Date: Thu, 22 Jun 2000 13:58:47 -0700
From: Scott Hayes <savagegardenboy@angelfire.com>
Subject: "you're my angel" chapter 1, boybands

Disclaimer: Ronan Keating, Stephen Gately, Darren Hayes, Daniel Jones,
Yvonne and Jack, Boyzone, and Westlife don't belong to me.  Anything
said.done.implied here is not real.  I know nothing about their lives,
sexualities, families, personalities, homes, habits....you get the picture.

Note: Title comes from a beautiful song called, duh, "You're My Angel" by
Mikey Graham.  Well, what do you know, he's a Boyzoner!!!


Ronan plopped himself down on the couch in his living room and clicked on
the TV.  After flipping channels for a moment, he settled down to watch the
evening news.

"We return to our top story: Irish Air Flight 604 from Dublin to New York
has crashed over the Atlantic Ocean.  No survivors have been found, but the
Coast Guard is working on a search and rescue.  We will keep you updated as
more information becomes available."

Ronan barely heard the rest.  Flight 604 was his wife's flight.  This was
not supposed to happen.  His wife and son had been on that plane.  They
were not supposed to die.  They were supposed to get to New York safely,
and then he'd meet them there.  But a thought more disturbing caught up
with him.  He was originally going to go with them...on that plane.  But
when something had come up, he'd urged them to go then anyway.  He could
always meet them when they got there....

He was shaken from his thoughts by the sound of his mobile phone.
Cautiously, he picked it up.

"Yes?"

"Ro, it's Steve.  I'm coming to get you."

"Don't."  Although he was relieved to hear a familiar voice, he didn't want
to deal with anything.

"I need to make sure you're okay.  I heard it all, Ro.  I know what
happened."

"No, no you don't know.  How could you know?  They had a different
plane...."

"Ronan, I went with you to the aero port.  As bad as it is, that was there
plane."

"No, no it wasn't.  Stephen, you're lying to me.  They're lying to me.
Yvonne and Jack are on a different plane, and they're safe."

"Ronan..."

"Stephen!  Stop doing this to me!  You know as well as I do that they're
okay!  I'm gonna go see them in a couple of days, in New York, and we're
all gonna be together, a happy family.  And, and, and.... right?"  Ronan
didn't hear Stephen's answer, as the doorbell caught his ear.  He looked at
the door strangely for a moment before slowly going to get it.  It was
Stephen.  Ronan just stood there and looked at him.

"Ronan..."  He didn't say anything, but instead threw himself into
Stephen's arms, his tears finally falling.  And Stephen just held him.



The next few days were crazy for Stephen, who ended up taking care of all
of Ronan's business.  Ronan would talk to no one but Stephen, but he hardly
did that.  He did almost nothing but sit on the couch and stare at the
wall.  But every afternoon, he'd get up and walk to a small park near the
city.  There, he'd sit on a bench and just let the people walk by him,
ignoring all of them.  The death of his wife and son had been confirmed,
but he made no press statement about it.  He had no plans to go to the
funeral.  This became routine for him.  Get up early, change his clothes,
have a piece of toast, sit on the couch.  Have another piece of toast, sit
on the couch.  Go to the park, have a piece of toast.  Go to bed.  But he
rarely slept.  He just lay there, not thinking, not moving.  It was a
wonder he'd eat the toast, he didn't touch anything else Stephen tried to
feed him.  Stephen was getting worried, but there was little he could do.



"You're not watching that guy again, are you?" Daniel asked from the bed of
their hotel room.  Darren just turned around and grinned sheepishly.
"What's so interesting?  So he sits there every day, big deal."

"Yeah, but he looks so...sad.  And he doesn't do anything but sit, you
know?  No drink, no smoke, no food.  And look at his clothes, he's no bum."

"So why watch him?"

"It's different, that's all."  Daniel sighed and got up from the bed to
join Darren at the window.

"Have you ever thought about going down to see him?"  Darren jumped about a
mile high, and smacked Daniel on his chest.

"You scared me!"  Daniel just laughed.  "But I couldn't do that."

"What...go see him?  Why not?"

"It just wouldn't be...right."

"Whatever you say, mate," Daniel clapped Darren on the shoulder and went
back to lie down again.  But what Daniel had said would not leave Darren
alone as he watched out the window.



Ronan could tell someone was approaching him, but still he sat.  The
stranger stopped and stood in front of him.  Ronan waited for him to go
away, but the stranger didn't move.  And then he spoke.

"My name's Darren."