The Mistake | By : ZoeyLeigh Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 4987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Warnings: Um not much except some OOCness from Anita and a smudge from the rest. Still just R.
Disclaimer: I…don’t own them. Wish I did. All rights belong to Mrs. Hamilton.
As I pulled out of the lot I looked over at Jason. He hadn't said anything yet. He was staring out the windshield with his arms hanging loosely, hands resting lightly in his lap. God he looked miserable.
"I hate to ask this again but are you okay? I mean I know you’re not ‘okay’ okay but are you going to be alright?"
He spoke softly enough that I almost couldn't hear him. "Yeah. I just can't believe I almost lost it. If Richard knew he would be so disappointed. I didn't mean for that to happen. I just didn't want anything to happen to you. Stupid I know since god only knows how many vampire kills you have. And you can certainly take care of yourself with other things. I just panicked I guess." He grinned weakly. "Besides I still haven't slept with you. Can't have you dying on my account till I have."
I couldn't help it. I laughed. Dumb I know since it wasn’t really that funny. It was more from relief I think. This was my Jason. Flirty and light-hearted most of the time. At least he wasn’t so depressed that he’d lost himself.
A few minutes later when I pulled into my drive and parked the car in the garage Jason nearly flew out of the car. He made it to the bushes before he got sick. I grabbed the liqueur and moved over to rub his back.
He gave me a wane smile when he was finished and motioned for me to lead on into the house. I shook my head in dismay as we walked in. "You can get something to drink if you want. Like water…or juice."
"Thanks." He sounded hoarse. He went and got a cup out of the cupboard and filled the glass with water while I locked the front door.
Almost as soon as I put the bag down on the kitchen counter my phone rang. Jason jumped nearly a foot nearly dropping the glass. Which would have been bad. It was literally a glass glass. He made a low keening noise. I slipped my hand in his and gave a light squeeze. The phone rang again.
"Don't worry about it Jason. I'm sure that it's just Bert calling to bitch because I didn’t show up for some of my appointments." I squeezed his hand again for reassurance, and then picked up the phone with my other hand. "Hello?"
"Anita?" It was Richard. Damnit. And damn him.
"Hi. Have you talked to Jean-Claude recently?" Okay that was obvious or anything. Way to go Anita. Real smooth.
"No. Why would I have? Is Jason there yet?" I looked over at Jason's frightened face and barely contained my sigh. I didn't want to get him trouble but I couldn't lie to Richard. He might not be able to smell a lie over the phone but normally he could tell when I wasn’t being completely truthful anyway.
"Yep. Why?"
"Is he okay?" There was concern there. But I also noted the anger.
"I believe so. I was just looking right at him and he looked like he was all in one piece. Why do you want to know? Did you hear something I didn’t?" I carefully kept my voice neutral betraying no emotions. Jason's eyes widen and he stared at me incredulously. I guess he had picked up that it was Richard. Or he could just hear Richard’s voice through the phone. Werewolf super hearing and all that. He let go of my hand and pulled the beer out of the bag and put it in the fridge.
"Can I talk to him?"
"No."
"Why not! Anita put him on the phone."
"He's busy right now. What do you want to know? I’ll ask him."
I watched Jason get down two glasses and start going through my drawers looking for my bottle opener. I shook my head at him.
"Anita is he drunk?" I heard Richard sigh in resignation.
"Why would you think that? Damnit Jason it's in the drawer next to the sink."
"Thanks Anita."
"Is he god dammit? Tell me! Better yet if he’s right there just put him on the phone. I’ll ask him myself."
"I don't think he is." And I wasn't lying. He was much more sober now.
Richard growled angrily. "Fine then. Good-bye Anita." He was pissed. Royally.
"Bye Richard."
"Love you."
"Love you too."
I stiffened slightly as Jason wrapped his arms around my waist. "What did he want?"
I hung up the phone. "To know if you were drunk. I don't know who told him though."
Instead of pulling away like I usually would I leaned back against his chest. Maybe it was the lack of sex and physical affection from the guys. "I told him you weren’t Jason, so * please * don't get drunk again. At least not tonight when you’re in my care."
He sighed. "I won't. Promise. And thanks."
"Welcome." I moved away from him and he let me go. "I'm going to go up and take a shower and get ready for bed. Will you be alright down here by yourself?"
He nodded. "Anita? Will you have one glass of wine with me? Please?"
“Jason you know I don’t drink.”
His look turned to one of pleading. I could see the tears starting to well up in his eyes before he shifted his gaze to the floor. “Please Anita. Just one glass. You probably won’t even get tipsy from on glass.” He lifted his gaze back up from the floor to look into mine.
I stared into his haunted eyes and said yes. I laughed slightly, uncertainly. I never drink, where had the yes come from. I sat down in one of the chairs at the breakfast table and waited while he poured me, and then himself a glass.
He brought both glasses over, careful not to spill any, and set one down in front of me. I waited until he sat down and sipped his. Well it wasn’t poisoned. Not that I really thought it was but…shit. How the fuck do I get myself into these situations. I couldn’t help staring down at my glass with a look of death. Of course that wouldn’t help much since it wasn’t alive. But one quick look up at the pained expression on Jason’s face. And the look bordering on betrayal, which it would be if I didn’t follow through with my promise, in his eye and I picked up the glass and took a sip. Not horrible.
"Jason why have you been drinking so much?"
He shuddered lightly. "Because if I pass out I don't dream. I've been having nightmares Anita and I just can't take it anymore."
Shit. That's what I'd been afraid of. I took a gulp of my wine. Almost gagged. Wine was for sipping not chugging. "Have you thought about seeing a therapist?"
"Yeah but I don't think they'd be able to handle it any better then me. I mean I've seen some really weird stuff. You know what I mean?" He looked up at me questioningly.
"I know what you mean." Boy did I ever. And we were both putting ‘weird stuff’ lightly. More like horrifying, terrible, and really gross. He was right. A therapist would think him crazy and have him committed. Even if it were someone in the pack he would probably give them nightmatoo.too. A no win situation.
We sat in silence finishing our drinks. I never really noticed him refilling my glass the first time, so when he was starting on his second I was almost finished with my first. Before I could really protest he poured more in. And I wanted to protest but I understood the need to drown ones self until you couldn’t feel any more. And I also understood why he wanted me to stay and drink with him. So I kept drinking.
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