Hi, sorry for the chapter being so short but I just had to end it there :) Hope y'all enjoy.
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"Talk to me." Catherine said at last, after they had remained in silence for several minutes. Sara looked down sadly.
"It's just ... I saw what my parents were capable of, and I ..." Sara started, but Catherine placed a finger over her lips to silence her.
"You're not like them Sara. You're nothing like them."
"I could be." She whispered. "It scares me." Catherine placed a simple kiss on Sara's cheek.
"Sweetie listen to me. You are neither of your parents. You, Sara Sidle, are the sweetest, kindest most sensitive girl I know. You have dedicated your life to helping people and you put your heart and soul into every case you work. I do know you Sara, maybe better than you know yourself." Catherine assured her, her soothing voice nearly managing to convince Sara. Nearly.
"I just ... All my life I have tried to forget, and every now and then something comes back to me, and then it's like I can't stop remembering. I feel like the memories are going to drive me mad, like one day I'm just going to fall apart. And I want to make it stop but I can't, I get so angry that I can't control it that I just want to lash out, but I ... I can't. I start to lose control, and I don't know how to make it stop so I take it out on ..." Sara stopped her near-hysterical babbling mid sentence. Tears were escaping again and her breathing was coming in short sharp gasps, reminding Catherine of the scene outside the hospital. Catherine rubbed her back and brushed her hair behind her ear.
"Take it out on what?" she asked softly, stroking Sara's burning face with the back of her fingers.
"Myself." The brunette murmured quietly. Cath raised an eyebrow.
"Is this why you haven't been looking after yourself?" Sara shrugged, avoiding eye contact. Cath sighed, "Sara, honey, I know you probably feel like you don't need to but, well you do. Your health may not be important to you but it is to me. Even you have to eat and sleep, just occasionally." The blonde half-joked. "I worry about you." She continued, her features softening. "You don't have to play this superwoman act on my account." Sara smiled a little at that. "I'm serious, I see people at their worst every day. What makes you think I'm going to turn you away?" She pointed out, brushing a brunette bang out of Sara's face.
"You don't really want to see me at my worst, trust me." Sara whispered, her voice hoarse with unshed tears. Catherine didn't flinch, didn't even blink. She just smiled a sweet, honest smile.
"I already have."
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"So Miss Sidle, I've put my feelings on the line, you know how I feel. Tell me, what do you want?" Cath asked, a quiet vulnerability evident in her voice. Sara barely hesitated long enough to glance up at her friend.
"I want you."