The Cave: Chapter Two

A/N: So I didn't get much (any) response to the last chapter. Hopefully this chapter will clear up some things and shine some light on where I plan to take this story. I know it is a little confusing and Thirteen seems to be going crazy, but hopefully it will all make perfect sense. Anyways, hope you like. Any feedback would be wonderful!


Remy sat on her couch with a cup of hot tea. She was in sweats and a loose t-shirt, trying to make herself comfortable. She couldn't sleep, not that she had any real desire to. The television was playing in the background, but it was just noise so she could try and pretend she was not alone. Not that it really worked. Being alone was the one and only constant in her life anymore.

Even before Remy went to prison, she had started pushing everyone away again. But after everything, that closed herself off even more than before her and Eric started dating. She couldn't imagine letting anyone know the truth. She blamed herself enough already, she couldn't handle anyone else doing the same.

Lost in thought, Remy didn't hear the knock on the door at first. The second knock was much louder and scared the young doctor. She looked at the door in terror; afraid of whom it might me. Him? He promised her would find her again. She knew he wouldn't lie. He made that quite clear.

"Thirteen?"

The second worse person it could be: Chase. She couldn't talk to him, not yet. She was not ready for his questions. Not ready for his prying. She couldn't do this. Her leg started shaking as she tried to collect her thoughts. She couldn't do this.

"Thirteen, please, I just want to talk to you." His voice sounded pleading and before Remy knew what she was doing, she got up to open her door. Her hand was trembling as it reached for the handled, her mind playing through all the horrible scenarios that were possible from opening the door.

Once she did, she saw a frustrated Chase, waiting on the other side of her door. She wondered what he thought of her. Did he think she was insane? Was she insane? She sure felt that way anymore. Instead of a polite greeting, Remy just stared at him, hoping he wasn't planning on staying long.

Chase didn't wait for an invite in, just walked passed his coworker. He knew well enough he would not get any real answers out in the hallway.

"Come in," Remy said with discontent. She pulled her arms around her as she followed the Australian to the couches.

"You weren't at work." It was just a statement, but Remy took it as an attack. She wanted to lie, say she wasn't feeling well, but nothing would come out. Instead she sat down, biting her lips, trying not to show fear.

"Thirteen," Chase tried again, unsuccessfully moving to catch the other doctor's eyes. "Remy, I am worried about you. You were attacked yesterday, it is normal to be scared. But I am..."

"I wasn't attacked," Remy interrupted with a bit of confidence in her otherwise shaky voice.

"You were on the floor, hurt... You screamed," Chase said, replaying the events for the millionth time in his head. He was still not quite sure why Thirteen would deny what happened.

"I wasn't attacked," she said again with even more assurance in her voice.

"Pretending it didn't happen isn't going to help anyone. What? Do you know who did it? Are you scared; because I can help you. We can talk to Cud…" Chase stopped talking when he noticed Remy. Her leg was shaking uncontrollably and she was about to chew through her lip, trying not to cry.

"I… I wasn't attacked in the locker room," Remy said quietly. She looked at her coworker and saw a side of him she never saw before. He looked sad and confused. He looked like he honestly wanted to understand what happened and help her. But Remy knew the truth. Remy knew what would result in her confession. She knew the nightmares that haunted her now were only child's play of what could come. Right now she was alone by choice, but if she came clean, she would never have anyone.

So instead of opening up, she told Chase she was fine. She lied again, becoming more and more confident with each word.

"The Huntington's… it is…" Good, play the sick card. Make him feel bad for pushing you this far. Her lies came out with more ease, acting ashamed of her disease. Chase gave her a look of sympathy as her story continued.

"I am sorry I pushed, I was just scared. I really thought you were…" Chase stopped. "Are you sure you are going to be okay? Is there anything I can do?"

"It just freaked me out… but I am really okay," Thirteen said with a smile. Chase finally stood, almost embarrassed to still be there. As he reached for the door he turned around and looked at Thirteen for a moment.

"I am here for you." And with that, the doctor left.

Remy just sat on the couch, replaying what just happened in her head. She was so close to being honest with him, to telling him what happened. She almost told Chase about Him.

Part of her wanted to tell Chase everything. Tell him what she did. Tell him what was done to her. But she knew better. She would not get some fairytale open arms of love and acceptance. No, the truth would only isolate her more.

So, with little options left, she was left to live like this. In constant terror, hating herself. And honestly, she knew she didn't deserve anything better. What kind of person can do that to someone she loved? Rationalizing it however she wanted to, she did the one thing she thought she never could, and she would now pay the price. He made sure of that.