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Ariadne bit her lip. She looked at the other woman, noting her perfectly made up face, with bohemian heavy eyeliner, and expensive clothes. She adjusted her neck scarf, suddenly feeling small, shabby, and nondescript. "I, um, had better go," she stammered out, and standing up, reached for her jacket.

Rachel looked at her, haughtily. "Yes, I think you'd better!" She turned back to Adam, and smiled. "After all, we do have things to discuss. In private."

Ariadne picked up her bag, and slung it over her shoulder. Turning, she began to walk towards the door, but suddenly felt Adam's hand on her shoulder. "Don't go." His voice was low, but forceful. She blinked.

"Are you sure?" she asked, hesitantly. "I mean, "

"Don't go," Adam repeated, more loudly. He faced her and put his hands on her shoulders. "I mean it."

"Adam." Rachel's tone was insistent, and, he noted, more high pitched. Wincing slightly, he turned to her. "What do you want?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Charming. I come over here to talk to you, and you speak to me like that?" She looked at Ariadne. "And whose this? Your carer?"

Ariadne flushed slightly, and Adam felt himself pale with anger. "This is Ariadne. A friend." He drew the syllables out slowly, emphasising friend. "My friend. Now, please leave."

She blinked. "You want me to leave? Are you serious?" She smiled at him. "Come on, I know you really want me to stay." Ignoring Ariadne, she moved closer to him, and began to tug at his shirt. "Come on."

Ariadne swallowed, feeling sick. "I better go," she mumbled, and turning, began to walk towards the door, determined to go through it this time. He swallowed, and began to walk after her. "Ari!"

Rachel turned to him. "Look, if she wants to go, let her. You and I have to talk-"

"No, we don't," Adam snapped. His cheeks were beginning to flush, and he looked at her. "I have nothing to say to you. Nothing at all."

She looked at him, cocking her head slightly. "I don't believe you," she said, and lowered her voice. "I was in your bed every night, remember?"

"Yeah, letting me throw my guts up!" he snarled. "Where were you when I was in chemo? Where were you when I was ill in the night? Where were you when I was too dizzy to walk anywhere? In your studio, with other men!"

"Adam!" Rachel looked as though she'd slapped him. "It was only one other man!" She looked at him, beseechingly. "And it was so hard for me! You were so sick, and I wondered, is this what its going to be like, forever?"

Ariadne looked at them both. His face was pale, hers contorted. Swallowing, she opened the door, and walked out, shutting it gently behind her.

"Ari!" a pained expression on his face, Adam hurried to the door. As he opened it, he watched her walk down the steps, her quick footsteps a reproach. Swallowing, and feeling his throat constrict, he closed the door, and leaned against it.

Suddenly, he felt gentle pressure on his back, making him wince. "Come on," Rachel purred, "lets go to bed."

He blinked. "Are you out of yourmind?"

She lessened her grip, and took a step back. "No," she said, laughing nervously and fiddling with her chain of pearls. "I'm serious. Come on." She leaned against him again, wrapping her arms around his narrow waist. "You know, I'm jealous," she purred. "Your waist is smaller than mine!"

Adam blinked. Had she always been this insensitive, this vacuous? With a sinking heart, he realised that she had. The cancer had revealed her for what she was, and how he had been too passive to be honest. Swallowing, he turned to her.

"Please, get off me," he said, softly. "I really don't want you touching me. Take your stuff, and get out of my house. Don't call me, don't come round here."

She looked at him. "And what happened to Adam?" Her voice was taking on an aggressive edge. "When did you become so...forceful?"

"When I realise I might not have much time left," he said, softly. "And I realised it was too short to waste on people I don't care about." He swallowed. "You broke my heart."

Her face froze, then she glared at him. "Oh, I get it. The I'm-sick-give-me-sympathy-routine. Well, you've got your little friend to help you with that, and that beast Kyle!" She swallowed, walked over, and grabbed her bag. "Well, have a nice life!"

Pushing past him, she slammed the door. He swallowed, feeling shaky.

Ariadne walked down the road, determined to keep going. Suddenly, she heard the angry roar of a car, and turning, blinked as one screamed past her. Her eyes widened; the driver had been Rachel, hunched over the steering wheel, an ugly look on her face.

She bit her lip. She'd driven off. Alone. Feeling a rush of confidence, laced with hope, she turned and began to run back towards the house.

Adam grabbed the doorhandle. His breath was coming in shallow gasps. For one brief moment, he wondered if he was actually dying.

He choked, feeling weak. Another blackout, he thought, as he crashed to the floor, his frail frame crumpling as he fell.

Ariadne took a deep breath, and put her hand on the door knob. To her relief, it opened easily. "Adam?" she called, as she stepped inside. "Adam?"

Suddenly, her foot nudged something. Lowering her head, her eyes widened as she saw his body, lying on the floor.

"Adam!" Feeling a rush of fear, she threw her bag to the side and knelt down next to him, gently trying to cradle his head. "Adam!"

After what seemed an eternity, his eyelids began to flicker. "Umm..."

"Adam!" she said, again, her words filled with relief. "Adam, are you ok?"

"Ummm," he murmured again, and his eyes flickered. As he opened them, he tried to focus on her face. "I-" his breathing was shallow, but beginning to steady. Swallowing, she helped him up, and the two of them half-limped to the couch.

"It was a black out," he confessed, his cheeks reddening. "I get them." He looked at her. "I keep getting told I don't eat enough to cope with the treatment." He slumped. "But the chemo leaves me feeling so sick I don't want to."

"Let's get you into bed," Ariadne said, gently. His jaw dropped slightly, and she suddenly realised what she'd said. "I didn't mean it like that, I-"

"I know," he said, patting her hand gently. "I know." He looked at her. "But don't think you have to stay out of sympathy." He swallowed.

"I'm not," she said, gently. Suddenly, taking his head in her hands, she pulled his face towards her. Their lips met, for a fraction of a second. He blinked, and she blushed. "I'm sorry. I mean-"

"No," he said, beginning to smile. "You can do it again." Nodding, she began to grin. "If you want to."

"I do," he said, unable to stop smiling. She looked at the floor. "Um, do you want to order in pizza?"

Adam felt his face was in danger of splitting in half. "Sounds great."

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