Title: Not in Love Too

Rating: Trainee/K

Summary: She's not in love either… apparently!

Disclaimer: We're not dwelling remember…

Spoilers: Mea Culpa

A/N: Companion to 'Not in Love'. Thank you so much for all the reviews for that, and for Wedding Announcement (and, Sab, you must be able to see the future, I plan for the next fic in that series to be called 'Wedding Invitation' :-) )

I didn't wonder, when I married Eddie, whether I was making a mistake; whether I was choosing the wrong man; I didn't wonder if there was even a choice open to me.

I never considered that the wistful -- almost sad -- look in his eyes, as he held my daughter for the first time, might be because he wished that things were different.

When I filed for divorce, and celebrated my new beginning, I didn't hope that it was the start of a future that would include him. And, after the incident with Syd Goggle, I didn't wake up shaking every night for several weeks because, in my nightmares, each time I was too late, and I lost him.

The dopey look he had in eyes around Terri Miller had no affect on me at all. I never wished that he would look like that around me, and I was not secretly elated when I found out she had got married.

When I heard what had – apparently – happened between him and Lady Heather, it didn't bother me. I never wonder whether the rumours are true, or how close they actually got, and the thought that maybe he still sees her, or misses her, never enters my head.

I wasn't privately overjoyed to hear that he had turned down Sara's dinner invitation, and I don't grin slyly to myself every time I remember that. Just like a smile doesn't creep across my face when I remember the day of his operation – and how backless his gown was.

I can go longer than a day without seeing him, and I don't spend all the time wondering what he's doing. I don't purposely make every route to anywhere in the lab include the corridor that passes his office, and if I do happen to pass by, it doesn't make me feel happy just to see him.

The fact that he asked Sofia to dinner doesn't bother me. I don't feel like she could take the place of me in his life; I'm not concerned that we may be drifting apart now that we are on separate shifts.

And this concern, that I do not have, doesn't make me feel like it's time to tell him how I feel.

Because there's nothing to tell.

I'm not in love.

THE END