I am a big fan of Chris Evans. I think he is soo cute plus I am a New Englander too.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters from the movie "London" or the movie. This is a fanfiction I created based off the movie and its ending because I had some extra time and I felt that it had the potential to be open for creative continuing. It does have some sex, drugs, and most likely have some angst and violence. I did create the girlfriend who will be named in a later chapter if not the next.

The title was inspired by Justin Timberlake's "Losing My Way".

"Losing My Way"

Chapter 1 That Path Retaken

By darthpeanut

As the rain trickled down the window of his apartment, Sid could only stare and listen to the sounds of New York City. The sounds of cars honking, a car alarm going off, and the busy sounds of people going about their lives. He laid there. His thoughts strayed to the one that left him. The one who made him the way he is. She who, held his heart and left with it. How long had it been since he seen her? One… two years now. Two years since she left the car, and took her flight to L.A. Two years since she left to be with another. Even now, though he is with someone else, he still thinks of her. His girlfriend, who is laying in his arms, sleeping unaware that her boyfriend is thinking of another. He always compared the two mentally. His current girlfriend was a plain Jane compared to her. She would always be a goddess in his eyes. Flawless and perfect in everyway. Now he wouldn't dare say it out loud. He had enough smarts not to.

Not to say he didn't care for his girlfriend. She helped him through the rough time after she left. She helped him get his life on a balanced track before he ended up in a morgue. She had been the friend he needed after all his other friends turned on him. She didn't give up on him like everyone else and for that he was thankful. But he couldn't say he loved her. She wasn't her. He vowed he would love only one woman. Even if she no longer loved him. He glanced down at his girlfriend. Her dark, thick hair stuck out a bit. Her breathing was even and she showed no signs of waking up anytime soon. He glanced at his alarm clock. 8:30am. Prying himself from her arm and the bed, he did a stretch. Since he had gotten his life together, he made a point to revisit the gym regularly. Making a mental note to go sometime today. He headed to the bathroom, not bothering with a pair of boxers on the way.

Once he got in, he looked around. All the memories he had of her filled him. They weren't strangers to bathroom sex, and quite often that's how they spent some of the relationship. He could remember all the times they had in this bathroom. The way she would scream his name as she hit her peak. The sounds of their "love" making. Every conversation they ever had regardless of its importance to life or not. He turned the shower on and let the water hit him. How many times had he had her in here? More than he could count with two hands that's for sure. Thinking of the times made him hard, and as he brought his hand down to relieve it, he let his mind fill with the images of one of their makings. Soon he hit his climax and bit back from saying her name. He leaned his head on the tile of the shower 

and composed himself. Turning off the water, he reached for a towel, he walked over to the sink. Wiping away the steam, he stared at himself. His eyes were a dull blue now. He felt dead to the world, only living in the event she came back. She wasn't though. She hadn't bother to keep in contact since she left.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he took note that his girlfriend wasn't in the bed. The sounds of the t.v could be heard. The smell of pancakes cooking filled his nostrils and he headed out the room to the kitchen and found an interesting sight. His girlfriend was standing on tippy toes trying to reach the syrup. She wore one of his shirts which went down to her thighs. However it was her lack of underwear that got his full attention. Her reaching had caused the shirt to rise and show off her rear and he wasn't complaining. She was completely unaware of him being there. Turning off the burner and quietly moving to pan off the stove he dropped his towel and just as she managed to get the syrup in her hands and lower herself he made his presences known. Wrapping his arms around her and kissing on her neck, he felt her jump at being startled. Taking the syrup out of her hands and placing it on the opposite end of the counter, he kissed. His tongue searched her mouth and found her's. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He grabbed her rear and gave it a squeeze before hoisting her up onto the counter, placing her legs on each side of him. She moaned as he worked his hand on her thighs before he made the move to get rid of the shirt. Once the shirt was gone, his lips kissed down her neck, slowly making way to her breasts. Her breathing hitched and her let out a soft mew of contentment. He continued to make his way lower, until he reached her womanhood. Placing her legs across his shoulders, he let his tongue do the work. That got her to be more vocal. Her body arched to his touch and he could tell she was close to climaxing. He wasn't ready for her to and he stopped his assault on her womanhood and moved her legs to bring himself upright and kissed her fiercely across the mouth to drown out the moan of protest that was on her lips. He saw that her hand was moving to finish what he started but he wouldn't have any of that.

'Not yet, I will be the one that gives you that pleasure..'

She broke the kiss and gave him a slight push, putting enough space between them so she could hop off the counter. Kissing his chest, she teased one of his nipples as her hand made is way down to his erect penis. Her hands were soft and warm, and damn if it didn't feel good as she took him in her hand and putting enough pressure slowly pumping him. He moaned out and she turned them so that he was leaning against the counter. Her kisses trailed lower and lower and soon she placed him on his shaft before surround it with a new warmth. As her head moved, her mouth brought on a new sensation of pleasure. Her teeth lightly glazed his shaft causing him to shudder in pleasure. That was one thing she DID have over her. She gave better head and wasn't afraid to work for the final result. Moments past and he could feel that he was coming close. She moved a bit faster, causing his hips to buck and soon like lighting striking he felt himself release and he gripped the counter, eyes rolling to the back and let out a partial scream before looking down to see her take his seed and swallow. She gave him a smirk and he pushed himself on the counter backing her to the table before picking her up and placing her on it, and it one thrust, he began to ride into her. She met his with equal force and soon they were lost into the moment. Both thrusting like the world was about to come to the end and as soon as he felt her walls tighten around his shaft, signaling her climax, he reached his own. Both sat there, their breathing 

labored and he glanced down at her. Her chest was rising and lowering fast as she relished in the after effects of her orgasm. Once her breathing evened she looked up at him and with a small smile she had one thing to say.

"Pancakes are done, might have to reheat them."

Sid gave her a small smile back and helped her off the table. She headed to where the forgotten shirt laid and placed it back on her body. He watched her go to place the once forgotten pancakes to reheat them as he sat in a chair. He may not have loved her but that didn't mean he didn't care for her. His phone began to ring and he decided to let it. He watched his girlfriend go about fixing him a plate when the answering machine finally picked up. 'You've reach Sid, I'm not here right now so leave a message and I will get back you thank you.'BEEP

"Sid, its London, I know I haven't kept in touch but, I am going to be in town next week and wanted to stop by and see you. Give me a call back at 555-382-3848."

Sid's head snapped toward the answering machine when he heard her voice. So engrossed to the message he faintly heard his girlfriend drop a plate. Turning his head to her, he could tell she had heard the message as well. Busying herself with picking up the pieces, she quickly cleaned the mess and placed the undamaged plate on the table and handed Sid the syrup before heading to the bedroom, closing the door behind her. He couldn't eat though. The message still lingered. She was going to be in town next week. He could hear the water of his shower running. Any right minded man would have deleted the message and told their current girlfriend that everything was going to be ok. But all he could do was sit there. London was coming to town. Two years and no word and now she decides to come back. Did she miss as much as he missed her? Did she finally realize that their love was real? What ever the reasoning, she was going to be back in town.

The sound of a door opening brought his attention to his girlfriend. When had the shower turned off? She was dressed for work, and looked like she was trying to leave in a hurry. He knew she didn't have to be gone anytime soon. She had this look of dejection and he actually felt guilty for his earlier thoughts. She must have felt him stare at her, because she looked up and gave a weak smile.

"Im.. gonna head home. I got to grab some things for work."

Sid got up and walked to her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her in a tight hug. He would never intentionally hurt her, but he knew she was. She wouldn't admit it to him. She returned the hug weakly and made a move to open the door when Sid pulled her for a kiss. He didn't know why he did it but, apart of him just wanted her to know that everything will be okay, even if it's a lie. When the kiss broke she mumbled a bye and hurried out the door. He watched her leave the building into the rain to run to the subway station. Turning his head back to his answering machine, it blinked that he had one missed call. A call which made a good morning awkward. He was torn. Here he had a good girl and now his ex wanted to see him. Sighing he headed to his room to dress. Shit always seem to happen just when he was doing good. Pulling on a pair of boxers and pants he headed for his closet. He pulled a box from under a bunch of junk. He opened it and grabbed a small white square. Placing the box back in its 

hiding spot he walked into the living room and placed the white square on the table. He knew his girlfriend would be upset if she saw him now. But right now he didn't want to feel. Taking a razor blade he proceeded to crush the cube. Once powered he fixed it in a line. He pulled out straw from a soda cup he had laying around. Staring at the line, the message played backed in his mind.

'.. I am going to be in town next week and wanted to stop by and see you. Give me a call back..'

Taking the straw he snorted the line and he started to feel numb. Trashing any evidence of what he just did he walked to the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. This is what he has become. A shell of a man. One who is retaking that path he once got off of. Boy his girlfriend would be disappointed.