AN: Written for (yet another :D) Lyrics+Character challenge on HPFC, by NickiForDraco. I got 'Time Bomb' by All Time Low, and my charrie was Scorpius. I'm writing a Scorpius/Lucy. I thought I'd write Scorp with someone other than Rose for a change... ;)

Disclaimer: I only own the muffins I am making tomorrow. Actually, they don't even exist yet, so I don't even own them. Or the ingredients. Gah, I own nothing. Go back to your knitting.

She's always been like a ticking time bomb, counting down the sacred seconds till she couldn't take the tension and exploded, letting it all go. Blowing up herself and all those around her to pieces.

And yet, here I was. Coming back to her again. Just like she was coming back to me again. And we both know it will only end in disaster, each disaster bigger than the last. Because she's fire, and I'm ice. She's a volcano, and I'm a tornado. When we come together, there are sparks, and then there are fireworks, and then we explode, driving each other crazy. And finally we crash and burn and go down in smoke, but we always come crawling back. Because we're addicted to the danger, to the flames and the bright lights and the bangs when we're together. The show is spectacular. Hideous, torturous, disastrous, but spectacular.

"Get out!" she screams, flinging something at me. I dodge as it smashes on the wall, right where my head was a split second ago. This time it's the vase my mother bought us once, to make the house feel more 'homely'. I never liked it. "Get out, now!"

She doesn't mean it. She never means it. But we always pretend that she does.

"This is my house!" I yell right back at her. "You leave, you bitch! Get out of my sight!"

She gets really angry when I insult her, as always. Maybe that's why I do it. No – that is why I do it. Her hair is wild now, like electricity is running through it, wispy brown strands alive. Her green eyes are wide and manic as she glares at me, and filled with tears. It takes me a moment to realise mine are too.

"Fine! I'm leaving! I'm leaving for good!" she shrieks, coming closer to me. We stand, one metre apart, glaring at each other with such intense hate we almost can't see the desperate love hidden in the hate. Who am I kidding? We know it's there, we don't need to see it. The fine line between love and hate in our relationship blurred a long time ago.

"Then why aren't you fucking going?"

She's breathing so hard, I'm surprised flames aren't coming out of her nose. Then without a word she whips round and leaves, slamming the door behind her. Leaving the kitchen a bombsite behind her, leaving everything of hers behind her. Leaving me behind her.

This is worse than it's ever been before.

Everything caught up with her.

She's always been like a ticking time tomb, set to explode. And now she has. I made her do it. She's blown up and now she's hurt, I'm hurt, and everyone else has to pick up the pieces and tut and shake their heads and cry when we do it all over again.

But she's back. She always is. And I'm there to wipe away her tears and she wipes away mine, pretending that we didn't cause those tears. Pretending that it really is only love in our relationship, pretending the hate is just a passing phase.

And like always, like every time, I hold her and kiss her and whisper in her ear, "It was like a time bomb set into motion. We knew that we were destined to explode." And she smiles, because this is what I say every time, and it's the truth, only we like to pretend that they're just romantic words. And I hold her and kiss her and whisper in her ear.

For a while we can feel like it's all fine, it's all alright. But it won't be for long.

It never is.

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