” the brunette mumbled something unintelligible before looking up at his friend. “Suzanne told me you were in prison…”

“I was. But I managed to overwhelm the guard and escaped. Matt, we don’t-” but the singer cut him short.

“You broke out of prison? How did you find me?” The singer was frozen to the spot and although Dom clutched his arms, trying to get him up, Matt stayed immobile.

“Matt, come on, we need to get going!” Frustration quickly overtook Dom’s every thought. Why couldn’t Matt just listen to him? They would have plenty of time to talk about everything afterwards. Still, Matt’s body and mind seemed to work against all reasoning. “I got the information from the police station and broke into the house. Now, come on, please!” Dom sighed in exasperation. He hated begging, but whatever got Matt out of this state worked for him.

The singer nodded slowly and Dom got the impression that maybe, yes, his friend was indeed suffering from some kind of overstimulation. He couldn’t really blame him considering the situation, but as his main objective was to get them out safely, Matt’s condition posed some major difficulties.

“You broke in here? Without her noticing you?” Blue eyes widened in disbelief. Apparently Suzanne had made one hell of an impression on Matt.

“Yeah, she’s not omniscient.”

Matt frowned at that, just as if he couldn’t really believe this statement. Dom felt like giving Matt a good smack to the head to get his thoughts straight again. But maybe it was a normal reaction after his solitary confinement of sorts.

“Please, Matt,” he almost whimpered and tugged at the singer’s arms again.

“But Dom… you shouldn’t have come alone,” Matt whispered and added, “She’s everywhere.”

“Oh for the love of… No Matt, she isn’t. I got in here, see? Her own house, and she would’ve stopped me, if she was here, no? This woman is not as smart or resourceful as she might’ve made you think.”

A quiet creaking sound followed by one horribly clichéd slow-clap made Dom’s blood run cold from one second to the next while Matt went rigid in his arms. Shit, what now? Maybe he’d been a bit too rash in his assessment of the situation.

“Good evening, Dominic,” Suzanne greeted him. She stood at the door and pulled a gun out of her waistband. “I didn’t expect to find you here, I must admit that. But you did well, I’m impressed. One little hero, you are. Albeit a tragic one, I fear, as your journey ends here.” She pointed the muzzle directly at him.

“Well, you made sure not to make it too easy for me, seeing as you were so nice to upload the video from my place.”

“Indeed. A nice surprise, wasn’t it?”

Dom could hear her taking a few steps behind his back until he could feel her standing only inches behind him. Matt pressed into his chest more forcefully, afraid that they’d be separated again, maybe forever this time. He wouldn’t let that happen, though. Not again, not ever.

With a sudden bout of courage he slowly turned to face her, ignoring Matt’s tiny whimpers of protest. He moved the smaller man behind him so Dom could shield him from whatever Suzanne would be doing next. The drummer stared down the gun with a mix of determination and fear.

“It’s over,” he said and surprised himself with how steady he sounded. “The police knows and they will come and get you. I figured out that it was you all along and I told them. And you didn’t even realise how many clues Matt snuck into your video. Not so observant after all, huh, Rachel?”

She glared at him. “Oh, are they, now? How come you’re here alone, then? All your clues won’t help you now. See, I’m the one in charge. I always am.”

Well, she was definitely in charge now, with a fucking gun pointing at his head. And to add to their hopeless situation, they were indeed on their own. How stupid had he been? He wasn’t going to give up, though. He’d come this close, he had Matt beside him and he would fucking get them out. It wasn’t only now or never anymore, but also a dead or alive situation.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to ignore the fact that a bullet could rip through his brain any moment and collected all the courage he could find. “Let us leave now.”

“Do you really believe I would do that?” She laughed at him and pulled back the hammer of the gun. “You were foolish to come here. I do not care what happens to you, but I do care about Matthew a lot. You take him with you, he reverts back to his useless self. Here he can be free.”

Huffing in disbelief, the blonde gritted his teeth and tried to further cover Matt’s body with his own. It was more like an instinct than anything else. Because this was Matt, after all. His Matt.

“Free,” he spat disgustedly and pointedly raised his eyebrows while taking one look around his best friend’s prison. “You must be joking.”

“Of course you don’t understand. I never expected you to. But Matthew knows what I have gifted him with. I gave him peace and solitude. I purged him of your influence.” With a regretful sigh she walked further into the room. “But alas, he still never quite managed to free himself of you.”

That actually made Dom grin in satisfaction. Not that he believed any of the insane things she told him, but it made him feel like he had somehow managed to keep his connection with the singer. Despite their separation and everything they had both gone through. They had been each other’s lifelines. Just like it had always been and always would be.

“Yeah, well,” he replied and felt Matt crouching deeper into the space behind him. That woman instilled a direct sense of fear in the smaller man and Dom hated her for it with every cell of his body. He had never seen his friend like this before and it made his heart clench painfully. “Some things do not have to be purged. Maybe you’re just not as great as you think you are. I got in here, after all. And you didn’t even notice.”

“Oh please,” she snorted, “of course I noticed. Your climbing into my house over a tree was not exactly subtle. I didn’t expect you to come this far, or find him this quickly, granted, but that does not change a thing.” She waved dismissively at him and actually had the nerve to roll her eyes in annoyance. “I just do not deem you a real threat. But it was entertaining to watch you try. You are nothing but a pathetic fool. Who would even think about taking action like you did without frequenting the police? You came here unarmed and without backup.”

“I meant it when I said that they know! They know about the necklace and your dead accomplice and your connection to the café and your fake identity. They know everything and they will come and get you!” Well, technically it wasn’t a lie. And Whitman probably already had a good idea of where he had been headed after his prison break, anyway. But there was no way of being completely sure that help was already on its way. It didn’t really matter, though, the only person he could really rely on at the moment was himself. That had been the premise from the moment on he had decided to act on his plan.

Suzanne’s face had taken on an expression of sheer contempt and she pursed her lips as she looked down at him. For a second it really seemed like she was considering his words, but then a sneer formed on her face and she took a few more steps towards him.

“See, that’s the difference between you and me. I know when a plan has failed,” she almost laughed.

“How has my plan failed? I’m here, aren’t I?” Dom spat back, still trying to shield as much of Matt’s body with his own as possible.

“Yes, you are. And you are going to stay,” she grinned. “I think Matthew would like that. Wouldn’t you?” She leant forward just a little so as to get a look at the frightened singer. He didn’t move, didn’t react, didn’t even give the slightest indication that he had heard her. “Yes, I think he would.”

“No one is going to stay! Matt and I are going to leave and you’re going to prison!” Dom retorted, but didn’t really feel the same confidence he tried to exude. Not with a gun still pointed at his head. Yes, he had come this far and no, he didn’t plan on giving up now. But he wasn’t the fearless hero his actions suggested. Truth be told, he was scared as fuck.

Suzanne rolled her eyes at him and in one swift motion turned the gun around in her hand, gripping the barrel with her nimble fingers and, without another word, taking a swing to let the pistol butt connect with the side of Dom’s head. It happened so quickly that Dom didn’t have the chance to react. The pain that was now shooting through his head and from there spreading through his body was blinding. All control over his limbs seemed to leave him and for a second there were only little, sparkly stars dancing in front of his eyes. His body crumbled, his own weight suddenly too much to support. Then his shoulder met the ground and he rolled forward a bit, grabbing for his head, the source of his pain, but it did nothing to ease it.

Ironically, it was exactly this Matt had needed to get out of his fear induced stupor. He was beside the drummer in an instant, stroking some of his hair out of his forehead to get a look at the dilated eyes of his friend. Blood slowly started to trickle out of the gash the gun had caused.

“Dom…” the singer breathed, feeling wholly responsible for the misery Dom had gotten himself into by coming to his rescue.

All the while Suzanne had slowly started to walk back to the door, a triumphant look on her face as she looked over her shoulder at the distraught musicians. Dom didn’t leave Matt any time to inspect the wound. The drummer’s head was pounding madly, but he knew all would have been in vain if he let her shut that door now.

“Sleep now,” she whispered almost patronisingly and already had her hand on the door handle.

It was that moment Dom managed to get together enough strength to get to his knees again. He shoved Matt to the side and pushed himself into a crouching position. His head was still spinning, but he already saw the door closing behind their captor. It was one of those now or never situations and so the drummer took everything he had left and sprinted towards the massive metal door, leaving Matt sitting on the floor with a horrified expression on his face. More pain shot through his every fibre as his shoulder crashed into the metal. But it worked. It really worked! The door flew open once more and he could hear Suzanne smash into it forcefully on the other side.

Taking just a second to catch his laboured breath, he snuck a look around the door and saw Suzanne lying between the door and the white-washed wall, her head lolling oddly on her shoulder with her eyes unfocused.

“Matt!” he then cried out and quickly made his way back to the singer. “Get up, we need to hurry!”

“Dom, what-” Matt started, giving him a startled look, but got pulled to his feet by his friend.

“There is no time,” Dom silenced him and, with a firm grip on his forearm, pulled him through the door and past the slowly recovering Suzanne.

“I… I can’t believe it…” Matt mumbled as they stormed towards the first flight of stairs. “We could manage… Do you think we’ll manage?” A spark of hope glistened in his eyes and Dom’s heart skipped a beat. Matt had finally come back to reality, to him. Now they would manage. He was sure of it.

One last glance over his shoulder made Matt’s blood freeze, though. Suzanne had managed to get back on her feet, and although she still looked utterly disoriented and clumsy, she was still a force to be reckoned with.

“Run!” Matt screamed at the top of his lungs and that spurted Dom on even more.

Just as they reached the upper basement, a loud shot rang through the hallway and Matt’s eyes widened when he saw the tiny black hole in the white wall to his left. Shit! She had recovered far too quickly. Her aim wasn’t the best yet, but that would only be a matter of time. A short time. Dom was thinking the exact same thing as his grip around Matt’s arm tightened and he moved up a gear.

Finally Dom’s hand closed around the handle of the upper basement door and they stumbled into the long, nightmarish ground floor corridor. Quick-wittedly, Dom threw the door shut behind them again and while his sight was slowly coming back into focus, he managed to push the still stinging pain that made his temple throb to the back of his mind. Adrenaline was a wondrous thing, he mused.

Without hesitation, they moved on. Running past countless doors Dom tried to remember the way he had come. There were the stairs he had climbed down. Or were they? Everything looked kind of the same and he could not be too sure. There were decorations he thought he had seen before. Pictures and vases and tiny statues flew past them in a blur and the only steady thing in that moment was the connection between Dom’s hand and Matt’s wrist. His grip had slipped a bit, but it actually left Matt more room to run properly. Maybe if they just got to the front door…

And just like that it came into view. A huge, richly decorated door with stained-glass windows.

“Yes!” Dom breathed, almost relieved.

But then Matt’s muscles flexed under his fingers and he heard him say, “Dom, it’s locked. I tried to get out before, but it was locked!”

“No,” the blonde replied stubbornly and only stopped when they were standing directly in front of the door. Taking no time to think, he let go of Matt’s wrist to grip the golden handle and started to push and pull, Matt shifting nervously from one leg to the other next to him, constantly turning around to check for any signs of Suzanne. But no matter how hard Dom tried, the stupid thing just wouldn’t give way.

“Shit,” he breathed, rubbing the sweat and tiny rivulets of blood off his forehead, and turned back to Matt. There had to be another way out. Think, Howard! Think! The window he’d entered through was no option, they’d break their necks trying to get down there. Not to mention that they’d never be quick enough. So what else could they do? He tried to remember the various rooms he’d seen. Most of them had been door- and windowless. Except… The glass room! Yes! Maybe they could get out through the glass room! Then a loud bang sounded through the corridor.

Two pairs of eyes turned back the way they’d come and only a second later the most unwanted figure of all turned a corner and came into view, gun cocked and eyes firmly trained on the two men. While Matt seemed to be frozen to the spot again, Dom wasn’t quite ready to let her win, yet.

“Come on, I know where to go!” he urged Matt on and shouted, “This way,” while pointing towards another hall to their right. He couldn’t be too sure if he had indeed come this way, but they had no other choice if they wanted to find the glass room again. He couldn’t and wouldn’t disappoint Matt, and this was the only solution he had left.

When they turned into the corridor he recognised a few items on shelves he’d seen before. Maybe he had remembered correctly. But there was still the problem of the millions of doors lining the corridor. Which door was it? Which door led to the room made completely of glass?

With his brain having taken the hard blow earlier it couldn’t stay focused on the matter and coordinate his legs correctly at the same time anymore. The blonde’s foot caught on the carpet and his body rushed forward, his hands pushing forward to cushion his fall. Still, he groaned when his body came in contact with the floor, his head throbbing once again painfully.

Matt was in front of him, but stopped dead in his tracks when he realised that the drummer wasn’t following him anymore. He turned around and approached Dom, who shook his head weakly. Run, you idiot, he thought when heel clad footsteps came closer.

“Are you okay?” Matt asked and hauled him up without wasting another second.

Dom nodded, but his head still swam from the sudden movements. Maybe he did have a concussion after all. Shaky hands then pushed his back forward and Dom turned around to see Matt trying to get him to move. Over the singer’s shoulder he could see Suzanne approaching, now dangerously close to them, and heard the ignition of the gun. That spurred him on to pull himself together and keep going. His gaze fell on the second to last door on the right which was left open. He could see a sliver of glass. Yes, that was the room. It had to be.

“Come on!”

He pushed forward and Matt followed him until they were only a few steps away from their destination. Another shot rang through the hall, but this time it was followed by a wince from the singer and the sound of his body hitting the wall.

When Dom turned everything seemed to be in slow motion. He saw his best friend’s tightly shut eyes, and how his hand clenched around his left shoulder. Red liquid seeped from between the digits. Dom’s gaze turned to Suzanne who was coming towards them, gun still raised and as dangerous as ever. He looked back to Matt, his eyes wide when the brunette stared right back at him. Panicked blue met helpless grey.

And just like that, time sped up again. Matt pushed himself off the wall and against Dom before they dashed into the room they’d been intending to enter. The door was thrown shut and locked behind them, and they quickly moved away from it in case Suzanne decided to shoot them through the wood.

Dom stared at the door blankly, waiting for a reaction or sound from the other side. When none came his body slowly cooled down enough to let some of the adrenaline wear off. His head hurt like he had been hit by a lorry, but it didn’t stop his mind from slowly catching up with what had happened in the corridor.


The singer was leaning against one of the glass walls, leaving red streaks on the pristine glass when he slid down to the floor. Dom immediately crouched down next to him.

“I’m okay,” Matt assured him, but he didn’t look like it, at least not to Dom. He was sweating and shaking and taking quick, shallow breaths as if in a strong fever, his whole body tense with his hand still clasped over where the bullet had apparently hit him.

With shaking hands he peeled Matt’s fingers off his upper arm. Blood immediately flowed onto his own fingers, but that didn’t matter right now. He needed to assess the damage.

“I’m sorry. Oh god, Matt. I’m sorry!”

Matt had indeed been shot. He was bleeding and hurting and it was all Dom’s fault. If he hadn’t been so clumsy and hadn’t fallen they would have entered the room and escaped. Instead, Matt was losing blood, his very life essence, and would bleed to death before they could even try to leave this hell, and it would be Dom’s fault. He would-


Matt’s unsure whisper brought him back to reality. He couldn’t panic and lose his head now. They weren’t out of the woods and he’d promised himself and Chris he’d bring Matt home. He needed to take care of Matt, make sure he could get him out of here. That was Priority Number 1. Yes, capital letters. Keep your head cool, just for a bit longer. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. After the second intake he could already feel his panic recede a bit. He could do this. They were so close.

As calmly as he could he inspected the wound and found no hole. The bullet seemed to have grazed the singer’s shoulder. There was a semi-deep gash, but no hole. No hole, he thought and released the breath he’d been holding. However, Dom wasn’t an expert in gun wounds - or well, any wounds, really - and he wouldn’t trust his own assessment. Matt needed medical attention, and that as quickly as possible.

A warm hand on his cheek made the drummer look up. Matt stared at him intently and rubbed his skin before his hand traveled up to push the few strands of blood soaked hair out of his face again.

“You’re bleeding,” he stated quietly.

Dom countered, “So are you.” The situation felt so bizarre to him that he couldn’t help but grin.

Matt returned it tentatively, but winced immediately when he moved his arm. Dom didn’t waste another second and ripped a piece from his shirt. He then tied it around Matt’s shoulder and made sure it was tight enough to stop the bleeding.

Once, years ago, Matt had taken Dom to a shooting ranch on a whim. There had been a course about how to treat gun wounds in case first aid was needed. The instructor had explained that first and foremost it was important to stop the bleeding and had proceeded to show them how to tie the bandage properly. At the time Dom had found the whole thing stupid and unnecessary because he hadn’t intended to go back ever again, let alone end up in a shooting, but now he was thankful for every bit of information he had soaked up. There had also been a lot of talk about how the victim had to be kept still, but that wasn’t an option right now. Shock treatment didn’t seem to be needed, as Matt was responsive and as focused as the situation allowed him to be. Was there anything else the instructor had said? He tried to remember any additional information, but his brain came up with nothing. New panic rose in him. What if he had forgotten anything essential? He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he could have prevented Matt from suffering even more.

“Last chance to come out on your own free will,” they heard Suzanne from the other side of the door, successfully interrupting Dom’s dark train of thought. “Come home, Matthew. Or I’ll have to hang poor Dominic’s remains over your bed to remind you of the consequences of your behaviour.”

“Dom, maybe I should…” Matt started, but didn’t even get a chance to finish his sentence.

“No, cut that crap! Don’t even try to be some martyr arsehole, you’re not going back into that shithole, and I’m not going to leave you,” Dom scolded him immediately.

“But… you shouldn’t even be here,” the singer voiced on a laboured breath and pressed his hand back to the bandage.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” the blonde cried out in exasperation. “Don’t you even dare! We’re not, I repeat, not going there. No one is going to be left behind, we’re not in some stupid movie. Got it?”

“Yeah.” Matt nodded reluctantly and averted his eyes. Truth be told, he didn’t have much hope left. Yes, Dom had gotten them out of the basement. Yes, they’d shut out Suzanne for the moment. But now he was a burden to his friend and to himself, more a liability than a help. His head was swimming and he felt dizzy from pain and blood loss.

Dom felt Matt’s insecurity and could see the doubt in his eyes. Slowly he placed his hands on the singer’s sagged shoulders, forcing the smaller man to look at him. “Listen, we’re going to do this. I’ll get you out of here, no matter what. I promise you that. Now, let’s get you up.” Carefully, he pulled Matt back to his feet and, with an almost begging look, urged him to stay there.

Then the drummer quickly scanned the room properly for the first time. The windows looked old, not the modern double-glazing you would find in a newer house. But still, there was no window that stood out from the others, none that looked like it also acted as a door. He could see the hedge he’d tried to get through earlier in the pale light of dusk. Maybe this would have to be their escape now.

With an unsure smile he turned back to Matt who was still leaning against one of the furthest windows. “It always works in the movies, right?”
“What does?” Matt replied quietly and kept pressing his hand to his hurting shoulder.

“Jumping through a window, badass style,” Dom tried to force a smile out of his friend, but saw fear in his eyes.

“I’m not going to make it,” the brunette mumbled, trying to keep himself upright.

Disbelievingly, Dom shook his head and took a few swift steps to close the distance between them. Since his arrival Matt had already gone through so many mood changes that it made Dom’s head spin. He’d been catatonic and hopeless, active and all there, and now he was close to giving up again. And he hated it. He hated this side of his best friend, and in this moment they - he - needed nothing more than crazy, adventurous Matt. The Matt who wouldn’t give up easily and was reckless beyond anything Dom had ever seen, who’d jump through a window and a ring of fire if needed.

Matt winced a bit as Dom lightly stroked his arm and tried to make the singer look at him again. The blonde felt a pang in his stomach when he realised that every touch seemed to cause his friend more pain. So instead of insisting on letting Matt check his wound again, he put a hand to the side of his neck. Immediately, Matt’s eyes snapped up and met his.

“Matt…” he sighed deeply. “Look, I know that this is very hard on you. I cannot even start to imagine what you have gone through and what has brought this… this resignation on you. But you have to trust me. There is nothing I want more than to get you out of here. You have to understand that! We have come this far and I am never ever going to leave without you. You know you mean the world to me, right? I never gave up on you so please do the same.”


“No… I mean it, Matt. You’re the most important person in my life. I… “ He took a deep breath. No going back, might as well get it out now. “I love you so much. And I won’t accept a life without you.”

At that, Matt’s eyes widened and he went completely rigid. “Dom,” he repeated shakily, but the blonde just smiled softly. When no further reaction came from the singer, though, just wide-eyed staring, Dom’s smile dropped a bit and he turned back to further inspect the window wall. Apparently the singer was still too out of it to realise what was going on around him. He hid his sigh from Matt because he didn’t want to upset him, but secretly he wished badly for Normal Matt’s return (and wasn’t that something he’d never thought he would say?). He could really use some help right about now.

“Alright, let’s get out of here.”

Feeling on his one once more, he knelt down by a window and tried to find out a weak spot, fingering around the frame and examining its structure. Obviously they seemed to be least stable towards the centre. He tapped the glass with his fingers and found this theory confirmed as it seemed to rattle quietly.

Suddenly the blonde sensed his friend approaching and quickly got up to his feet again, worry written all over his features. “You alright?”

The answering nod was a lot more self-assured than Matt’s previous actions had been and Dom could see that his posture had changed as well. The singer let go of his shoulder in favour of grabbing Dom’s hand. Relief instantly flooded the blonde and he squeezed Matt’s fingers reassuringly.

Matt still felt completely dumbfounded and wasn’t sure what to make of Dom’s declaration. Did he mean it? Or was it some out-of-the-moment stuff? Did he say it to get his brain to work again? In any case, it had definitely helped. Matt finally felt some life pumping through his body again. There was blood in his arteries, air in his lungs, feeling in his limbs, movement in his heart, and thoughts in his head. He felt alive.

“Let’s do this,” Matt said and nodded to the window. “You’re right, it always works in the movies. And it’s our best shot.”

It was that moment when another deafening shot rang through the hallway and made the door they’d come through shake dangerously. Instinctively, Dom tightened his grip around Matt’s hand and pulled the singer with him. They needed some motion if they wanted to actually break that window. Another sharp sound at the door handle announced how Suzanne was rapidly closing in on them.

“You ready?” The blonde looked at Matt, knowing that they had to jump anyway, no matter how ready they actually were.

The singer seemed to be thinking the same as he nodded and then trained his eyes on the glass. It seemed to grow more massive by the second, but that was probably just his imagination. Because, yes, he was scared alright. But that didn’t change him in his resolve to trust Dom and just go with him.

“On 3. 1…”

The doorknob rattled loudly, another shot ringing through the room when the bullet hit the metal of the lock. Matt looked nervously behind him.


The door swung open.

“3!” Dom shouted and together they sprinted towards the window when Suzanne entered the room, angry eyes trying to locate them.

Their hands squeezed tighter and their other arms flew up (Matt wincing from the effort) to shield their faces from the upcoming impact. Closer and closer to freedom, until they finally hit the transparent barrier and-

Matt's mind went blank.

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