Title: Cass Vs. Adora
Summary: Wyatt can't put this off any longer.
Disclaimer: Do not own.
"I like cream," Zero threw an arm around Cain. "Ice cream, cream on apple pie, creamy skin... I like cream."
Wyatt shot him a look that managed to convey irritation, envy and disbelief. "Gods, you're annoying when you've gotten laid."
Zero jabbed a finger into Cain's chest. "You maybe oughta try it," he replied, before becoming dead serious. "Just gotta decide with who."
Wyatt had already made that decision. Both women had been avoiding him. When they visited him in hospital, neither of them said much.
Cass couldn't move her head, but at least it was still attached to her body. All that was wrong with it was a strong stiffness. The healers had given her a strong sedative to ease the muscles, but knowing that it would send her to sleep, she put it off. Apparently, if she didn't move, it didn't hurt. Gods help her, she did
try, but Wyatt was consumed by guilt and only managed monosyllabic replies.
When Adora arrived, she remarked that she had been 'busy'. "You know you can
"I know that."
"I mean you have a job. You should go to work."
go to work."
"When you're asleep. You do that a lot, you know."
"Look, you start your physical therapy, you get your sea legs back."
"Right," Wyatt replied without much enthusiasm. There was a long silence.
"Ok, I'm going to get out of here," she said finally, getting up. "Can I get you anything?"
"No. You've done enough," he replied shortly. She left. "I know who," he told Zero when he remarked on it. "I have to find Adora."
"She's in her office," Zero replied, slipping away from him.
Adora's office was a little more than a broom cupboard, especially comparing it to Cain's own. He got a response immediately when he knocked on the door. She looked up and dropped her pen when she saw who it was. "You're ending our marriage," she divined, even as he stood awkwardly in the doorway. "So you can be with her
. Have you told her yet?"
Wyatt just shook his head. "No," he found his voice finally. "I thought. I have to talk to you first before... even if she doesn't..."
"Finish your sentences, Wyatt. An unfinished sentence is evidence of a softening mind."
Wyatt did not appreciate being upbraided like that. "If she doesn't want to be with me, it... doesn't affect whether I want to be with you
After a moment, Adora picked up her pen and continued writing. "Don't let me stop you, Wyatt." She listened as the sounds of his rustling disappeared through the door. As soon as it closed, she dropped the pen, bringing her hands up to her face and began to cry.Damn, damn, damn!
Wyatt spent the time cursing himself. Mostly, it was an attempt to keep himself from crying. It was marginally successful. He found his own office, despite not looking for it and went inside, slamming the door behind him.
He reeled to a nearby corner, tears finally breaking through. He found himself staring at a knife-like letter opener, wishing he was suicidal enough to plunge it into his heart. It probably was too blunt to do so but staring at it gave him a focus for his self-loathing.
"Breathe," the female voice startled him. Had she been in here already? How did he not see her? Or hear her as she entered? "In and out, Wyatt, in and out."
He shuddered as he began to obey. Delicate arms wrapped themselves around his shoulder and he found her scent, ironically lavender, able to relax him. She ignored the wet tears dropping down onto her dress. She was quietly patient as his tears faded and his breathing returned to normal.
Eventually, he found the courage to speak up. "Thank you, Your Highness," he whispered.
Queen Lavender's eyes were gentle. "Don't mention it, Mr Cain."Lavender Thoughts