I'll Work On Believing It
It’s the end, the chills whisper, sweeping around his ears. So close now.
Will helplessly lifts his hand to his neck, wishing he could press the reflex out of existence. It feels like he’s seen a pencil rolling off a table, moving too fast to catch as it teeters on the precipice. He can only watch the weight tip over the edge, tumbling down, down, down—
(A post Season 4 continuation of the first crossover fic in this series!)