Title: The Hidden Enemy
Genre: Television shows; HOUSE
Started: 11/9/06
Ended: —
Setback: I do not own any of the characters, plots, or any of that other loverly stuff that has to do with HOUSE. xD
Preface
Nobody ever gives it much thought about how they are going to die. In fact, some give it no thought at all. But they know it's coming, yet act as if it is nothing that will someday, somehow come upon them and the ones they love.
This story is not about Death, though Death partially creeps its way in through the shadows of the moor, and haunts thee until they are nothing but a helpless pile of flesh and bones, begging for Death to seep into their souls, and take them away. The ones that die shall not be revealed, but their lives will slowly and painfully be shaved away until their last moment comes. Their last breath blows. And their last motion ceases. Then, you will know.
Magical? Breathtaking? Loyal? What words shall be put into fine literature to describe this betrothed couple?
Loving? Faithful? True? Or rather, should ye like to start at the beginning?
Confusing? Lost? Hopeless? It's almost mind-boggling. There seems to be no words.
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Lights dimmed…
Candles lit with a warm, cinnamon flavor crawling up their nostrils…
A sofa made with coffee-colored fabric with a creamy carpet support underneath it…
Fire place with dancing flames cracking behind the screen…
The sound of glistening piano keys drowning…
Two innocent lovers.
Robert Chase.
Emmanuella Chase.
Married for four years now. And 'twas for a good cause.
Love…
…and something else that was both a blessing…
…and a burden.
Both of them laying down parallel to each other on the couch, Robert found it the perfect moment.
"Hey, Emmy," he began unsteadily, taking her hands into his. His voice was so soft, only the woman whose chest was pressed firmly against his could hear it.
"Yes, Rob?" she answered, giggling lightheartedly. She squeezed his hand gently as he brushed his fingertips lightly against her forehead to put a small piece of her dark, loose curls out of her face.
"When are you going to tell him?" he inquired anxiously, wanting to so badly hear her answer.
"Hmm…" she thought obviously knowing the answer. "…Today?"
"When, Em?" he pushed. "When?"
"Please…" Her eyes begged him to not rush her. "I'll tell him."
Robert took her word for it. He didn't have to lean in much, but he bent his neck forward and kissed her tenderly on the lips. She returned the shallow depth of the kiss, and sighed after reopening her eyes. She stared at Robert as he sat up and followed his proceedings. When finished, they sat apart from each other on opposing sides of the sofa. Emmy had placed her chin in a cupped palm of her hand, and Robert was rubbing his temple.
Emmy looked over at him, her eyes sorrowful. "You're scared, aren't you," she accused, letting her arm drop and relax on the armrest.
Robert looked up, his hair falling into his eyes. "No, no, no," he protested, obviously not the best liar. His wife gave him a skeptical look, and he nodded. "Yes, yes, yes."