Love Don't Live Here Anymore

Author: SadEyedLadyoftheLowlands

A/N: How freaking depressing is it that this show is cancelled? Kat and Patrick are probably now in my list of favourite tv couples of all time! Their awesomeness is without words.

This piece of writing just came out of me like word vomit, I might continue it?

WARNING! A little spoilery for 1x18 but mostly just speculation.

Love love love don't live here anymore

You say that it's a shame and show me the door

You say that you don't need me anymore

And I said

Love love love don't live here any more

Love love love all you want is ending

Love love love all the nights we're spending

Love love love don't live here anymore

"Love Don't Live Here Anymore" - Ladyhawke

He couldn't understand how things had gone so wrong, so fast. One moment all had been right with the world. He and Kat had been so close. So close to being so close. He had planned the perfect night for them to finally have sex. An issue that they had been skirting around for weeks, their make-out sessions heating up and his nights sleeping beside her growing strangely frustrating. And then, like it always was with them, the moment was trashed with a couple of words uttered without thinking. And then...and then well things just went downhill from there.

Patrick had never wanted to be with someone as bad as he wanted to be with Kat. But he didn't want to rush her, didn't want to rush the flurry of emotions they were clearly both feeling, didn't want to crash just when their relationship was about to take off. However, he was pretty sure if spontaneous human combustion was ever possible one or both of them would be experiencing the phenomenon pretty soon.

So the night they had planned, anticipated nervously, excitedly, finally came and the kisses grew frantic, desperate, urgent, until they were both wearing practically nothing. And then as if he had abandoned all control of his body, his senses, his self control, he found himself pulling away, looking into Kat's eyes and saying the unthinkable. The worst thing he could have possibly said.

I love you.

He knew it was the wrong thing to say immediately when Kat's soft, lusty gaze hardened, her muscles stiffened and her mouth turned down into a frown. He couldn't take it back now. His words were floating in the space between them, turning gears in Kat's head. And though he couldn't believe he had said the words first, and was terrified out of his mind, he still hadn't expected what had happened next.

Kat stood up, started putting her clothes back on, and shoved his into his lap as he sat up on the bed, and told him quietly and coldly to get out.

Patrick didn't have much experience with saying those three words to girls, but he was pretty sure this was the exact opposite reaction that she was supposed to have to the confession. No—he was absolutely positive that Kat was supposed to have wanted to have sex with him more – she was supposed to melt in his arms – give him a smile, one of her genuine Kat smiles which he had grown fond of and then say it back. Or something. Not this. Not this cold angry gaze she was giving him now.

So after a heated argument, where the words frigid bitch, psychotic, and heartless may have left his mouth, joining the other three words still floating around the room in the realm of 'things I can never take back', he was gone with the slamming of the door. As he walked home (because he was still sans motorcycle) he was still buttoning up his shirt and tying the shoelaces on his Converse sneakers.

Oh- and it was raining.

And now, lying in his own stupid bed, in the same house as the jackass he called his stepfather, in the last place he ever wants to be, let alone the night he was supposed to have had sex with his awesome sexy girlfriend, he was now cursing the day he met Kat Stratford.

And cursing the day he had let his guard down enough to tell her that he loved her.