* / wasn't me , rocco

[ANAXZANDRA C. TUCHMONT]

HONEY CAME IN AND SHE CAUGHT ME RED-HANDED, CREEPIN' WITH THE GIRL NEXT DOOR. PICTURE THIS, WE WERE BOTH BUTT-NAKED, BANGIN' ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR. HOW COULD I FORGET THAT I HAD GIVEN HER AN EXTRA KEY? ALL THIS TIME SHE WAS STANDIN' THERE SHE NEVER TOOK HER EYES OFF ME ---

Xzandr woke up, as usual, in an unfamiliar bed, with a hangover. It was by no means her worst hangover ever, and as far as they went, she would classify it was mild. That didn't mean it was pleasant at all. The room was spinning, and she had to take a couple seconds to just lay where she was and get oriented before sitting up. Luckily for her, the guy next to her was still sound asleep. She didn't remember his name, or how she'd gotten here. All she knew was that she had to get out quickly. The last thing she needed was to be sucked into a conversation or something. So, as quietly as possible, Xzandr slid out of bed and collected her clothes, putting them on before leaving. She obviously didn't know the address, so once she was outside, she looked around for street signs. She was a Hell native, so any street sign would pretty much instantly orient her. She found one, and as she expected, knew right away where she was. She started walking, and soon found herself at the bar from last night. If there was one thing Xzandr consistently remembered after a night of drinking, it was where she did that drinking. She went inside to get her keys, which she'd left with the bartender at the beginning of the night, then got on her bright yellow motorcycle- which she named Captain Kirk- and drove home.

She drove up the driveway, into the garage, and parked. For a second, she just sat there on top of her motorcycle, then motivated herself to move, and went inside. One would think she would eventually stop because the morning after drinking sucked, but for her, it was totally worth it. She immediately went to the bathroom, showered, and took some aspirin, then went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge, and went to her bedroom. She obviously changed clothes, into some orange gym shorts and a black tank top, and then crawled into bed. At least she had today off, so she could sleep all day, and hopefully feel better later on. But of course, she would do this all again tonight- get up, get dressed, go drinking, wake up in an unfamiliar place next to a stranger. That is, unless something, or someone, interfered. She hadn't bothered to memorize Rocco's schedule, at least not for today, so it was entirely possible her plans to drink and sleep around tonight would have to be put on hold. But she wasn't thinking that far ahead right now. Right now, she just wanted to sleep.

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[ROCCO T. MORETTI]

rocco had pulled a double, when the person that would normally come to relieve him never showed. he had constantly looked down at his beeper for a call from that same person, or maybe something from xzander. he received neither. at the twentieth hour he was finally relieved for a short break. he wasn't sure why, but he hadn't seen his girlfriend around, so he suspected that she had to be around, somewhere. he had checked her apartment before anything else, not even her bike had been there. he purposely didn't check any of the bars in the area of her place. there was a part somewhere deep down that suspected, that made his fists clench with anger and disgust. one of these days she would know and one of those days he would be left with what he had left of his life. he had begun to kind of resent the way she pretended to love him, touch him, make him feel whole when he knew exactly what she did when he wasn't around. it hurt, it burned, it made him mad with a furious onslaught of emotions.

with a heavy heart and wicked exhaustion, he went back to the hospital. several hours had come and gone before he was finally relieved by his co-worker. there was a story about how his son had come down with a fever and how they had to watch him very closely because of his delicate condition. rocco just wanted to get out of the hospital at that point, regardless of what had kept him there. he pushed his crumpled white coat into his locker, along with all his hospital equipment before he shrugged into his light jacket and headed back over to see if xzander was in yet. he received the shock of his life when he saw her motorcycle parked in the lot. rocco made it to the door and using his key, he walked briskly into the apartment. there was a quiet calm that both irratated and concerned him. it was pretty close to seven in the morning and he was nearly dead on his feet. he took his jacket off and leaned against the bar inside the kitchen. he knew he had to check, there was nothing else that he could do. delaying the inevitable was the only thing that kept him in check. hell, maybe she had been running errands. maybe her disappearance had nothing to do with a younger, if not more ignorant version of himself. maybe that was what stuck him the most.

he sighed, and throught the fog in his brain hoped to find her snuggled deep in her bed rather than wrapped in another mans arms. he nearly fainted from the relief he felt as he saw her sprawled out on her bed. but something struck him as odd. she looked showered, her hair still looked wet from taking a shower. his jaw tightened and that tiny tick that he thought he had been cured of came back. his fists once again clenched at his sides and he drew in a deep breath. he slowly sat down on the side of the bed that she wasn't laying over. tears gathered in his eyes, but he choked them down. he could already feel the bile rising up in his throat and quickly sprinted for the restroom. he imagined that the thoughts that occured in his mind were perhaps much worse than what might have happened. he couldn't seem to stop them though. images of her in another mans arms was too much for him to bear. as he approached the porcelein pot, he released all the bile that possessed everything that he could never say. he was disgusted. with her, with himself.

[ANAXZANDRA C. TUCHMONT]

HONEY CAME IN AND SHE CAUGHT ME RED-HANDED, CREEPIN' WITH THE GIRL NEXT DOOR. PICTURE THIS, WE WERE BOTH BUTT-NAKED, BANGIN' ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR. HOW COULD I FORGET THAT I HAD GIVEN HER AN EXTRA KEY? ALL THIS TIME SHE WAS STANDIN' THERE SHE NEVER TOOK HER EYES OFF ME ---

Xzandr had always had a tendency to be a light sleeper. At the hospital, she had to be. When she got a little time to sleep in an on-call room (on the off chance she used it to actually sleep, as opposed to fucking someone) she had to be able to be woken up by her pager, or a nurse that came looking for her. This had a tendency to spill over to home, when the tiniest things seemed to wake her up. Usually, though, for the first couple seconds, she would be a little groggy, especially when hung over. The pressure, and subsequent movement, created by Rocco sitting on the bed somewhat jolted Xzandr awake, though she still seemed asleep, honestly. It wasn't until Rocco got up and ran out of the room that Xzandr actually opened her eyes a little and sat up, squinting at the door. "The fuck...?" she said under her breath. She reached over and grabbed her glasses off the nightstand, sliding them on. At first, she was about to just take them off and lay back down, thinking maybe this was in her head, or that she might have been dreaming or something. She actually started to take the glasses off...

...But then she heard some vomiting and got really confused. She pulled the covers back and got out of bed, sliding on her slippers and walking toward the bathroom. Part of her wished she had a gun or something. "If you're here to burgle or something, keep in mind that I have some very advanced knowledge of human anatomy. I can and will fuck you up." Most women who lived alone and didn't have an attack dog might be scared to wake up and have some unknown person in their apartment. Xzandr just wasn't. She was pretty tough, and like she said, did indeed have advanced anatomy training. She might be small in size, but she could pack a hard punch to very essential areas. She didn't hesitate at all, just walked up to the bathroom door and looked in. She was, to say the least, shocked by Rocco being there. "Rocco?" she asked, as if unsure if she was seeing things or not.

She stepped into the bathroom and crouched beside him, placing one hand gently on his lower back. "Are you sick?" She wanted to ask what the fuck he was doing here, or how long he had been, but didn't want to seem guilty. "Cause quite honestly, I don't think sharing a virus is the greatest idea." Xzandr still had an immune system that wasn't the best, because of how sick she'd been as a kid, and Rocco should damn well know that by now. But she didn't want to bitch at him about it. She figured he didn't really have any malicious intent. "I was going to call you later for a game of whose night or morning was worse." She offered a very brief laugh. "I woke up in a tree. But I think you win anyway." This was obviously not true for this morning, but Xzandr figured she'd throw out some sort of alibi. Could he prove she'd done anything to the contrary? She gently rubbed his back. "How about you go lay down? I'll try to make some soup..." Xzandr was absolutely useless in the kitchen, though. If she did try to make soup, it would probably be terrible.

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[ROCCO T. MORETTI]

rocco felt like a total tool hovering over xzander's toilet emptying his stomach of all the tiny scraps of food that he had digested over the last twenty-eight hours. he hated himself mostly for assuming that just because she had showered that she had committed an act of infidelity. as much as he tried to convince himself that it was just a coincidence, he couldn't get over it. the vision of her the moment he had walked in her bedroom combined with the vision of her the way she truly was a second later shattered something deep inside his chest. he should have went straight home and slept for at least six hours and then dealt with whatever bullshit he had figured up in his head. he was on no sleep and wasn't thinking in the most rational of ways. he was in the worst kind of mindset to deal with his girlfriend in the shape he had made of himself.

rocco heard her voice and the very first thing that entered his mind was an image of her coming apart in another mans arms the way that she did in his. the sickness that he felt was just increasing the more he thought of everything that happened when he wasn't around. it nearly drove him to expelling even his organs from his body. it was like a virus that had taken over him, infecting every single cell that it possibly could. in the end, however, there was that sinking feeling that if she weren't there his life would be reduced to work and spending his nights as a lonely drunk wandering where his life had gone. his need for xzander far defeat the disgust that constantly ate at him like a parasite. "i'm not sick, i just pulled a double. it's only from exhaustion." he said in a tight, clipped voice, trying not to look up into the face that may or may not have betrayed him. instead he tried not to stare at the odd-colored concoction that lay in the toilet. his vision blurred at some point and he closed his eyes to alleviate the pressure that gathered there. he jarred himself awake as she said that she had woken up in a tree. in the back of his mind he didn't believe her, but a part of him pushed himself to question what tale she could come up with for it. he let out a cough before he looked up into her face. there he saw such beauty and strength that he thought for a second that she couldn't possibly be unfaithful. but the facts were true, he had seen some of them himself. "you woke up in a tree? was it an elm or an oak?" he asked in that quiet, groggy voice that he now believed to be the voice of himself without any sleep.

he couldn't move when she requested that he go lie down. he wasn't sure if it was because he didn't want to admit that her request was entirely valid or because he literally couldn't move. he was trying to get used to the feeling of being so damn useful at the hospital and less than acceptable when it came to xzander. he was strong, capable and completely competent at his job, but when it came to his girlfriend he could do nothing right. at least he thought so, because why else would she seek the sexual pleasure from someone other than him. he was completely puzzled by the person that he had become. "can't. not hungry. i missed you, zee." he said with the smallest smile that he could manage. it occured to him then, that he hadn't seen her in at least a few days. he doubted for a second that she had wandered about him once during that time. the thought that perhaps she stepped out on their relationship because she didn't care for him had never occured to him. he loved her so much and needed her with the same velocity that it had blinded him to even the simplest of solutions. he glanced at the mirror over the sink and saw the vision of himself, both broken and filthy. he slowly turned his head and looked at her head on, without any fear at all and finally faced up to himself and to her what was really going on. "do you care for me at all?" he said in a devastating whisper, shocking himself completely.

[ANAXZANDRA C. TUCHMONT]

HONEY CAME IN AND SHE CAUGHT ME RED-HANDED, CREEPIN' WITH THE GIRL NEXT DOOR. PICTURE THIS, WE WERE BOTH BUTT-NAKED, BANGIN' ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR. HOW COULD I FORGET THAT I HAD GIVEN HER AN EXTRA KEY? ALL THIS TIME SHE WAS STANDIN' THERE SHE NEVER TOOK HER EYES OFF ME ---

An avid watcher of NCIS, Xzandr tried her best to follow all of Gibbs' rules. Rule number seven was "always be specific when you lie." So when Rocco asked what kind of tree it was, Xzandr was already prepared. Someone else might be caught off guard, but Xzandr was the type of person to think things- at least a lie- entirely through before saying it. She would have an answer ready for anything regarding the topic of the lie. In this case, trees. "Damn it, man, I'm a doctor, not a botanist." She rolled her eyes. She'd always hated plant-heavy chapters in science classes. "I don't know. I didn't exactly take time to identify it." There was mild attitude behind her voice- like why would he even ask that? Did he not believe her or something? Of course, he had every reason to be questioning her story, and she damn well knew what she'd done and that she was lying, and that she had no room to be hurt by this. But still...

"Well you need to eat, or you'll get dehydrated," she told him. "Getting poked with needles sucks. A lot. You don't want that, do you?" Even she would feel bad for him if he got too dehydrated and needed IV fluids. She'd been there before. It was not a pleasant experience. "I know. Why else would you practically break in while I'm sleeping?" She gave another very short, very soft laugh and smiled at him. "I missed you too. Haven't seen much of you..." Just because she'd seen more of random dudes in bars than she had of Rocco didn't mean she didn't think of him at all. She just failed to feel guilty about it.

Do you care for me at all? Xzandr just looked back at him, stunned, for a second. This was probably one of about three questions in the entire assortment of questions any given person could ask, that could stun her. "What?" she asked, looking confused. She almost laughed, but managed to control herself. "Of course I do... So much." She really did, just... in her own way. She was just slow to warm up to him. Honestly, she thought she had drastically improved over previous relationships. Yeah, she still fucked around behind his back, but in previous relationships, she had done nothing to hide it. She couldn't even remember the numbers of times she'd been broken up with after the guy walked in on her with someone else, sometimes multiple times. At least with Rocco, she was taking some steps to be discreet about it. She doubted he would see it that way, though, if he ever figured her out. She had no idea that he'd seen her once at all. Xzandr reached over and flushed the toilet, so that neither of them had to look at what Rocco had dumped into it anymore. "Come on, you need some sleep." So did she, but she only needed it because she was hung over as fuck. Rocco looked like he needed it because of a long shift. "I will carry you if I have to. But one way or another, you're getting in that bed and sleeping until you're feeling better."

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