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@DarwinSenior 的贴子，我转到这里来；
原来在Abi Roux的汤上看到了一篇minion写的，相当的跌宕起伏，可惜Bronco被毁了，要不然我觉得完全可以接上#7的情节，虽然不是ficlets，但是我还是想发在这里。（心理描写让我觉得和原作差不多的感觉）

I drive your truckI roll every window downAnd I burn upEvery back road in this townI find a field, I tear it upTil all the pain’s a cloud of dustYeah, sometimes I drive your truck
I leave that radio playingThat same ole country station where ya left itYeah, man I crank it upAnd you’d probably punch my arm right nowIf you saw this tear rollin’ down on my faceHey, man I’m tryin’ to be toughAnd momma asked me this morningIf I’d been by your graveBut that flag and stone ain’t where I feel you anyway
The Bronco started with a purr as he turned the key. For being almost twenty years old, the old truck ran practically like new. But he didn’t expect anything less from Ty. His hands clenched on the steering wheel and he had to close his eyes as the country station came in. Ty had listened to everything and anything. If he turned it up, maybe it would drown out the sound of his heart breaking all over again. Shifting into gear he pulled out of the gravel drive way and sped down the road. Bluefield had plenty of back roads, and Zane had found more than a few. He remembered Ty showing him around, secret places he’d had as a child. Back woods places he’d gone to hoping for peace of mind. Inevitably, Zane always ended up in that spot. He swallowed hard, eyes burning as a tear made its way down his cheek. Ty would probably punch him if he saw it and call him a pansy. The thought only brought a flickering smile and more tears. Mara had asked him that morning if he’d been to Ty’s grave. He had, but not for the funeral.
Nick had pounded on his door for what had felt like hours demanding that he show himself. Some of the names that had come out of the Marines mouth didn’t bare repeating but Zane hadn’t even pulled himself from the spot on the couch. In all honesty, he couldn’t really say how long it had been before someone had convinced Nick that if they didn’t leave they were going to be late. Zane couldn’t go. Couldn’t force himself to endure the insincere smiles and pats on the shoulder while everyone told him how sorry they were for his loss. They didn’t know what he’d lost. Couldn’t even begin to comprehend. A day, or maybe two, he’d managed to drag himself there. The engraved words B. Tyler Grady A hero until the end. The words were hollow. Like Zane’s heart, and like the graveyard. Ty had an energy about him. Constantly in motion even when sitting still. The too quiet concrete garden didn’t say Ty to him, regardless of where his body was laid. Somehow, Mara’s strained voice demanding he get his ass to West Virginia over the answering machine had gotten through the haze he’d been walking through enough to manage to pack and buy a plane ticket. He’d almost been relieved not to have to stay in the home that he and Ty had built where every breath and every crevice was filled with a memory, maybe if he’d been a little less masochistic he would have been more appreciative.

I drive your truckI roll every window downAnd I burn upEvery back road in this townI find a field, I tear it upTil all the pain’s a cloud of dustYeah, sometimes I drive your truck
I’ve cussed, I’ve prayed, I’ve said goodbyeShook my fist and asked God whyThese days when I’m missing you this much
Zane tried to breathe. The cool crisp mountain air didn’t seem to loosen the tightness in his chest any. Even with the windows down. He slammed his palm against the steering wheel swearing, even as the road grew blurry before he blinked the tears away. “DAMMIT TY! You just had to leave before me?!” Zane wasn’t even sure whether he was talking about Ty leaving Baltimore to act as support for another team or if he meant dying. Maybe both. Probably both. The road he was on could hardly be called a road before ending at the river and Zane threw it into park. “You fucking bastard.” The words coming out broken as the tears came quicker. Zane couldn’t count the number of times he’d fucked up in his life, and moments he regretted, but this was the one he wasn’t sure he could come back from. One he wasn’t sure he wanted to come back from. Again, he hadn’t been there. States away where he couldn’t do anything. Arms crossed over the steering wheel Zane put his head in them and just let the tears come, it’d already been a month and he knew the pain was never going to go away. Zane didn’t know how long he sat like that before the tears finally ran dry though he still didn’t raise his head. “I miss you.”

I drive your truckI roll every window downAnd I burn upEvery back road in this townI find a field, I tear it upTil all the pain’s a cloud of dustYeah, sometimes, brother sometimes
I drive your truckI drive your truckI hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mindI drive your truck
“I miss you, too.” Zane didn’t even blink. Somehow, the idea that he was hearing voices of the dead didn’t even faze him. He was sure Deuce would have something to say about that if he told him. Some way to psychoanalyze him.
“Fuck you.” Zane told the ghost of his partner not even bothering to look up. An echo of a memory, of Ty saying he didn’t play at crazy flitted through his mind.
“You already have….Just not recently.” There was always something that was amusing Ty. He couldn’t even manage to be dead serious. He almost smiled to himself imagining Ty groaning about his awful puns. Zane flinched hard when a hand reached through the open window. He was about to growl something nasty to whatever poor person was interrupting his fantasies only to find startled eyes on Ty. Zane swallowed past the thickness in his throat. Maybe he should talk to Deuce. “You’re not sleeping are you?” There was quiet concern in the question. The black beneath Zane’s eyes could have been paint they were so dark.
“I never do unless you’re in bed with me.” Zane answered automatically. Ty knew it as well as he did, he didn’t have to say it. Zane didn’t have any explanation for how the apparition before him was able to open the door and pulled him unresisting out of the truck. Zane hadn’t bothered with the seat belt. A passive disregard for his own health, much like his addictions had been. But the arms around him felt too real. Too solid to wholly be a hallucination. The lips suddenly against his too familiar. “Ty…”
“I’m sorry Zane. I didn’t know what they were doing. The explosion had me out for a week and when I came to enough to ask ‘what the hell?’ Burns said they’d seized the opportunity to make it look like I’d died.”
The information had Zane’s head reeling for a moment before one thing should out loud and clear. Ty was alive.
The fist took Ty by surprise, the pain shooting up the whole side of his face. “You fucking BASTARD!” When Ty looked back at Zane his eyes blazed. Ty stopped the second swing reflexively.
“Hey! It wasn’t my idea Garret! You think I wanted to let everyone think I was dead? You? Mom? Dad? Grandpa? Deuce? I tried like hell to at least make Burns let me contact you, where do you think he got that shiner?”
The response wasn’t a verbal one as Zane grabbed him by the shirt and threw him up against the Bronco, immediately covering him with his body and kissing him violently. It still surprised Ty when Zane managed to manhandle him, but it didn’t stop him any from immediately pressing up against the taller man and returning the kiss. Ty couldn’t stop the groan that came from him. A month without even seeing Zane or hearing his voice was far too long as far as Ty was concerned.
They were both breathless by the time the kiss ended, and Zane pressed his forehead against Ty’s. Full lips curled into the customary smug look that was both endearing and annoying. “So you missed me huh?”
“Shut up Grady.” Zane immediately growled before giving Ty an alternate use for his mouth. Ty was somehow managing to still smirk at him when the kiss ended, but the look in his eyes was tender, healing the broken pieces of Zane’s damaged heart.
“I love you, too, Garret.”

跪了。。我去找青云姐翻译去了。。

用谷歌翻译之后还是觉得还是看英文比较懂。。。