Title: Horizon
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Although these characters are based on real people, they are by no means accurate representations of them. Nor are any of the situations described based on actual events. This is fiction for the pure and simple pleasure of it.
Summary: Hyde sings his baby to sleep.
Note: Just an image in my mind I wanted to write out. I think Hyde’s son is well past infant now. >.> Kind of nice to listen to Hyde’s song “Horizon” while reading it. Rather short.

“Horizon’s rise… here in my eyes… a sound of silence calls…” Hyde trailed off, smiling at the small creature in his arms who had finally fallen asleep. His son. His beautiful baby boy. Could any man be luckier?

The song was a gift to the child. Although it had been written long before he was born, it had come to his father’s mind as a lullaby and now, finally, he was able to sing it the way he had intended.

Sing. Singing. It was all Hyde did. Singing, writing, and playing music. It was his living, his life, and his joy. On stage he took on the form of the mad man, the genius, and the rock god – really, weren’t they all the same creature? – but with his son he was none of that.

They didn’t get a lot of time together, Hyde’s busy schedule didn’t allow it, so the time they did get was special. And theirs. The tiny body in his arms didn’t care who he was or what he did or how he did it. All that the little boy cared about was that it was his daddy’s voice singing to him.

Carefully, Hyde moved the small, warm body to the cradle and covered it with a soft blanket. “Sleep well, little one.”