A/N: I was going to kill off Celia in a really bad way but I figured that she didn't deserve that a character. So, anyway, there's more to her death than is evident. Obviously, her death is virtually a mystery as no one saw it coming. Anyway, on to the story!

Chapter Song: A House Is Not A Home by Luther Vandross

Chapter 11: I'm Not Meant To Live Alone

"I'm so sorry, Galen." Godric whispered as she sat in his lap, her face buried in his neck, red tears staining his neck and shirt. "I'm so sorry."

He had gotten to Shreveport in less than twenty minutes after Galen told him her mother had died. He was mystified as to what could have possibly been wrong with her mother when she'd seemed just fine the previous night.

"I don't know what happened! She was fine! Then she asked when we were gonna be able to go back to Dallas and I said whenever you told me we could return. Then she fell asleep at one of the tables and that was it! There was nothing wrong then!" Galen sobbed.

"What did the doctor say happened?"

"We're still waiting for the autopsy to see what was wrong with her. Godric, my mother was always a health freak! She went to the doctor twice a month! If something was wrong with her, she'd have known!" Galen cried out.

The hollow pit that had began in her stomach had now consumed her entire torso and Galen had a feeling that she would feel this way for a very long time. She and her mother had been very close and she knew for a fact that, were Celia sick, she would have told Galen.

"All we can do now is wait, my love." Godric replied bitterly. He could feel Galen's pain, sadness, and anger through their bond and it was driving him crazy to know that one person could feel this way.

He tightened his hold on her and let her cry until he felt the light pull of dawn approaching at 4 a.m. Though the sun didn't come up for another three hours, Godric thought it would be better to get ready. He pulled Galen off of him slightly and lead her to the bathtub in the hotel's bathroom.

Godric ran the water practically scalding, knowing that neither of them would really be able to tell the difference, and lit up candles around the tub. He dimmed the lights in the bathroom and sighed as he looked over at Galen.

Her arms were wrapped around her torso and tears were still falling from her eyes and onto the marble floor. Her dark hair was slightly messy and her face was far more pallid than it should have been.

She was losing blood from crying so much. Godric bent down and pulled her legs from her chest.

Galen's pain ridden eyes stared up at his as he undressed her delicately, as if she would break at any moment. Finally, when neither of them had clothes on now, he stepped inside the bathtub and helped her in.

She straddled his waist so that she was facing him and rested her head on his chest. Galen wrapped her arms around his chest and just lay there as he did the same for her. Godric brought his fingers up and down her spine as Galen held onto him for dear life.

Godric kissed her hair then her forehead. She looked up at him questioningly and sighed. "Godric, you don't have to be this way with me. I'm sure you have more important things in Dallas to do."

He shook his head slowly and pulled her closer to him, if at all possible. "You are the most important thing to me now, the most important thing to me ever. Nothing in the world would stop me from being with you, especially now. Celia meant something to me, too."

"But, you-"

"Are there important things that need my attention? Yes. Are any of them as important to me as you are? Definitely not. Now, Galen, just be quiet and let me just be here for you."

And Galen didn't say anything as Godric washed her hair and body fro her. She didn't say anything as he helped her out of the tub and dried her off. She didn't say anything as he let her fall asleep on top of him.

"Celia was poisoned." Dr. Agron said, looking down at the report of her body.

"Poisoned? With what?" Galen asked, genuinely angered and curious as to what the doctor would say.

"Arsenic and Ambien. The Ambien would have cancelled out the urinary effects of the poison. It wouldn't be obvious that she was poisoned with the Ambien added." Dr. Agron said.

"Who the hell would've given her that? My mother was perfectly healthy! Before we got here she was fine! Unless-" Galen stopped speaking and Godric gave her a concerned look.

"What is it?" he asked.

"She had to have been poisoned when we were still in Dallas! Soembody in the house...Isabel or Rodrick! They were the only ones there besides us! We were with each other the whole time but...but what if Rodrick was the one who did this?" she asked.

Godric frowned. "Isabel would never do such a thing. She's never killed in her life. But, Rodrick, I...I don't-"

"Godric, who else was there besides them?"

Dr. Agron looked back and forth between the two and sighed. "If you want to get th epolice involved-"

"We got this, alright? Look, Dr. Agron, thank you for helping me. I need to find out who the fuck poisoned my mother." And in an instant she was gone.

"Thank you, doctor. Really." And then Godric was gone, too.

"WHICH ONE OF YOU FUCKS MURDERED MY FUCKING MOTHER?" Galen screamed when she got back to the Dallas nest.

Godric had caught up to her by now and was pleading with her to calm down. "Galen, there's no way to know-"

"WHICH ONE OF YOU DID IT?" she yelled out before grabbing a vase and throwing it through one of the glass windows on the house.

Isabel came down to the living room to see what was happening. "What happened? What's wrong?"

"Celia is dead." Godric told her, while trying to restrain Galen.

"YES! MY MOTHER IS DEAD BECAUSE ONE OF YOU LYING, CONNIVING LITTLE FUCKERS KILLED HER! DO NOT LIE TO ME! WHO. FUCKING. DID IT?" Galen screeched.

"Godric, what is she talking about? How did Celia die?" Isabel asked, trying to diffuse the situation.

"She was poisoned with arsenic and Ambien." Godric answered.

"What?"

"She thinks someone here did it. Isabel, you have to tell me this now: did you murder Celia?" Godric asked calmly.

"No! No, I would never! Rodrick made a drink for her and told me to bring it to her but he makes everybody drinks all the time! I-"

"I KNEW IT!" Galen screamed out.

"Of course, but why would he do it? He had no reason to murder Celia!" Godric replied as Galen collapsed in his arms.

"I don't know, Godric, but he left just earlier tonight to go back to Austin. If he murdered Celia, he's long gone past there now." Isabel replied, coming to hug Galen.

"Well, then. It looks like we have some travelling to do."

A/N: So, kind of short, yes. But I KNOW you guys weren't expecting that! So Rodrick did murder Celia but there's a reason! Reviews make me happy!