Ah, here I am again. I know, you guys are probably all sick of the one-shots I do, but I just can't help myself. I don't have enough confidence to write an entire fic. I just feel so overwhelmed and out powered by the amazing, incredible authors here. Such as Panadorama, starryjen and Ocean of Ashes. I have an enormous amount of respect and love for these incredible authors, but I just feel so out powered by them. I still love you all. Anyway, on with the story/more than likely one-shot.

Title: Don't kill me tonight

Author: Allie

Rating: K (for now).

Summary: Ray and Neela: Strange Bedfellows. Inspired by the song by Di-rect.

He never expected when he walked through that door to see her packing. He never expected her to drop such a bombshell so soon. He never expected her to walk out like it was no big deal. He never expected her to leave him, at least not until Michael had come home for good.

What he did expect was that he'd come home, sit on the sofa with the pizza and beers, she sitting next to him, and watching Celebrity Poker. That was their routine. But no. Not tonight.

Tonight, she was leaving him.

Most people would assume that he didn't want her to leave because she helped pay the rent, did his laundry, cleaned up the messes he made, did most of the grocery shopping…

No.

He could do all of that on his own.

This was about hidden feelings. This was of past regret and future fear. This was about a forbidden love. A friendship held so dear in his heart. This was his best friend. The one who made him the man he was. The one who made him realize that medicine held his heart, and not the gigs and one-night stands. The one who uncovered the soft side of Ray Barnett, and helped him embrace it.

The one who owned his heart.

He watched her in her bedroom doorway, packing the last of her portable belongings. He stared unseeingly, his mind fogging his eyes.

She was leaving him.

It was almost enough for tears to prick at his eyes.

He watched as she made her way towards the doorway, towards him, and handed her his t-shirt. He took it, his hand grazing hers softly.

'I've been looking for this for like a month…'

Autopilot.

'I rather liked sleeping in it…I'll, uh, call you when I'm settled.'

And just like that, she walked away, through the doorframe, through the living room, and out the door.

I would die if you left me
Drowning in sorrow
Baby don't kill me tonight.