For the song, Answer Me, My Love by Nat King Cole because it made me think of Cain talking to Ambrose.
Title: Answer Me, My Love
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After the surgery, Ambrose remembers Cain, but it seems he doesn't love him anymore; and Cain doesn't know what he did wrong.
Note: This is a melodramatic bit of drabble but oh well... Some of the lines here belong to that song and not to me! This is another one of my versions of a rebrained Ambrose.
"Answer me, Ambrose..." Cain kept a firm grip on the smaller man's arm, not trusting him to stay if he let go. Glitch, Ambrose, whatever his name was, the man Cain had come to love, still refused to look him in the eye; he still refused to tell him what had gone wrong, when everything was going so well between them.
"What did I do wrong?" Cain pleaded again, remaining in his place only inches away from Glitch, "Please, sweetheart."
The old endearment seemed to stir something in Glitch, because his deep brown eyes snapped up to him and held him with an intensity and passion he hadn't seen since before the surgery. And even if Glitch was still silent and gave no indication of talking anytime soon, those eyes gave Cain that missing glimpse of hope that needed so much.
"You loved me, Glitch," Cain said with confidence, going on as he gently tightened his grip on Glitch's arm and dragged him ever so closer, "And I still love you. I don't know what happened... I thought we were... good together." Cain slowly released Glitch's arm, letting his hand fall to his side as he saw those sweet, once bright, eyes looking down again; away from him.
"I'll always love you," Cain said quietly, tearing his eyes from Glitch for the first time that night, "But if you're happier without me I'll try not to care."
When he stepped backwards towards the door and Glitch didn't even flinch, Cain lost that little glimmer of hope again and turned to leave for good. He was done with trying to get Glitch to answer him; when it seemed Glitch wasn't even there.
As he reached the door and gripped the cold metal of the handle, metal that felt so much harder and colder than the one he had touched with gentle fingers long ago, he looked back at Glitch and to his surprise found the former headcase looking back at him.
"Can't we start again? Please, Ambrose." he said softly, trying one last time; almost a whisper that he wasn't even sure the other man had heard.If you still think about me, listen to my prayer...
Cain wasn't entirely sure what happened in that one second after he had that thought, but suddenly Ambrose was in his arms again, out of his own desire this time, embracing him and fitting against him perfectly just as he used to. Suddenly Ambrose was kissing him, pressing warm familiar lips against his, and silently answering all his prayers.