Hello everyone! I love this story so much that I've been working non-stop for you people. This next chapter is pretty long! Hope you enjoy! Maybe you'll find out who this mystery man is, but maybe not! Read to find out!
There might be some Dorian/OC, so I hope you like it as much as I liked writing it!
I woke up to my alarm blaring at 6:15 am. I reached out an arm to shut it off. Then I realized that my Nicholas wasn't standing there like he usually was. I was so used to seeing him in his snappy business suit, hair all combed back neatly. He'd always say, 'rise and shine, gorgeous' and I'd try to get a few more ounces of sleep. He'd throw back the curtains, letting all the light in.
"House, call Nicholas." I ordered to my house computer system.
"Dialing." The house responded.
His voice mail picked up. "Hello. You've reached Nicholas Fischer. I am away at a conference in Beijing and will be unavailable until the end of this week. If you press 1, you can be connected to my assistant who can help you. Thank you."
"End call." I ordered.
I sat in bed, wondering who I could call for help.
Kennex was a definite no. I guess Dorian will have to do.
"House, call Dorian." I ordered.
"Dialing." The house responded.
The phone didn't even ring twice before Dorian picked up. "Officer Clark?" He asked.
"Yes, sorry to disturb you." I apologized.
"That's quite alright." He replied.
"I need ah… need some help and you seemed to be the only one available." I rubbed my forehead.
"What do you need help with?" Dorian asked.
"If you could just come to my house right now, that would be great." I didn't want to tell him on the phone.
"Oh. Alright. I will be there in 5 minutes." Dorian replied.
"The door should be unlocked." I paused. "Thank you."
"Of course." Dorian replied. I hung up.
I laid in bed, fingering the cotton sheets that covered me. I looked to the left, concentrating on the wall. I noticed the cracking paint that was chipping off, and the photo I had hung recently that was tilting to the left 4 degrees.
I looked to the right, watching my alarm clock keep time on my night stand. I looked past it, into my office. It was neat and organized for the most part, with a few papers here and there.
I turned my head back to center. I stared at the ceiling, memorizing the patterns in the paint, pulling my sheets up to my neck to keep warm.
I heard my front door open and close.
"Officer Clark?" He asked.
"Upstairs, second room on your left." I directed.
I could hear him come up the stairs. He knocked on my closed door.
"Yes, in here." I responded.
"Officer Clark, I have a feeling this is your bedroom." Dorian said.
"It is. And don't worry, I'm decent." I almost laughed.
"Alright." He slowly pushed the door open. He spotted me in my bed.
"What do you need help with?" He asked walking up to my bed.
I took a deep breath and threw back my sheets with one arm.
I was wearing an old t-shirt of my brother's and a pair of black boxers.
Both of my legs extended 11 inches out from my hip bone and then abruptly stopped, with identical scar on the ends of both. My right arm extended 5 inches out from the top of my shoulder. I pushed my hair back with my left hand.
"Oh." Dorian could barely manage.
"My prostheses are in my closet." I gestured to the half open door.
Dorian walked over to my closet and open the door. My three prostheses were displayed one above the other, charged and calibrated.
"Which one first?" Dorian asked politely.
"My arm." I offered.
He lifted the arm off its display and walked over to me. He helped me sit up. Dorian snapped my arm into place, which changed colors to match my skin tone.
"Left or right leg?" Dorian asked.
"Either." I replied, swinging myself around so my 'legs' hung off the side of my bed.
Dorian came back with my right leg.
"I can do it." I took it from him and snapped it into place.
Dorian handed me my left leg, which again I snapped into place.
Dorian walked back to my closet and closed the door.
I took a deep breath and pushed down on the bed, standing up. I stumbled a bit. Dorian rushed to my side. He put a hand around my waist and another on my shoulder.
"Are you alright?" He asked, concerned.
"Yes, I'm fine." I smiled. "Thank you." I said softly.
"You're welcome." Dorian smiled back. He let go of me.
I slowly and stiffly walked forward to the door.
"Would you like some olive oil?" Dorian asked. "For your joints?" He explained himself.
"That'd be great." I nodded. "First cabinet on the left, second shelf." I directed.
"Is there anything else I can help you with?" Dorian asked.
"Could you make some coffee?" I asked.
"Sure." Dorian nodded, heading for the door.
He nodded and went downstairs.
I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and washed my face, feeling cleaner already.
Dorian came back upstairs, olive oil in hand. I sat back down on one side of my bed and Dorian sat on the other.
He poured some olive oil on to his hands, gesturing for my leg. I stretched it out and he started rubbing my knees.
"May I ask how you got this way?" Dorian tried asked lightly.
"I was going on a raid. There were at least 15 or more of us there. Several of us tripped wires and set bombs off. One bomb ripped my legs off. Shrapnel took my arm off. I was one of three people to survive." I summarized quickly. "I was in a coma for 11 months."
"That must have been hard." Dorian replied.
"The hardest part is waking up and realizing that you only have one limb. I'm practically helpless until I get my prostheses on." I sighed.
"But there are people who love you, right? They come and help?" Dorian asked, concerned.
"Yes." I smiled, looking down. I paused. "Are there people who love you, Dorian?" I asked, looking back up.
"Of course." Dorian replied quickly.
"I mean romantically, not just friends." I explained.
Dorian looked down. "I suppose not. Yet." He replied.
"Have you ever been kissed before?" I asked.
"No." Dorian shook his head.
I wrapped a hand around his neck and turned his head so he faced me. I leaned in and kissed him on his lips, softly and gently. He slid a hand onto my waist and kissed me back. After a few moments, we separated.
"Officer Clark." Dorian started.
"Emily." I corrected.
"Emily." He smiled. "Thank you." He stood and left, still smiling.
I stayed still for a moment and then got ready to leave.
I went to my closet and pulled out a pair of dark wash jeans and a black t-shirt with a black tank top. I quickly changed into them, stepping into some black suede pumps I had laying around.
I ran downstairs to find Dorian handing me a mug of hot coffee.
"I understand that you like it black." He smiled.
"Thanks." I blew on the hot coffee, trying to cool it down. I took a tentative sip. It was excellent.
Suddenly, he faced glowed blue. He tilted his head, holding up a hand to apologize.
"John?" He said, turning away from me a bit.
"Dorian! Where are you?" I could faintly hear Kennex's voice.
"I am at Officer Clark's house." Dorian responded.
My eyes widened. I waved a hand and got Dorian's attention.
"What are you doing at her house?" Kennex asked, confused and angry.
I waved a hand back and forth across my throat.
Dorian looked confused but hung up anyways. "I'll call you back."
"Why did you want me to hang up on Detective Kennex?" He asked, confused.
"You're the only person who knows about my prostheses except my family and Captain Maldonado." I explained.
"But you don't want Detective Kennex to know?" Dorian asked.
I slowly nodded my head.
"Alright. I won't tell him." Dorian promised.
"If he asks, tell him that he's has to talk me if he wants to know." I added, sipping more coffee.
"Of course." Dorian nodded.
I leaned back on my kitchen counter, sipping coffee.
"And Dorian." I started
"Yes?" He replied.
"Could you do this for the rest of the week?" I asked quietly.
"Of course." Dorian gave me a little smile.
"And could you come take them off?" I asked.
"Of course." Dorian assured me.
"Thank you." I said, barely audible.
My doorbell rang.
"It's open." I yelled.
Detective Kennex stormed in. "Why the hell did you come here and not tell me?" He asked Dorian, angrily.
"I was just…" Dorian didn't know what to say.
"He was just helping me fix my home security system. Somehow it was offline last night." I lied.
Kennex gave both of us a hard stare. "Fine. Let's get to auto body shop. Other units should be there soon." He ordered.
"I'm driving." I said, grabbing my badge and weapon, while heading for the door.
"No you're not." Kennex argued.
"That was a statement, not a suggestion." I shot back.
"I advise that you let her drive, John." Dorian covered for me.
"What is this? Gang up on me day?" Kennex said, exasperated.
"You wish." I said leading the two out the door. I locked my door behind me.
"You're sitting in the back seat, though." Kennex ordered Dorian.
We loaded into the car, with Kennex in the passenger seat. He unwillingly passed me the keys.
I started the engine and pulled away from my house and onto the main street. As soon as I got to the highway, I was going at least 15 mph over the speed limit.
"Could you please slow down? You're making me nervous." Kennex pleaded while holding onto a safety handle above his head.
"Nope." I replied bluntly, switching lanes, speeding up, and then switching back into my original lane. I eyed Kennex's death grip on the handle and chuckled to myself.
"John." Dorian started.
"What?" Kennex looked a bit angry that Dorian had to ask a question right now.
"Have you had any success finding a place for me?" Dorian asked.
"Maldonado said that you're property of the state. You need someone to watch over you." Kennex answered.
Dorian stared at the back of Kennex's head, silently pleading.
"No, it's my place, and my place alone." Kennex refused.
"What do you mean? Like an apartment to yourself?" I looked at Dorian in the rear view mirror.
"Yes." Dorian nodded.
"Then why didn't you say so?" Words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them. "I have an empty bedroom at my place if you're up for it." I offered.
"That's very gracious of you, but I can't-" Dorian started.
"Of course you can. I insist." I cut Dorian off as I cut off a minivan while taking a ramp off the highway.
"Well since you're insisting, I'll accept." Dorian relented.
"Great." I smiled.
"Perfect." Kennex muttered under his breath.
There it is! Hope you liked it! Next chapter should be up soon since most of it is written!
Sorry! I'm not letting any info out about Nicholas! My lips are sealed! Was that a little Dorian/OC I saw?! Possibly! ;)
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