A/N: My officially first TxC story ever! I've always shipped that pairing, and I am really excited to finally get to write about them. I hope you'll like it.

This is only a TxCxD love triangle. No more Gwen into that story, though there will be mentions of her throughout the story.

I don't own TDI and its content. All rights go to their owners.

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My Other Other Half

"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."
~Marilyn Monroe

The Prologue

The clock over my head kept clacking repetitively, not pausing a second to let the noise in the room remain. We couldn't even hear each other talk. This clock was unbearable, and I really wanted to punch it off the wall not to hear its goddamn tictocking anymore.

But the truth is, I was lying.

Even if we stopped the clock, there would not be any noise. In fact, the room would seem emptier than it already was. But there were so much furniture, a cat and two people who had been living for years together sharing this space.

He was sitting quietly in the armchair in the living room, and I was sitting on the stool behind the counter-height table in the kitchen. We weren't saying a word, though we had everything to tell us. So many things that with years we didn't tell each other. So many secrets left to share. So many things we didn't get to do even after 9 years of dating each other.

But nothing.

Would you believe me if I told you this was the routine?

Yeah, everyday, this silence haunted the house. Don't think we never tried to fix this issue, in contrary. Duncan told me he wanted a child so many times I couldn't count them anymore, and I was ready for it to. So, for months, we had been trying to conceive this baby. After nights of trying and deceptions after deceptions, we realized there was a problem. But, after seeing several doctors, none could tell there was a problem with one of us. We were both fertile. So… what was the problem?

Adoption was way too expensive for our means. But we wanted desperately a child. Well, I wanted desperately a child.

You know why?

Because I was scared of loneliness. I was scared that this silence between him and me lasted for ages. That quietness, the fact that we looked like an old couple that would celebrate their 50th anniversary in a few months.

I think I just… maybe I just lacked desire. I felt like it wasn't like it used to be. It was different.

We were different. He had different needs, different envies, different dreams. We weren't the same crazy teenagers as before.

Thinking of our neighbors, living behind the apartment door facing ours, Tyler and Lindsay they were called; our life was boring. The blonde and the clumsy jock were in harmony; their sexual life was amazing. Their couple activities were far from boring. They were as old as us, but they were living.

I asked Lindsay what activities she and Tyler were doing to be so happy. What she told me was exactly what I thought, and exactly what Duncan and I were doing. But that day, I realized something important was missing. The most important piece.

Passion.

Perhaps I still loved Duncan, but not the same way I guess. And that wasn't okay.

The silence was slowly killing me. Feeling desperate, I stormed out the kitchen rapidly, mumbling to my boyfriend that I was going out to grab the mails. But I was partly lying; in fact, I was going out to breathe finally.

Once I opened the door, I bumped right away a tall man passing in front of my door, not looking where I was walking. I muttered a weak apology, and then looked up to see to who I was talking,

I knew this man. I knew this man a lot. I smiled at him, reassured he was here.

I felt so comfortable that I didn't notice he had his arms around me.

"Oh, I should apologize. I don't look where I'm going."He said smoothly, feeling concerned and checking quietly if I was hurt.

"No, it's okay. It's… It's my fault. Sorry." I insisted.

He beamed again. I could feel my heart pumping, figuring out I was the reason why he smiled.

"Hey, I didn't see you around a lot these last days."The green eyed man continued.

"Yeah, I… I mean, we have been sort of busy."

"… Baby issues?" He hesitated a little.

"Yeah." I answered sweetly.

"I know what you're going through; Gwen and I had been trying for a long time. It had been successful, after a few months." He ran his fingers through his hair, not really comfortable to say the rest. I could see a tear form in his eye, but quickly dry as he told me the end. "Alas, Gwen couldn't survive enough time to give birth to the child. She was 6 months pregnant when the car hit her."

I felt my throat becoming dry, feeling helpless and not knowing what to say to this confession, though I had known it a long time ago. "I-I'm sorry, Trent. It will make a year in a month now."

"It's okay." Trent said nicely. In an attempt to change subject, he looked at his wristwatch and grinned widely again. "Hey, I gotta go. I have a dentist appointment in a few minutes. Don't wanna be late! See you later, Courtney."

I couldn't tell him goodbye, he was gone. He didn't need any dentist; his grin proved his teeth were perfect.

And, that conversation totally made me forget about what I was doing before.

But it made my day.

A/N: Trentney :)