Won't you take this dance
This dance with me
She packed up. Couldn't stand the silence. No-one moved. No-one spoke. It was killing her. She needed noise, and laughter, and beings, and walls, and fire. She needed a fire. Someone, something, to melt it all away. Leave her raw. Fresh. Open.
She stormed through the dusty aisles, choking on the stillness of the room. No-one stopped her. They were all cold, freezing her warmth. Stealing it for the damned. They were all dead. To her.
She passed through the doors, not daring to stop. She could see them, white, pale, slimy. Just out of reach. She was just out of their reach.
Won't you take my hand
My hand and me
She kept on and on, running, shrieking through the corridors. She yelled and swore and kicked and danced. Anything to make noise.
But no matter what she did, the cold was still there.
She couldn't escape it, couldn't break it. Couldn't.
Come on
Come to me
She kept on up the stairs, a cold sweat running down her face, her back, chilling her spine. Making her shiver.
She saw the Fat Lady, deadpan expression. She didn't ask for the password, didn't ask for a name or ask her why she was running. She didn't try to take her, though. Didn't freeze her.
She wrenched the door open. Sould barely break the ice that had grown around the hinges. She struggles, and pulled at it with her grief and terror of what was behind. She was so horrored, she could not stop. She had to know.
Take off your mask
Your mask, kiss me
She stepped through the door. She shivered from the cold, her tired eyes alive from the terror.
She couldn't bare to wait, had to know.
Come on
Come with me
You choked the joy right out of me
Dead. All of them. Dead to her, dead to her life. Cold, clammy, slimy. They tried to freeze her, too. She could feel the ice biting at her toes. She could feel another, colder sweat creeping up her back. Freezing her spine. She couldn't move.
Dance on, dance on my heart, suit your feet
Come on
Come to me
She would have died. Would have been frozen, would have been cold, clammy, wet. She would have spited and hated and frozen and smothered all those who were left.
But for him.
But for him.
Awwwww, come on
Come on
He wrapped his arms around her. Held her. He was fire and warmth and salvage. He had closed his eyes, and was singing, fighting, whispering, attacking. And she was safe in his arms. Warmth flooding to her tips, the blood of her back. The black whole in her chest had been filled with heat.
She was safe in his arms.
Seduce my mind, make my heart sing
A/N: I have no idea what that is all about. It was meant to be a happy fic!
Oh, it's late, and House wasn't on tonight, so blame it on that!
I'll probably write a happy one with the same song on the weekend. And update A Story. If I can be bothered. Live in hope, eh?