Author's Note: At first I really wasn't sure how this should happen, but I think I worked it out. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: Andrew Hussie (and his lips) own all of Homestuck. Not that I wouldn't want to steal it from him in the dead of night. Wait, that was a secret. Why did I tell you that? Oh well.

:33 gamz33? are you okay?

Nepeta did her best to try and calm him, but it wasn't working. He seemed almost possessed. With a sudden cry of anguish, he released Nepeta's hand and clawed at his temples.

Pas, fils. N'oubliez pas ce qui s'est produit avant. Vous n'appartenez pas ici, avec ces personnes. Ils vous appellent un ami, mais profondément en bas de eux vous détestent. Vous ne leur atteignez aucun objectif. No, son. Do not forget about what has happened before. You do not belong here, with these people. They call you a friend, but deep down they hate you. You serve no purpose to them.

Gamzee cradled his head in his hands, mumbling in broken French. His eyes went wide, and he stood up.

Arrêtez-le! Arrêtez! Je ne m'inquiète pas ce que vous pensez. Le passé ne signifie rien. Ces personnes s'inquiètent de moi! Regardez, voyez comment elles veulent que j'aille mieux? Mais vous n'aidez pas! Aller-en! Sortez de ma tête! Stop it! Stop! I don't care what you think. The past means nothing. These people care about me! Look, see how they want me to get better? But you're not helping! Go away! Get out of my head!

He picked up a glass bottle that had been sitting on the bench, smashing the back end into the iron armrest and sending glass fragments and lukewarm soda flying in every direction. He gripped the bottle tightly in both hands, his eyes dilated. By now, everyone had stopped. They were all watching the action.

Gamzee backed up while swinging the glass bottle as if striking at unseen enemies. Nepeta lunged for him, aiming to tackle him and stop him from hurting anybody. But she was too light, and Gamzee simple caught her by the shoulders, his eyes manic. As he let go or her arms and made to lash out at her, she pushed him back. The adrenalin had made her stronger, and he fell, twisting sideways, the jagged glass slicing his face. The force of his impact with the hard dirt path broke the trace, this time for good. Karkat went over to Gamzee's still form, flipping him gently and taking the shattered bottle out of his hands. Several others made for their pockets, calling for help. Nepeta stood stock-still, watching the indigo blood run down Gamzee's face and hands. Her blood was still filled with adrenalin, and she shook slightly. Equius walked over to her and wrapped her into a hug. She was still terrified.

The girl is suddenly snapped back to the present. A heavy hand rests on her shoulder. The man is looking down at her, concerned.

NePeTa? ArE yOu OkAy?

:33 yeah, i'm… i'm okay…

She takes a sip of her cocoa and attempts a weak smile. The man smiles back and walks off to tend the pot on the stove. She is visibly shaken, but the man ignores it. He knows what she was thinking, but chooses to ignore it.

After a few minutes, the girl gets up, her face composed into a clam mask.

:33 gamz33, i should go… i have work tomorrow, and feferi must be wondering where i've been.

Oh, OkAy ThEn. I'lL wAlK yOu OuT tHeN.

The man walks over and takes the girl's hands his. As he leans down, her facial features relax. Her lips fold into his. She doesn't want to go. She wants to stay. But she has her own life that she has to tend to.

He leads her to the door, the pressure of her kiss lingering on his lips. He wants her to stay, but he has his own matters to attend to. He hands her bag to her, and opens the door. Their fingertips linger and she walks out. He shuts the door gently behind her, and leans into it, sinking to the floor. He sighs.

She walks down the street, her feet heavy. As she sits in the subway, she can't help but think about him. Eventually, she reaches her own apartment. She slips her key into the front door, hearing a quiet click. Even though it's only late afternoon her roommate is already home from work. The girl tries to sneak past the kitchen and avoid any uncomfortable conversations, but Feferi catches her. The girl gasps when the woman says her name.

Nepeta? W)(ere )(ave you been?

:33 umm… hi feferi…

Seriously, you )(ave some explaining to do. W)(ere were you last nig)(t?

:33 oh, fef… i was… i was… at a friend's. sorry i didn't call.

The woman knows she is not getting the full story, but let its rest. The girl rarely kept secrets, and when she did it was personal. She would get the truth eventually.

The girl could tell she would be interrogated later, but she is relieved. She sighs and runs to her room, slamming the door behind her. She tosses her bag onto her bed, and chucks her shoes into a corner. Oh Gamzee, she thinks. What am I going to do about you?

About us?

A/N: I hope you liked it! I've gotten some inspiration, so I might write more soon. If not, it's because of school. I occasionally post little updates on my tumblr, so feel free to check there. Thanks for reading!