Fighting Temptation

Chapter One

-Nova-

I had to keep walking. I couldn't stop; I couldn't get caught. The burning in my lungs begged me to stop. My breathing was raspy and I felt like I was surrounded by fire. My knees were shaking from my weight. I felt like my entire body was going against me.i still kept pushing on running down the street, everyone glaring at me. I could only imagine their thoughts about me. "look at how skinny she is, she must be on drugs" or "someone save her send the lord her way". I had to laugh at the last one. Even if you sent the lord my way he would turn and run as soon as he seen me. Although most people don't believe me

I'm not on drugs. I'm worn out and now im sick, really sick, maybe even deathly sick. I didn't want to see the stares anymore, I didn't want to hear the whispers. I turned on an alley hoping to find shelter. A thin mist was falling and I knew it would only get harder; i was scared to rest I never knew if I could get going once I stopped. I kept walking feeling my energy drain. My stomach howled at me reminding me to feed it. I stopped. When was the last time I ate. Was it Wednesday... Tuesday or even Monday I don't remember.

I spotted a blue BMW and walked towards it. The over head light was on which means the door was left open. I pulled the door handle and sat in the driver seat. There had to be food in here somewhere. The rain had started pouring now so I shut the door and opened the glove-box. surprisingly there was actually gloves In there. The owner must be an asshole. I looked threw the box looking for anything to eat. But only found envelopes. I pulled one out and looked at name. Dr. Lance Sweets. Great I'm stealing from a doctor. I opened the envelope and read the first sentence then stopped. I'm not nosy i don't need to be reading his things. All I seen was something about employment at the Jeffersonian. I put his mail back in the glove box and fixed it up like I was never there.i looked around the car for food but couldn't find any.

I let out a sigh and locked the doors. I was gonna stay and wait till the rain subsides then ill head out again. I laid my head back on the seat and closed my eyes. When I relaxed it seemed like my lungs got worse .the fire seemed to engulf me. I let out a cough and almost screamed because of the pain. I closed my eyes and tried to slow my breathing. I tried to think of anything other than the pain. Soon I was drifting into and out of sleep.

When I felt like I was finally almost asleep I heard knock on the window. My eyes shot open to see a man standing out side the car looking at me. I opened the door and swung my feet out.

"I'm sorry, I was looking for food and I dozed off. I'll leave now." I said. I looked at the man expecting to see anger, instead all I seen was kindness and curiosity. I stood up to leave but my knees buckled and I began to fall. The man put his hands out and caught me inches before he hit the ground. I looked at him and realized he was wearing a tux, an expensive tux, yet he was still kneeling on the ground ruining this tux to make sure I didn't get hurt.

"I'm calling an ambulance. You're really sick." he said. I was surprised how soothing his voice sounded to me. I felt like I could listen to him talk all day long and never grow tired of it.

"Please don't." I said begging him not to call an ambulance. If He did that people could trace where I am.

"You need help." He said. Looking at me with concern. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. I reached my hand out and grabbed it. I looked at him pleading him to not call.

"If you want to help me, you wont call"

"I'll pay for you to go. You need to get better" he replied. There was something in his voice that shouldn't have been there something that I didn't recognize.

"it's not about the money. I just can't go. Please."

"Fine. But your coming inside. I have a spare bed room you can stay there for a few days until you get better." he said. I looked at him in surprise then nodded. It was better than staying on the street. He helped me to my feet and I put my arms around his neck. And put my face in his chest I felt like I belonged here with his arms around me, pulling me close to him.

He walked me up the steps and into a nice apartment. He walked me to a bed a sat me down, then walked to a bathroom that was joined to the room I was in. I heard him shuffling around then seen him walk back to me with a towel.

"Dry your hair and as much of yourself as you can." he said handing me the towel. He walked away and started looking in a dresser across the room. I put the towel to my hair and started to squeeze but found I didn't have enough energy to get most of the water out.

"Here" he said grabbing the towel and squeezing my hair dry for me, he then handed me some clothes and stood up. "There's some clothes for you. Daisy left them... Shes an ex girlfriend. Um.. Can you change on you own? "

I almost giggled at the blush growing in his checks. But in reality I didn't think I had the energy to pull the blankets over me.

"I might need your help... Unless you don't want to. I do have a nice body." I said loving the fact that I made his blush deepen

"I'll be the judge of that."

"A man with a sense of humor. That's a nice change."

"I do believe I can control my self. Glad to see that even through sickness you have a good attitude. " he said a smile brimming on his face.

"Sometimes a sense of humor is all you have. But in all honesty I really am going to need help dr. Sweets."

" you know my name"

"yea.. I went through your glove box.. Sorry. I put everything back to normal."

"its okay. Lets get you out of these clothes. Then well get you some food." he said his face turning serious. he helped me stand again then he grabbed the him of my shirt and pulled up I lifted my arms helping him. He then unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down. I lifted a foot to kick them off but ended up falling. He caught me like before and I looked up at his face. His eyes scared me. I felt like I was going to get lost in the intensity of them. He steady me up and unhooked my bra letting it fall to the floor. I watched as his hand begin to tremble when he reached for my panties to push them down. I giggled as his blush returned and his head snapped up and his eyes had changed to laughter.

he then grabbed the towel. And began to dry my body. He was sure to be quick when he got to my breast but lingered when drying the rest he grabbed the clothes than began to dress me. He was quick I didn't know if it was because of how week I was or because I was getting weaker.

"there now you need to lie down while I make you some soup. I'm also going to wash your clothes for you." he said. He braced me as I let my self fall to the bed again. He laid me down and pulled the covers over me.

"thank you." I said. He looked up at me and smiled.

"get some rest and ill be back with supper." I watched as he walked away, when he shut the door behind me I finally started to relax. I wasn't scared to be around him, I knew he wouldn't hurt me but I could already tell I could be myself around him. And that was dangerous, not just for me but for him. I'll stay till I'm better. Then ill leave and any threat to him will be gone. strangely the thought of me leaving made me sad. I pushed the thought back knowing I had to leave. I couldn't stay in one place for to long.

"here." sweets said, pushing his way through the door. He was holding his tray with a bowl of soup and a water sat the tray on the night stand beside my bed and helped me to sit up.

"do you think you can eat?" he asked. I didn't need to reply because my stomach answered for me. Just thinking about food gave me more strength and I was able to lift the spoon and feel the warm liquid falling down my throat.

"I'm glad to see you eating" he said

"me too its been awhile since I've sat long enough to eat."

"what's your story"

"excuse me.?"

"your story. I can tell by your clothes you're not homeless. But yet you were asleep in my car. I thinking your running from something or someone." he said. I put my spoon down my appetite suddenly gone. I looked at him. He was staring at me with curiosity. He just wanted to dig into my brain, to figure out me.

"are you a psychologist?" I asked. His face changed to surprised. For now he would drop the subject.

"yes I am." he looked at me and I could see he knew I wasn't going to talk.

"to easy to tell." I said he looked at me then looked at the bowl of soup. More than half was gone and I managed to drink all of my water even with the food I was feeling very weak again. My lungs still burned and my skin was still on fire.

"are you going to eat any more?"

"no thank you. I've had enough. Why are you being so kind."

"what is your name?" he said. I knew why he ignored my question. I didn't answer him so he won't answer me.

"Nova. Nova Mizari." I said. Normally I only tell my first name but my full just slipped out. I was getting in farther than I wanted to. Now I would have to leave sooner.

"that's a pretty name. Why are -" he started but was cut short by my coughing fit. The pain in my long felt like someone was stabbing me with every cough. I couldn't help but moan out in pain and I felt tears falling down my checks. They soothed my fevered skin for a few I finally finished coughing I laid on the bed spent. I watched as sweets stood up anger on his face.

"that's it. Your going to the doctor." he said getting ready to leave.

"Dr. Sweets." I said reaching out my arm and grabbing his hand. He turned to look at me and his face softened. "please" I continued "don't call the doctors"

"tell me why I can't"

I groaned because I knew I had to give him something. Other wise he would take me to the doctors, and if he did I was done for.

"I am running. But that's all I can tell you. I promise I won't harm you. I'm not dangerous. But if you take me to the doctor they'll find me and being sick won't be my problem anymore."

he looked at me thoughtful for a second. "fine, but you need help. Let me call someone. She can help. And I trust her. You'll be safe with her... And with me."

I looked at him and I did trust him. I nodded at me and he looked a little more relaxed. He pulled the blankets over me and I pulled them tighter.

"thank you Dr. Sweets." I whispered.

"you can call me lance. And if you need me just yell. I'll be in the living room." he said. He turned and walked out of the room leaving the door cracked behind him. He was kind. And he cared. I laid back and made a vow. A vow that I will live to do for him. To pay him back for his deeds. I'm going to bake him a cake.

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