How Did This Happen?

I’m going to be surprised if any of you are even bothering with this story anymore. I seem to go in funks one week I’m throwing the chapters out the next I’m stranded at work and end up with writers block. If any of you beautiful people are still bothering with me. I love you all ^-^…now to get this and that damn Harry Potter story moving again.
-Mouse

She moaned softly as he pulled his mouth away from hers. The kiss had been unexpected but she’d liked it, a lot actually. Lifting her fingers she touched her lips lightly and tried to figure out what to say to him. Though, she should probably work on not making out with people she’d just argued with. That, for sure would be a step in the right direction. She looked up at him to find him staring at her "You kissed me."

"Yes, I did." He smiled at her, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes and slowly he trailed his finger down her cheek. " I'm still angry."

"That makes to of us, stay the hell out of my head." Yes, anger was good. She needed to keep her head on straight…ok so anger was totally not going to help her but she wasn’t going to think about it at the moment.

"Then stop lying to me. In case you haven’t figured it out yet I'm trying to help you but for whatever reason you continue to protect that son of a bitch and refuse to keep lying for you do you.” Ok so maybe anger was going to help her, only he continued on before she could interject. “I can't, he almost killed me, he wanted Molly, he attacked you”

His words trailed off and she looked down. He was right, of course. However it didn't stop her feelings. It’s not that she didn’t believe Sylar was all the things Matt said he was. Hell she’d seen first hand how violent he could be, how very unbalanced he was, but for whatever she just-it was hard to put into words but whatever it was she couldn’t not care about it. She knew Matt was waiting for a response but she didn’t have answers for him. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

"Why not just tell me what’s going on, I can’t help if you don’t let me."

She nodded, but you know what? Matt wasn’t the only one who had questions. If he wanted information form her he was going to have to give some up as well. "What about your wife."

"She's not a factor"

"Of course she is!"

"No, she's not. I plan to go through with the divorce. We don’t fit and I’m not going to continue to pretend we do. Now, stop trying to change the subject and tell me everything."

"And if I hold back?"

"I'll find it myself." His voice was flat

Her mouth turned down into a frown and she glared at him. She was tried of being pushed around and she wasn’t in the mood to talk about something she didn’t really understand herself. But, she also knew that he did deserve something, some kind of explanation even if it was a weak one. So she looked everywhere around the room but at him and tried to bring her thoughts together. Finally she lifted her gaze to his face. "I have an ‘ability’. It's like a shield I guess, but I can't really control it and more times then not it tends to hurt me. Like, it causes me physical pain; makes me dizzy, bloody nose, and a migraine. I try my best not to use it but sometimes I can't help it and it just sort of does its own thing. The only thing I can do with it aside from getting hurt is make a little covering over my head when it rains, an invisible umbrella. He said he saw that, the night in the parking garage when we first met. He told me he wanted the power but I was so scared of him it-the shield just happened. He couldn't touch me and all I could do was cry from fear and the pain I was in. I don't really remember much of what I said, I’m pretty sure I had verbal diarrhea if you haven’t noticed I get it quite often, but something changed his mind. One second he was taunting me, the next he was gone."

He didn’t talk, she figured it was because he knew she wasn’t even close to being done. Letting out a sigh she rubbed her arm before moving onto the next part, something that was obviously going to make him angry.

"I-at the hospital that day, we we're fighting and you were so angry with me and then I saw her. Of course I knew about your wife but seeing her...I don't, it hurt a lot and I ran. I couldn't go into that room and see you with her. We had our weird little relationship, flirting and what not but she was your wife I was just some nurse with a crush. When I got into my car to leave he was there just sitting in the backseat with that look on his face, I guess he was waiting for me. I knew it would be pointless to run and so I just decided to embrace my early death and did as he told me to. He took me to the apartment, we talked, we yelled, we fought, we fucked, you showed up and the end."

"Nice try, but no. What did you talk about?"

"Please, I don-" But she saw the look on his face "We talked about...stuff, stupid stuff you don’t really give a shit about. Things like how I didn't believe his real name was Sylar, after I made fun of his he mocked mine. How he planned to kill me and other lovely things like that. Then we got into an argument over Molly and you. I hurt his feelings, I hugged him, we started to have sex, he got angry at me tried to choke me, and I felt bad, because that's the type o-"

"Bad? You felt bad? "

"I know alright? I don’t need you to remind me that I’m out of my damn mind ok? Back to the story you’ve been dying to hear. I felt bad, then we fucked, he was an asshole. Then he left, you showed up at the apartment and now here we are at the end and I don’t want to fucking talk about it anymore alright?

He was silent for a long time before he shook his head and pushed away from her. Now she was angry at him again; angry that he'd made her say all of it out loud, made her face the fact that she plainly crazy, made her admit that she cared if he was upset or hurt. And forced her to admit at least to herself that she missed

"You miss him"

"STOP IT" She pushed him away and shoved off the counter glaring at him. She went too shove past him but he reached out and grabbed her by the arm pulling her up against him , forcing her to tilt her head back and look up at him. Did he ever look angry with her.

"How, how in the hell can you miss him. What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You don't understand and I don't know how to make you. I saw him, he-he was hurting."

"Hurting? What the hell does it matter if the murdering bastard was hurting."

"I don’t need to justify myself to you and I know I’ll never make you understand. I told you everything if you can’t handle it you shouldn’t have asked. Now let go of me, I don’t want to talk about it anymore."

"Yeah you know what? You’re right, because I have to assume it’s really had to come to terms with the fact that you’re some madman’s whore."

"Fuck you Parkman"

There was silence, a long silence before he pushed her away and took a step back to put space between them.

"When you get over whatever the fuck this is, we can talk."

"Oh, now you don't want to talk? Wanted to know the story so bad that you threatened to take it from my head yourself and now that you know all the gory details you don’t want to hang around?. Get the hell out of my house"

"You're a real bitch sometimes you know that?"

"And hear I thought I was just a whore"

He looked like he wanted to shake her and suddenly that’s exactly what he did. Sweet, loveable Matt Parker grabbed her by the arms in a grip so hard it made her wince and shook the hell out of her.

"What the hell is wrong with you Azure?"

"Stop it"

He shook her again, just as hard and she winced again before blinking her eyes quickly trying to stop the tears she knew were about to fall. He wasn’t hurting her, it was more like shock tears but she’d already told Sylar once, she cried over everything. It couldn’t be helped. As soon as the first tear hit her cheeks he abruptly stopped his movements and his hands fell away from her.

"Azure"

But she was already backing away from him, the tears now streaming down her cheeks. Instantly Matt went after her. She turned quickly and fled up the stairs to try and get away from him. Even though she knew it was silly to do so, she hadn’t even ran away from Sylar. He followed her and he didn't catch her until she'd darted into her bedroom. She'd made it about a step inside the door when his arm came around her waist and he hauled her back against him

"Let me go!"

"I'm sorry ok? I'm sorry."

"J-just leave me alone."

He turned her and hugged her to his chest, just wrapped his arms around her tightly and hugged her. It was only seconds before she’d sagged against him crying and she hoped he felt like an ass. He shuffled her back towards her bed and sat down pulling her into his lap. Twisting she turned her body and buried her face into his neck. "Forgive me?"

"Y-yes."

It was a start, he should have never put his hands on her like that. He laid back and moved her so she was next to him. She quickly shifted so that she was tucked against him again and he rested an arm over her hip and they laid there silently.
"What about me Matt, do you forgive me?"

"I do"

He smiled back at her, she guess the fight was over for now. She watched him for a moment before leaning forward and pressing her mouth to his. The kiss stayed gently for only a moment and she sighed, this time happily, when his hand slid under her shirt. When all of this was done and she was alone and had time to think. She’d really needed to analyze why she kept fighting with someone and then tried to get naked with them directly after because clearly something about her was broken, but for now she was going to enjoy herself. Lifting her leg she moved it over his hip and grinned against his mouth.

To bad neither one of them noticed the irritated man watching them.