Reflections
Author - Becka
Rating - G
Keywords - Tony/Carol
Category - Angst
Spoilers - Slight one for the book "Wire In The Blood" but not to do with the plot.
Disclaimer - They unfortunately don't belong to me, no matter how much I wish they did…
Summary - Tony and Carol reflect on Tony's time at Carol's house.
Author's Notes - A really short piece that needed to be written. Their angst just won't get out of my head!!!
Carol buried her body deeper into the bed in the spare room of her house. She could till smell the lingering scent of masculinity, the only remaining clue that Tony Hill had slept there only a night before. Carol had though that by coming in here she might be able to sleep. She'd thought wrong.
Ever since she'd started working with Tony again she couldn't get him off her mind. And now they had agreed to be just friends. "I don't want to be your friend!" Carol wanted to scream, "I want to be your date, your girlfriend, the love of your life!" But it was useless now. Now all she had was the bed he had slept in, and the faint smell that was intoxicating to her.
Tony lay in his bed. He thought it would have been nice to be home again. It was only now he was that he realised how much carol's house had felt like home. And how much he wanted to have someone that close to him, always. But not just anyone, only her.
He wished he could stop running away from himself, from her. He liked Carol, hell, there was a part of him that would say he loved her, so why was it so hard to act on it? He knew at least partly what she felt for him, so it wasn't a fear of rejection. A fear of being closer to someone than he'd ever been before and not knowing how to handle it? Probably. That and not wanting to hurt her. There were so many memories inside his head that he didn't want to share with anyone, because he knew it would hurt them as much as they hurt him. And he couldn't hurt Carol like that.