Doubt

"Welcome home!" Melissa smiled as Lazarus opened the door, throwing his work jacket on the sofa where she had just been sitting. "Bad night?" She asked, tilting her head slightly. She recognised the frustration in his eyes.

"Have a guess at who replaced James..." He sighed, the tension in his voice clearly evident. Melissa shrugged looking at him. He gave her a pointed look, "Connor. I'm going to... to... " he finished with a growl that suggested he wanted to simultaneously hurt Connor, and pin his memory of Gabriel on him.

"Why?" She asked wondering where his sudden anger came from.

"Why what?"

"Why do you want to hurt him, I know that look Lazarus Thorn." She laughed, but her face turned serious again when she saw his look.

"He looks so much like Gabriel, but his manner an attitude is completely different. He is the most annoying person I have met in a long time. There was only one thing on that guy's mind the whole night." He growled, clenching and unclenching his fist.

"Go on."

"The whole bloody shift, he was just asking about you. I wouldn't have minded if it weren't for the fact that I could tel what he was thinking of you," he grimaced.

"Me? What was he asking?" Her tone was curious, although in truth she didn't think she wanted to know.

"Everything he could possibly think of. What you like, your favourite music, do you play..." he exhaled slowly, trying to calm him down.

"That doesn't seem too bad." She stated, somewhat bemused at his anger.

"Until you realise that he was looking for answers to questions that he might otherwise have had to ask you. He wants to impress you, by making 'lucky guesses' and consequently get in your pants."

Melissa winced, a thought she did not want to think about. "To think your night started so well." She shivered, the thought of Connor... Eugh.

"Now you understand why I'm tempted to break that pretty face of his," he growled.

"Calm down." She smiled, kissing him softly. "You're not at work anymore, okay?"

"He's just down the hall..." He muttered irritably, not listening. "Just down there. No one would care."

Melissa looked at him, annoyed. "Lazarus! So does that mean you're gonna ignore me for the rest of the night?"

"No." He kissed her, somewhat absent-mindedly. "I hope he gets in my way next moon." He muttered under his breath.

Melissa shuddered, the last time he said that was...Logan. "No." She snarled. "Lazarus stop it. I won't have you thinking like that again."

He shook his head and blinked, gazing at Melissa carefully. "Sorry. He just really got to me tonight."

Melissa sighed. "So is this what it's gonna be like every night you come home from work?" She asked curiously.

"No way. I'm getting a new job."

"Wait. What?"

"New job. I'm quitting tomorrow. There is no way you can make me keep my job with that.. insufferable person."

Melissa shook her head. "I suppose it's for the best." She sighed, finishing her sentence in her head. "Save you trying to kill him."

"Certainly better than me killing him, yeah," he nodded, as if knowing what she was thinking.

"So. You coming to bed?" She asked as she noticed the sun rising outside. That was another reason why the human would never have her.

"In a minute. I need to calm down first."

"You are not drinking." She growled.

"I don't have anything to drink." He sighed.

"Good." She murmerred. "I'm going to get changed, I'll be back in a minute." She smiled, kissing his cheek softly. She disappeared into the bedroom as Lazarus nodded, wandering over to his piano. He played until the lilting lullaby's calmed him. Somewhere in his head he cursed the lack of vodka.

Melissa appeared a few moments later. "So, want one last gift before sun comes up?" She smiled, hoping to lift Lazarus' spirit.

He looked up to see Melissa stood next to him. "Please." He smiled. Melissa gave him a hand, helping him to stand up from his chair. She leant towards him. Kissing him just like before, "Thank you."

Melissa smiled. "That's only for you."

"Glad to hear it." He laughed, as they walked towards the bedroom. The sun sent tiny red rays of light into the room as they settled down. Melissa looked at him, his arms pulling her closer to him under the covers. She smiled, "Please, don't let him break this again." A slight sigh escaped from her red lips as she rested her head back on his chest, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest almost acting like a lullaby.

"I won't," he promised her, though in his mind, there was the ever present doubt that attacked his thoughts.

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