Okay so this is my first ever fic and I don't really know what I'm doing. I've been thinking about writing for so long, but have never gone for it. But now I have and I've actually got the next chapter done too, so I hope you guys like this one, if so I'll do my best to continue writing. I have an idea as to where this is going so we'll wait and see! But for now hope you like it! If you have any comments please review!

Beginning of the story is set in September 2013. Everything that has happened in real life has happened here. But Penn and Zoe broke up around 2 months ago in this story.

Chapter 1.

Blake unlocked the door and stepped into the light hallway in front of her. She started moving towards the spacious office space to her right, once she was inside she sat at the desk and stared at the white laptop; almost as though she was waiting for it to open itself. She lifted the lid and went straight to the internet, she needed to do some research for a part she was auditioning for, it wasn't the lead role but something about it made her excited so she wanted to make sure she'd given the audition her all.

After about an hour's worth of scribbling down what seemed to be useless information onto a lined pad of paper she decided she'd do the rest of her research the next day. Blake clasped the top of the laptop frame as she was about to pull it shut, when she realised she had nothing else to do once the laptop was off, so she pushed it back to its normal height as she stared back at the blank screen, wondering what she could do. Blake was never normally this bored, she normally had a busy schedule and rarely had time for her much loved computer, but since her husband was away she didn't have much to do these days. After a few minutes of fighting it she decided to resume to the web and clicked onto the 'US' magazine, she didn't tend to allow herself to circum to its temptation, but she was bored and secretly she loved to know what was going on in 'Hollywood' although she always refrained from calling it that. Blake had been scrolling through the magazine for a few minutes, drifting through pointless articles until her eyes gawked open. She unconsciously leaned further towards the screen as she couldn't believe what she was seeing, without control her eyelids began to blink furiously fighting back tears that were trying to make their way down her face. She refused to believe her eyes, but it was a pretty well respected magazine and rarely published stories without hard evidence. She put her long, delicate hand towards her right eye and lightly brushed away the tears. She slowly and cautiously continued to scroll down the heartbreaking article, scared as to what she might read. She read every word carefully to ensure she'd consume as much knowledge as humanly possible; her eyes darted from left to right as she read until they stopped on a particular line, it took her aback and she couldn't believe what she was reading, she refused to believe it. 'Sources close to Penn report: It's 50/50 whether he makes it or not.'

She couldn't believe she hadn't heard the news sooner, that someone hadn't let her know. Why hadn't Lynne called? She thought to herself, remembering how close she used to be to her ex's mom. But slowly the blonde realised that she wasn't living a 2009 world anymore, she wasn't the most important person in his life, hell she was probably one of the least important at the rate she'd been going. Sure they got along on set, but they made little effort to talk outside of shooting days. It seemed weird that someone who was once so important to you and someone you spent every single day with, suddenly was out of your life forever; this was the reality she had been faced with over the past few months and it still hadn't quite settled in.

Blake snapped out of her reminiscent thoughts and grabbed her phone that was sat next to her, as her fingers skimmed through all her contacts she reached a name she hadn't dialled in a long time...too long. She tapped on the screen as it began to dial.

"Hello, Lynne?" Blake was worried, not only that Lynne wouldn't even recognise her voice, but more concerned about what she was about to find out.

"That's not Blake is it?" Lynne asked on the other end of the line.

"Yes...Hi, I would say 'how are you?' but I'm not sure that's suitable...how is he?" Thoughts swam around her mind like a terrifying nightmare as she awaited a response she felt she knew was coming, but Blake tried to keep positive through hearing faint sniffs on the other end of the phone.

"Honestly, it doesn't look good Blake", Lynne couldn't take anymore and starting crying heavily on the other end of the phone, Blake could feel herself starting to choke up at the sound of Lynne's sobs. But as Blake began to tear up herself; she felt as though somehow she shouldn't be worried or upset, like she didn't deserve to be. Lynne interrupted her thoughts when she began to tell Blake the whole story.

After a considerable amount of crying later, more on Lynne's half than Blake's; Blake had heard everything and it was not pretty. The blonde finally managed to conger up the courage to ask the question that had been spiralling around her mind for a while now, and she was honestly scared of the answer.

"Can I see him?" Blake didn't care about the repercussions this might have on her marriage, hell she wasn't even planning on telling Ryan she'd gone to see her ex.

Lynne spoke softly and said "Of course you can, I know we've lost touch over the past few years, but it would mean a lot if you came to see him."

And with that Blake quickly responded with a "When can I be there?"

"3:00 too soon?"

And with that Blake was off, she grabbed her keys and within seconds was already at the door, admittedly she hadn't really thought about what she was doing or what she was going to say...to him or her husband; but she didn't care, she had to go and nothing was going to stop her.