This is my first "Dasey," fanfic but surely not my first fanfiction – I've been in the world of fanfiction and the like since I was about… 12 or 13? (18 now.) Either way… onto the interesting things.


Prologue

"A Starting Point..."


What exactly was she fighting after? Was she fighting after the fact that he was leaving? That their relationship lay in shambles at her feet? Was she fighting to save it?

Or… was she fighting to admit that she was wrong?

Everything moved in slow motion around her, the noise of their argument had been shut out and at that moment, it was like an out of body experience as she gazed at the two of them. Both in each other's face and at the other's throat, the cussing and the harsh words that were thrown about had turned into growling and hissing, like a cat and a dog who had crossed paths one too many times.

It got to the point that the unabridged anger that had slowly pitted itself in his belly finally exploded and the area he had backed her into became too small to handle it all. He swung his fist, making contact with the wall right by her head.

She froze, a cold shiver running down her spine as the air whizzed passed her ears and a crack of bones was heard. He seemed unaffected by any physical pain he more than likely caused and turned from her in such a rush that she blinked and he was busily shrugging on his jacket.

With a voice not her own, she called out to him as the door opened but he didn't listen, he didn't stop, he did not even hesitate. It slammed, the awful sound bouncing along the now quiet house. Just outside those same walls a car revved and tires swirled and crunched against tightly packed snow before everything was still.

Her knees buckled, no longer able to support her weight and she laid herself against the wall, slowly sinking to the floor. Somewhere inside, she hoped it would swallow her up, but it did not. She placed a shaky hand over her heart, why wasn't she feeling anything? She pressed a little harder, she could only feel her heart beating but she felt so numb and so cold, like she was dead.

'Or dying.'

There was no pain, no aching, no longing… there was just nothing. She reached up with her other hand and brushed her cheeks, only to pull back and find them wet. She was crying and she had not even noticed. Before she knew it, tears were free falling down her face until they were like a torrent. She did not wipe them away but let her body fall to the side and she lay there, sobbing.

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'Why did she have to do that? Why did she have to say that?' A million questions and thoughts rushed through his head like a speeding train, his vision blurred and the car swerved. He quickly regained control, finally taking note of the throbbing pain that shot up his right arm.

"Ah, Damn!" He cursed but the physical pain he was feeling was nothing compared to how emotionally torn apart he was. Not a religious man but it felt as if his soul had been ripped into two and stomped on.

A gleam caught his eye and he noticed the gold wedding band on his left ring finger, without much thought, he snatched the piece of jewelry off and chucked it somewhere in the car. "I will love you, always and forever." Her voice rang in his ears and forgetting he was driving, he squeezed his eyes shut to force it out.

Her laughter, her singing – it played out in scenes across his mind, like she was sitting right next to him. "I'm always going to be here for you…" Lies; all lies. The blaring honking shook him out of his torment and he just barely missed crossing over into the other lane.

He should have pulled over at that moment but he wanted to, no, he needed to get as far away from as possible. Yet, that was not what he really wanted, he wanted everything to go back to the way it was – he wanted to come home and have her hold him and never let go.

So consumed within his thoughts, within the darkness that had been feasting on his heart for months he did not realize the light ahead had flickered to red. He did not realize he flew through the light and by the time he saw the lights and heard the fog horn of the truck, it was too late. Too late to say…

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"In local news, just on the corner of Broad and Fitzpatrick, a horrible accident occurred sometime late last night around twelve midnight. It involved a rather large pick-up truck and a sports car, the police are…"

Ding, dong.

She stirred lightly, her body argued in protest of any movement and she stopped.

Ding, dong.

A slur of mumbled gibberish wracked its way from her lips and she sat up, hearing her joints pop. She struggled onto her feet, her legs wobbling, daring to collapse but she managed to hold up as she made her way to the door.

Upon opening it, there stood two people, dressed in a set of familiar blue uniforms and mix of shiny badges and objects. She nodded slowly as they addressed her by her last name, not forgetting to include the prefix of her marriage.

"Your husband…" She blinked, the word fumbling through her mind like a foreign oddity.

"My husband?"

"Yes, your husband. Mrs. Venturi, we're part of St. Vincent's Hospital – your husband was in a terrible accident late last night and we were only just able to identify him this morning. We need you to come with us."

The world slowed suddenly, as if she was experiencing another out of body case. She could only shake her head, a confused expression tracing her facial muscles. "W-what?" She leaned over, gripping the edge of the door, her mouth grew dry and her knees bent.

The officers looked between themselves, taking her hands gently to help steady her. "Is there anyone we can call right now?"

"No… no." She managed to shrug herself away from the uniformed people, reaching behind her to grab onto her purse that she had carelessly tossed away the other night and with a sharp tug, shut the door. "Please, lead the way." It was cold outside, mid-February but she did not have time to run back in for a jacket.

Another look passed across the two of them but they did not question this – simply glad for their own sake that Mrs. Venturi was not on the edge of hysterics.


Ohh… I wonder what happened… I know I hate Cliffies...