Author Note: Okay, this is totally only the second story that I am posting cause I am totally one of those overly self-conscious people about my writing. It is a Jizabel/Cassian story, and I totally hope it doesn't suck royally. Please read and review if you have the time. I am even alright with someone flaming me cause I can laugh at flames. This starts with a poem which is part of the story in a lot of ways.

Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story, and i literally have nothing to sue for so.... yeah

For some reason, I keep starting to cry when I look in your face.

You seem… to control my every thought, my every movement.

Yet you never seem to notice that you control me completely.

I have been standing exactly where you told me to…

I know I can leave, but you make me want to stay.

Do you even realize you have that power over me?

Or is it just who you are, you are controlling?

You may not even realize that I am still here.

Sometimes I think you could care less.

You are trying to save a poor deer.

I have only ever seen you truly care for animals.

I realize you are handing me a surgery mask…

You say that you need an extra set of hands.

Before I know it we are done.

The deer is fine, sleeping in your room.

I am watching you pets its face gently.

It is all that matters to you now.

I get up to leave, and then you speak…

Chapter One

"Animals are trusting creatures. This poor deer was shot, yet it still trusts enough to let me do what I could to help it, the same as she trusted you… Humans are completely different from animals; we are unforgiving, cruel… horrible…" Jizabel stares at the face of the sleeping deer, lying on his bed, as he talks. He is kneeling on the floor next to the bed. Cassian rubs the side of his neck unsure of what to say. "Do not worry, you do not need to say anything, it was just the thoughts in my head right now."

"'Death', how did you know that I didn't know what to say?" Cassian laughs as Jizabel lets out a short, cold laugh.

"No one else is around, I am just Jizabel. Also, believe it or not, I always know what you are thinking about. As much as you try to stay unreadable, you are not." Jizabel turns his head slightly to the side to see Cassian's face. "You worked hard tonight; you are welcome to stay in here tonight instead of going across the house to the Trump Card rooms."

What is going on with Jizabel? I have helped him work before; I am his assistant that is my job… but to allow me to spend the night in his room… That doesn't sound like Jizabel…

"It is up to you, I am not forcing you to leave this room tonight, and I am not forcing you to stay. Choose soon though, because my body is getting weary tonight." Jizabel talks with a steady, unemotional voice. He stops petting the deer and puts his hands against his temples and rubs them gently.

"I would like to stay here tonight…, if that is alright." Cassian talks with an unsure tone in his voice.

Why do I feel so uncomfortable? I have spent so much time with Jizabel that I shouldn't feel any different right now then I usually do. Why do I feel so awkward?

"I would not have offered if I was not alright with it." Jizabel is rubbing his temples hard with his elbows resting on his knees. He pulls off his glasses and lays them on the nightstand next to his bed. Cassian takes a few steps forward before stopping.

What am I going to do once I am closer to him? I have to think these things through, not just act. As much as I want to just hold him, make his pain go away, I can't. He is far to mature for his age, nearly ten years younger than myself, but he has seen so much more then he should ever have to see. Damn it, what is he going to do if I do it, kick me out of the room? It happens, and maybe he will realize he isn't alone.

Cassian walks up behind Jizabel gently. The kneeling man briefly glances at his shorter, but older partner, before glancing back at the sleeping deer. Cassian gently removes Jizabel's hands from his temples, and places his own hands there in place of them. "What are you…?"

"I'm trying to help you get rid of your headache." Jizabel opens his mouth to talk, but instead softly growls at Cassian. He stops rubbing Jizabel's temples "Just let me help you for once, alright?"

Please don't tell me to leave, let me help you. Please let me help you, Jizabel.

"Fine…" Cassian lets out breath that he didn't realize he was holding in.

If he wasn't so tired he probably would have kicked me out.

Cassian resumes rubbing Jizabel's head. He moves Jizabel's head back to rest against his chest. Jizabel stares up at the standing man before closing his eyes. After a few moments Jizabel stops Cassian's hands from moving, and just holds them against the side of his head. He releases Cassian's hands which go to the younger man's hair. They gently untie the long, ash blonde hair from the thin black ribbon holding it back. He gently pets the hair of the kneeling man. Jizabel's breathing starts to steady, and he looks to have fallen asleep. Cassian looks away from the man in front of him thinking.

How do I deal with him? I need to take care of him; he doesn't really seem like he wants someone to care for him. I know he does though, he shows it in so many different ways. He takes the abuse from his father just to feel something. He doesn't enjoy it like many of the cardholders believe; he just wants to feel something, even if it is pain. I have to help him feel something better then pain. I love him so much, but… He would never look at me like that… I know that… I would be more afraid if he did. His breathing is so steady; I think he may be close to falling asleep. He needs the sleep, he works to hard sometimes.

"Stop, I would rather not fall asleep kneeling, plus you need to rest too." Jizabel stands up using Cassian so steady himself. He gently pets the deer and moves towards the bathroom. Cassian stands where he was left until Jizabel comes out of the bathroom dressed in black kimono. He sits down on the end of the bed farther from Cassian, and looks at the older man. "Lay down Cassian, I will not bite."

"Oh, sorry…" Cassian lays down on the other edge of the bed as Jizabel lies completely down.

"Do not apologize." Jizabel looks at his assistant. "Do I make you uncomfortable, Cassian?"

Why does he have to ask that?

"No, of course not…" Cassian looks away from Jizabel.

"Why are you lying to me, Cassian?" Jizabel doesn't wait for an answer before speaking again. "Goodnight my friend."

What the hell?

Cassian hears the Doctor breathing slowly and he knows that the younger man is asleep.

"Goodnight my beautiful Jizabel."

Author Note: So yeah this is my first chapter of Power Over Me. I will probably post more even if no one reads because I personally like having a back up. So yeah, Please read and review, bye bye