A/N: Hi again! Thanks for your review, Viktorija! (It's ok that I only got one so far, I just do this to get the little ideas out of my head, so I'm free to focus on the BIG ideas )
Anyway, this one can be either House or Cuddy's point of view. Actually, it could be anyone you want it to be! I tried to make it non-specific and used only 'I' and 'you' so that it would be unclear. Please tell me what you think, and ideas for other chaptires are always welcome!
Bet you can't guess who I imagined as being scared…
XD Sharky
Fear
Crrrraaack.
What was that noise?
Crrrraaaack.
There it is again! What is it? It sounds almost like something...moving.
I sit up a little and peek onto the floor, hoping it's just a giant bug or mouse or something.
I don't see anything moving in the darkness.
Crrrraaack.
The noise! I stifle a sound of surprise from my throat and pull the blankets up to my nose.
I look around once more, but I still don't see anything. I contemplate turning the light on, but I don't want to get up.
Crrrraaaack.
Ah! I'm scared I'm scared I'm scared! What is it I'm so scared!
My head is pounding out of fear and exhaustion. I just want to sleep but I can't relax.
I lay down again with the blankets pulled all the way up over my head.
I know I shouldn't be scared. I'm in my own room. There's nothing else here.
Nothing except my irrational fears and me.
That's when I get the idea.
My phone. It's on my nightstand. It's always on my nightstand.
I listen carefully for a minute or two.
Nothing.
I work up some courage, reach my arm out carefully, grab the phone and pull my arm back under my blankets quickly.
I dial the number I know by heart.
"Huh?"
You sound tired. Why are you still awake? Though you could ask me the same thing…
"I'm scared," I tell you simply. My voice sounds small, even to my own ears. Maybe that's how you know I'm serious.
"Of what? What's wrong?"
I don't know what to say. I don't even really know why I'm scared.
"I need you."
You sigh a little, not because you are annoyed with me, but because you are tired, and I can imagine you getting up and slipping your shoes on, putting your coat on.
You say, "I'll be there in five. Ok?"
"Ok," I tell you, and I wait for you to hang up first because I just want to hear you breathe for a second longer, even if I'm going to see you in a few minutes.
Those minutes seem endless, but suddenly you are in my doorway and I can see your silhouette.
"Hey," you say softly.
"Hey," I answer.
You flip the light-switch into the 'on' position and my room is bathed in the artificial glow.
I sit up and watch as you go about my room, looking even in the corners.
"There's nothing here," you say. "You have nothing to be scared of, baby."
I nod but I don't think you're right.
You see this on my face because I don't attempt to hide it.
You sigh and sit on the edge of my bed.
"Do you want me to stay?" you ask softly.
I nod again.
You get up, go to the living room, take off your shoes and coat and put them on the couch.
You then come back into my room, and before you turn out the light, I notice that you are wearing your pyjamas.
I realise that you had no intention of leaving me and I feel relieved.
You get under the covers with me, and pull me close to you, cradling my head against your collarbone.
Just listening to you breathe, just feeling you hold me, quells most of my fears.
Except for one.
Except for that tiny, niggling one that I don't always notice, but it never seems to leave me alone.
The fear that you'll leave me.
