A.N. After last night's episode, I couldn't resist writing this. Enjoy.

"You were here… all along… weren't you?" Her words haunted even her, echoing through her mind as stared, fixated on the door. Orwell tried to make sense of all of it. This couldn't be another illusion, could it? The line between dream and reality seemed even more faded. Before the door had given her what she wanted, freedom from the drug for a moment. Or had it? Had it just led her into another illusion, one even more realistic than before?

The drug had shown her what she wanted… no, she couldn't think that. Vince was a married man. He was happily married, with a son he loved. All he had been doing was to clear his name and take down ARK so he and his family were safe. That's all he wanted, all he was doing.

But Orwell had been trying to convince herself otherwise. Maybe something was hidden behind those smiles. She felt so safe when she was near him. But at the same time she tried to repress these feelings. The less she felt, the less she'd hurt. It worked less and less with passing days.

She rose slowly, eyes never leaving the door. What would it show her now? If all she had wanted before was her freedom, what could it possibly give her? Her feet moved slowly, heavily, one in front of the other. "Orwell?" she acknowledged the voice, but didn't remove her glance from the door. "You need to sit down." She barely felt the hands on her shoulders, willing her in the other direction.

"The door… you don't see it…" she murmured, her lips barely opening. Her hand shakily reached for the approaching handle. "What? There's no door. Here, drink some more." She slowly turned the handle, door the door swung open. Before her lay the same scene she had left: the garden, the alter, all the same.

Then she understood. The door faded away, the pleasant scene along with it. "It's a choice…" She allowed the hands to lead her back to the couch. The door had shown her what her heart wanted. The drug only allowed it to become visible. This side, where she really was, was her head's choice. "Between heart… and head…" liquid flow down her throat, which she didn't bother to fight.

Things became clearer again, and Vince's face came into view. "I'm going insane…" she whispered. "No," he said, mistaking it for a question. "It's just the drugs. You'll be okay soon." Orwell couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. "You have no idea what goes on up here, Vince. If you knew…" He just looked concerned, wondering if the drug had done more damage then he had thought. "Tell me," he said simply.

"Maybe someday…" she replied. "Maybe…"

A.N. Okay, so before this episode I always thought… hmm, if Vince wasn't married, they'd make a great couple. And then, bam, this episode. I loved it so much I even dreamed about it last night… So, tell me what you think?