A/N: Sorry guys. I've had a lot of stuff going on in my life lately and fanfiction, as amazing as the Rhapsody books are, kind of went into the background. I also got an offer for a beta but that was back in November so I really don't want to bother that person now. Thanks for the offer though! Sorry for any errors, I did use spell check so it should mainly be grammatical errors.
Achmed stood outside Rhapsody's door and fidgeted. He was annoyed to realize he was nervous. Achmed did not get nervous, he got irritated. The longer he waited the more nervous/irritated he became. In reality it was probably only a few minutes but standing in that place that had always made him uncomfortable anyway in the state he was in now, it seemed to last forever. It was because of this that when Rhapsody opened the door, he scowled and pushed past her rather than offering some kind of comfort like he had planned. She merely closed the door and followed him in. While he stood staring at what should have been a fire she sat on the couch and looked blankly at him.
"What happened?" He asked, still refusing to look towards her.
"I wasn't enough. I knew it too; I don't know why I convinced myself I was." Achmed hadn't heard her talk like this since she got married. He turned to look at her and immediately remembered why he had been looking at the fire. He couldn't take her eyes. She had to feel something, he had to make her.
"Well I could have told you that. It doesn't matter how many times you go through the core and are remade, a whore is always a whore." He was rewarded with a flash of anger. For a second she sat up a bit straighter and even looked defiant. It only lasted a moment, however, and she soon deflated again.
"You're probably right." She looked down at her hands and up at him again. "I'm going to bed." Without another word she got up and walked towards the stairs. As she passed the door she opened it a bit, as if to let Achmed know he could leave. For a few minutes after she left he stood there wondering what he should do. The Rhapsody he knew was still in there, she had come back for a second. He began walking to the door, but when he got there he couldn't make himself leave. Instead, he closed it and made his way up to Rhapsody's room. She was standing at the window looking out at the lake. She reminded him of a statue of a goddess. Physically perfect, but no emotion. The floor creaked and she turned to look at him. Achmed didn't know what Ashe had done but looking at his dear friend standing there, if Ashe had been there Achmed would have killed him in a second.
"I'm," he started. He was not good at apologies, he couldn't even remember the last time he had tried to apologize for something. "I'm sorry Rhapsody. You know you can stay as long as you want. No matter what that arse rag does to you I'm sure you know there will always be people here that love you." That was probably the stupidest thing I've ever said. Achmed thought. If I don't kill Ashe for what he's done for Rhapsody, I'll have to kill him for what this has done to me.
"Yes, so Grunther tells me." He tone was slightly different than it had been all day. Not much, but enough. They just stood there for awhile before Achmed walked over and hugged her awkwardly. She wrapped her arms around him and began to cry. The stood like that all night, Rhapsody letting out all the emotion she had tried to pretend didn't exist and Achmed simply letting the gloriously painful waves coming from her wash over him.