Just a little something that popped into my head after last night's finale. As usual, I don't own them.
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She looks at me, confused. Then she seems to understand. She overreacted. Of course she did. I publicly embarrassed her. It's not the first time, won't be the last. Wilson's the one that told me to do it, although I probably shouldn't tell her that.
"You've insulted me plenty of times before…"
Insulted? Sleeping with me was an insult? What am I, your dirty little secret?
It takes me a moment to realize that we're not on the same page. Hell, we're not even reading the same book. "Go home and suckle your little bastard child…" "Screw. You."
The rest of it is clear as day. "I need you…"
She was there.
Wasn't she?
She kept me from taking that one Vicodin. She held my hand as the nausea came over me in waves. And then after…when the darkness passed…the images are burned on my brain. The rush, the fierceness, the raw need…it was real. I know it was real.
I woke up naked, alone, her lipstick smeared across my face. She left it behind. I'd been carrying it all day, toying with it in my pocket, twirling it in my hand. I reach for it now as she's talking to me, pulling it out of my pocket and showing her, as if to prove that her presence was real.
It's not a lipstick anymore.
She looks at me sadly as I finally put it all together. None of it was real. None of it. I hear CTB's voice in my ear.
"Isn't that a nice story?"
"Too bad it isn't real…" Kutner appears in front of me, wearing the same sad expression as Cuddy.
The bubble doesn't just burst. It explodes around me as images real and unreal crash and swirl around each other, taunting me.
She takes me to Wilson. He looks up, baffled, as if he's seeing me for the first time. How can this be? I've been in and out of his office all day? Haven't I?
Haven't I?
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Read and review. No flames, please. I burn easily.