Sorry in advance for any grammar errors and if you hate songfics:).
Disclaimer: I do not own the 39 Clues or A House Is Not A Home by Burt Bacharach.
It was a month since Amy left Ian. He had become depressed. What used to be home, no longer felt like home. It was just a house, nothing more, nothing less.
Ian woke up, ready to perform his daily routine. Brush teeth, wash face, get dressed, eat breakfast, etc. He had become a zombie. His immaculate face was replaced with dark circles under the eyes, bloodshot eyes and stained with the tears that wouldn't wash off. When he looked in the mirror, he didn't recognize that face staring back at him. He left the house and went to work.
A chair is still a chair
Even when there's no one sitting there
But a chair is not a house
And a house is not a home
When there's no one there to hold you tight,
And no one there you can kiss good night.
When Ian got back home, he expected dinner to be ready and Amy waiting for him at the door, ready to give him a peck on the cheek. But as usual, he would have to make dinner himself and Amy would not be there. He went into the kitchen, took out a frozen dinner and heated it up. He refused to go out for dinner. He had totally changed.
Ian went to his living room and sat down on his armchair. Beside his chair was Amy's chair. They had ordered his and her chairs. Remembering when they bought those chairs brought a faint smile to his lips but as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared and was replaced with tears. Her chair was still a chair, nothing more, nothing less. It wasn't her. He couldn't kiss it goodnight. It would never hold him tight. It was just a chair. He got up, wiped away a tear and went to his bedroom.
A room is still a room
Even when there's nothing there but gloom;
But a room is not a house,
And a house is not a home
When the two of us are far apart
And one of us has a broken heart.
When Ian entered his bedroom, he expected to see Amy sleeping. But of course, he was disappointed and no one was there. Most of Amy's things were still in this room. Everything she couldn't cram into that little suitcase was still there. He picked up her perfume and smelt it. It smelt just like Amy. He looked at the room and remembered when it was bare. He and Amy had to go the furniture store to pick out everything. The bed, the chairs, the light and the wall paint. Everything about the room reminded him of Amy. It made him gloomy.
Sometimes Ian would wonder if Amy was still with him and this was all some crazy dream. But it wasn't. Amy had left and was never coming back. Then again, he would always feel her presence in this room. But the room wasn't her. The room wasn't a house. The room would always be a room, nothing more, nothing less. And since Amy wasn't there, the mansion he had loved was no longer a home, as it could not cure his broken heart. He cried and cried until he was fast asleep.
Now and then I call your name
And suddenly your face appears
But it's just a crazy game
When it ends it ends in tears.
As Ian slept, he dreamt of Amy. Ian was a frequent sleep-talker. As he slept, he subconsciously called her. "Amy! Amy!"
Suddenly, Ian felt a warm air. He heard Amy's voice calling for him and her laughter in his ears. In his mind, he saw her face. It was bright and beautiful, just like the Amy he knew. Her eyes were glowing and her hair red hair looked like flames. She looked immaculate. Then, as usual, he woke up from the dream, ending it. He could no longer feel the warm breeze and he could no longer see her smiling face. He only saw the room. Empty, just like his heart. And he began to cry again.
Darling, have a heart,
Don't let one mistake keep us apart.
I'm not meant to live alone. Turn this house into a home.
When I climb the stair and turn the key,
Oh, please be there still in love with me.
Ian came back from work and decided it was time to take charge. He was going to write her a letter. After all, she did leave all her new information for him.
Dearest Amy, he started.
Amy, please have a heart. I am broken and I miss you. Just because you left me doesn't mean we shouldn't be together. We aren't meant to live alone. I need you and I know that you need me. So darling, come back. We can turn my, or should I say our house into a home. So when I come back from work, I hope that you will be there, waiting for me. Please be there and please still be in love with me.
Love,
Ian Kabra
Ian put the letter in an envelope and sealed it. He went to the post office and sent it. "Oh, please still be in love with me," he thought. He left the office and had a faint feeling a hope surge within him.
The End.
I love this song. I love the Glee version. Chris Colfer is has an amazing soprano. Not so sure about Cory Monteith though.... The One Less Bell To Answer/A House is Not A Home mashup was also fantastic. I love it when Kristin Chenoweth guest stars! :D
