Hello! This is a bit of a weird fic- I wrote it all at once, then separated it, then put it together, then decided it should be a chapter fic...anyway, here it is! I'm uploading it all at once, since that's what I think it should be, even if it means less reviews. Rated for occasional references to sex and language (in a sexual context). I hope you like it. :)
The Black Queen
If someone told him the way to his own heart was paved with booze, he wouldn't believed them. Pipe tobacco, maybe. Finely sharpened scalpels, definitely. Booze? He wasn't a heavy drinker. Well, he wasn't a heavy drinker except New Year's and after hard surgeries.
And then she staggered into his life, reeking of cheap liquor and challenging his skills. She told him, with no awkwardness whatsoever, that he was a creepy son of a bitch with no morals or decorum. She admitted to being the same and absolutely loving the feel of chopping a limb off. He hated to admit it, but he could relate.
Like him, she was skilled and respected. Like him, she was disliked. Unlike him, she was beautiful.
He stayed away from her.
Once in a while, he dreamed about her. Her soft lips and blue eyes would come to him while he slept and he'd wake up sticky and ashamed; the only times he washed his own sheets.
He never let himself get too depressed to move. It always came on him while he was traveling, stuck in one place for more than a couple hours. When he was operating, his mind couldn't be clearer. When he sat there with nothing but his thoughts, things became muddled and confused, like his life was the punchline to a joke he hadn't heard, and the Black Queen had been the most important part of that.
Then he'd get up and walk, and his thoughts returned to normal.
How dare she come back. How dare she waltz back into his life like that. He had put her behind him. She was in his past. She was a memory that was forcing its way back into his life, and he wasn't having it.
When she told him how she felt, when she looked at him with those big sweet eyes and said that she cared for him, he reminded himself that he was freakish and angry and hated, and that she deserved someone better.
He told himself that it didn't hurt when she walked away.