Hey guys, so just so you know this fic is very spur of the moment...I have a good idea where I want to go with it...I was inspired for this fic by the promos and rumors of season 5 as well as a mix of my own additions. SO IT IS POTENTIALLY SPOILERISH. It is a Hameron fic...even though the chances of them happening on the show are getting slim...I refuse to give up on them...LOL. So hope you enjoy...please review, I will continue if interest is shown... Love ya!

P.S. I havent been on, or written recently so I hope its okay...

THE ONLY ROAD IVE KNOWN

PROLOGUE

You lay there, staring out the window of your bedroom, watching the mesmerising ways of the rain that hits your window, and then rolls down. The weather is suiting for your current mood, kind of like the clouds that rolled in and plagued the once sunny afternoon with a dull and gloomy grey. This seems to happen more and more these days, you feel that life has given up on you.

You should have stayed on the bus. Hurt and pain were non existent. You were safe from everything there, because those walls that you fought so hard to keep up, stood on their own, you could have been carefree. You look down at the head of long flowing hair that is currently resting on your arm. Your mind is full of thoughts, these thoughts are the ones that are currently preventing you from sleeping off the exhaustion that today has brought you.

You have lost all interest in attempting to sleep, so you pull your arm out from under her head. Not necessarily gently, but she doesn't notice. You go to leave the room and look back at the naked sleeping form that is covered by the single sheet left on the bed, duvet cover long lost on the floor lost among clothes and pillows. You think of how pathetic your life has become. Wilson is not on speaking terms with you right now. He has left PPTH, and accepted a job at Princeton General as the Head of Oncology. This hole that you have currently buried yourself just keeps getting deeper, your path of self destruction seems relentless, and shows no mercy. You feel like your in a living hell. You sit down on your piano bench and pour your self a generous glass of scotch, tonight won't be easy, and after today you can already tell that tomorrow isn't going to be any easier…..

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