The point of view changes throughout the story, so I put a name at the beginning of each section for whose POV it is.

Chapter 1

I thought I stronger than this. I thought I could wait forever for him. But I guess I wasn't good enough for him... not worth at least a sign that he'd forgotten me... not worth anything at all.

Darcy

"Jane! Jane! Where did that girl go?" I shouted. "Jane, you could at least say something to me now, since you don't answer my calls anymore!" The only people who kept in touch with Jane were myself and Erik, but neither of us had been able to contact her for awhile. I was worried about my friend, so work will have to wait until I know she's okay.

I came to New Mexico expecting to find to find Jane simply too busy to answer our calls, but what I found was much worse. The house was a complete disaster. Computer cords were strewn about on the floor, empty soda cans overflowed from the trash can, and dirty dishes filled not only the sink but the counters and tables as well. While Jane had never been one to keep her home in perfect condition she would never have left it in such disarray. At least not the Jane I remembered.

Jane had spent the last two years waiting for Thor. Erik and I decided that it was hopeless and left to find work, but Jane simply said goodbye to us and continued waiting for when he'd return. I really did want to stay; it just seemed so pointless at that point.

I couldn't seem to find her anywhere and every room was in complete disarray. I started to panic when all my shouts were going unanswered.

"Jane, are you okay? Please, Jane, say something!" I yelled as I frantically went from room to room trying to find her. When I finally reached her room I stumbled upon an empty bottle of sleeping pills. What I found nearly stopped my heart.

Dammit! Why didn't I notice before. I should have stayed with her. I could have prevented this...

Sif

"There he is again in the garden. Looks like he's been drinking again." I told Fandral as we passed the entrance to the beautiful garden that Frigga tended to in her spare time.

"Do you think we should try to cheer him up?" Fandral asked, halfheartedly. We both knew it wouldn't work. Walking over to him I couldn't help but notice how dazzling the flowers were. They were arranged in such elegant and marvelous patterns that I had to force myself to keep walking rather than stop to take in the sight. It all was so perfect, aside from the empty pitchers that littered the grounds and the hopeless man that sat in the single dark corner of garden.

"Hey Thor... You alright?" I asked with concern. He didn't bother saying how he felt. He just gave us a somber glance and returned to his brooding.

"Maybe instead of sulking you should focus on something else. Do you want to spar with us?"

"I can't... I can't stop thinking about her..." He muttered in reply. "Just leave me alone..."

It had been like this for the past two months. At first, when Bifrost was destroyed, he seemed fine, willing to wait for Jane till the end of time, but he knows that humans don't live as long as Asgardians and that Jane may die before he sees her again. With every passing month he got worse and worse. It's gotten to the point where he's either depressed and on the verge of crying or passed out from drinking too much. Thor was a completely different person now. He's given up on hope. We tried on several occasion to lift his spirits, but it seemed like he'd be this way forever.

"Don't push him too hard." Fandral whispered to me, making sure I didn't go too far. I can't stand it when people complain and do nothing about it. I held back all the scolding that was about to burst forth, and took a deep breath.

"Fine..." I said with a hint of irritation. I didn't want to be mean, but this was no way for a son of Odin to act. He should be busy helping his people or at least doing something, rather than cry all day. Without a word Fandral and I left Thor in the garden. He didn't even notice us leave.

I want to help, but what can I do?

Erik

"Is she alright doctor?"

"She's stable, but she's lucky that she was found before it was too late."

"Thank you, can we see her?"

"Of course." She answered, looking sadly at Darcy whose eyes were red from crying for the last few hours.

Darcy had called me and told me what happened. I still can't believe Jane would do this. She was always so confidant and independent. The last two years really did a number on her.

"Oh god, Jane... I'm so sorry I let you did this..." Darcy had immediately pulled a chair to the bedside and began to apologize to Jane for being a terrible friend. It pained me to see her so distraught. She usually was full of quirky comments and sarcasm, but she lost all that when she nearly lost her dear friend.

Jane couldn't respond. She was asleep, just like she had been since Darcy found her. She looked so peaceful and her skin was cold. She seemed dead, aside from the faint movement of her chest as she breathed. It was hardly noticeable, but it was comforting to know that she was okay. At least physically okay. I can't imagine what was going on in her mind for the last few months.

"There was nothing you could have done to stop this, Darcy. It isn't your fault" I sympathetically said to no avail. I attempted to comfort her many times, but she refused to accept that anyone but herself was to blame.

"But if I hadn't left her this wouldn't have happened. I would've stopped her. This is all my fault. I'm such an awful friend." Nothing I could say would sway her.

"I left too, Darcy. At least let me share some of the blame with you." The very least I could do was take away some of the burden. If her logic stood than I was just as much to blame as she.

"Thanks Erik. You're a good friend." She said, with a short-lived smile.

I offered to take her out to eat something for dinner, but she said she'd rather stay by Jane's side. I didn't want her to starve, so I headed out to my rental car to get some burgers for dinner and some snacks as well. I figured we'd be staying at the hospital for the night.

Darcy seems so hurt. I hope both of those girls can recover...

Sif

Heimdall approached me as I walked the dark halls alone, aimlessly, unable to sleep. I've been having trouble sleeping for the last two years. I guess I just worry too much about my friends.

"Hello Heimdall, it's strange seeing you here." He hardly ever left Bifrost.

"I came to tell Thor news of Jane, but I felt that it was for the best that I kept the information away from him. I spoke with Odin about it instead. I was just on my way back." He said with a melancholy air about him.

"What happened? Is she hurt?"

He took a deep breath as if he was carefully choosing the words he'd use. "It seems she's lost her will to live. She came close to taking her own life yesterday." He responded grimly.

"I...I see... I'll be sure not to tell Thor of this." I replied.

"That's seems to be the wisest choice for now." As he said goodbye and returned to Bifrost, Heimdall gave me a strange look. Or at least a look in my direction. I didn't think much of it, for my mind was occupied with other thoughts.

"How could she do that! As if not being able to see her caused Thor enough grief as it is. It would kill him if he heard about this." I muttered under my breath. "I can't believe those two! It makes me so mad that they spend all this time moping! Gosh, I just want to slap the two of them. Maybe I'll start with Thor..." Realizing that I was starting to get a bit loud, I tried to calm down and breath.

"Don't push them too hard, Sif." A voice from behind me remarked, echoing down the hall.

"Fandral don't lecture me about being nice to them, okay!" I shouted as I turned to face that blonde idiot.

"You'd mistake me for Fandral. I'm a little hurt Sif..." His voice was familiar but it was too dark to see who he was. As he stepped out of the shadows I fell back and inadvertently attempted to pull out my weapon.

Loki...

This is my first fan fiction, so I'd like some constructive criticism before posting more chapters.