Fear Is Love
Chapter 2
kateandharvey
CC sobbed, and sobbed...and sobbed.
"I don't want to die, Maxwell!" She screamed, shaking his lifeless body. "You have to get me out of here! Please! Don't do this to me!"
She turned to Gracie in the passenger seat. Her lips blue, and eyes half closed. "I-I-I'm s-s-so c-c-cold Mis-Miss Ba-bab- Babcock."
Grabbing her by the shoulders the same she did to Maxwell, she shook the little girl. "Gracie! Listen to me! You have to stay awake! You have to!"
Little Gracie shook her head once before it fell forward, slumping her body with it.
"No!" CC screamed, "No!" She sobbed as she spoke, "I can't die! Not now! This can't be happening! Please, Niles!" She yelled, looking upward. "I love you! Please!"
"Please..." She mumbled, "Please..."
"Miss Babcock!" Niles yelled, shaking her awake.
She awoke with a gasp. Breathing heavily, she turned to Niles with scared, wide eyes.
He sat down next to her on the bed. "You had a bad dream. You're fine."
Nodding her head, CC took a moment to catch her breath.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He aske
d her sincerely.
She shook her head, and asked a question of her own. "What happened?"
He took her hand in his, the same he did that night. Their eyes immediately connected, and he dropped her hand like it burned him. "The Sheffield's are currently stuck in Hawaii. There's a tsunami that is supposed to come in soon, and they can't fly out. We don't know how long they'll be there. You, however, are sick. You've got the flu."
"Is that why I feel like sh- Tsunami?" She screamed.
He nodded, and smiled sadly. "That was my reaction."
Suddenly, her eyes turned sad. "Niles... tsunami's kill people."
He nodded, "I know."
Before she could respond, she took off for the bathroom.
As she heaved into the toilet, he held her hair back, and rubbed her back comfortingly. When she was done, and she turned, he was holding a washcloth for her to wipe her face.
He left the room for her to brush her teeth, but when she re-entered the bedroom, he was there.
"What?" She asked, as she'd been in the room a whole minute and he'd done nothing to explain to here why we was still there.
"Nothing." He shrugged.
"Why're you still here?" She asked. "Not that I don't enjoy your company, I just... I'm sorry." She shook her head, "I'm exhausted."
He smirked, "It's quite alright. But you need to go back to bed." He nodded towards the bed, and she walked over and climbed back in.
He nodded, "I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything, Miss Babcock." And he turned to leave.
"Wait!" She caught him just before he disappeared. "You aren't going to stay?"
He shrugged.
"Just for a little bit? Until I fall asleep?"
He nodded, "Very well, then." And he resumed his spot in the chair next to her bed.
"Can we play a game?" She asked.
"You're supposed to be resting."
"I am. I'm not working, am I?" She asked with a smirk.
He sighed, and returned her smirk. "What is it you'd like to play?"
She thought about it for a moment, before asking him. "Would you rather eat 10 live spiders or drink a glass of sour milk?"
He smiled. "Sour milk, definitely."
They played for a little while, asking silly questions, until the questions began to turn more serious, more revealing.
"Would you rather live across the country all by yourself or live with me here in New York? She asked seriously.
"I'd rather live all the way across the country with you." He replied.
After a moment of silent eye connection, He asked, clearing his throat, "Can we play a different game?"
She nodded. "Uh... Sure. Go ahead and pick."
"Truth or Dare?"
"Truth." She picked.
"Do you have any tattoos?"
She laughed, "No."
He smirked, "You can't blame a guy for asking."
She smiled, "Do you?"
His brow furrowed playfully, "You can't ask me a question! I didn't even get a choice! Maybe I was going to pick dare!"
"You're playing with me. You were most certainly not going to pick dare. Now, answer the question." She grinned back.
"Possibly."
"Possibly?" She asked, waggling her eye brows, "And just what is that supposed to mean?"
He shrugged, blushing slightly. "What I said, 'Possibly.'"
"Show me." She told him.
"What? No way!"
"Ha!" She exclaimed. "So you do have one!"
"I didn't say that." He warned.
She begged, "Please?"
"No. Absolutely not." He shook his head.
"Why not?" She whined.
"Because, just...no."
She crossed her arms. "Fine. But you have to answer another question."
He sighed, "Fine." He'd agree to anything to get out of this.
"What were you really going to say to me in the kitchen that night?"