DISCLAIMER: nothing is mine, unfortuantely but i do borrow.

Neighbours : Kate/Declan/Mark

Dangerous

Lying in bed she couldn't sleep. She kept thinking about them and couldn't get them out of her head. Both for completely different reasons, but both annoyingly stuck there.

Declan, everyday he did something to enrage her. It was at a point to where she couldn't stand being near him. Even going with Ringo to buy Donna's cupcakes had been an effort. Perhaps if she hadn't have gone it wouldn't have happened, she could've used Declan as an excuse to get out of it. But she could not change that now, and that made her even more angry.
She had loved him, no question, but 'had' was the key word. She didn't quite hate him, but with his continued downward spiral towards a man that she would not want anything to do with, he was struggling to show why she should give any of her time. He had tried calling, coming to her house over and over begging for another chance, but it was over. The lying, the decieving, he was just like Paul. Paul was blood though and she would forever be linked, but he was not the sort of man she would fall for. Declan would always hold a place with her, he was the first man she ever loved. But that was gone, she certainly wasn't in love with him anymore. Perhaps she should have let him and Rebecca go, the night where she found out everything. They asked her to lie, stay silent, they put her under pressure. She wasn't that person and she hated that he made her someone she wasn't.
She asks Declan to leave her alone but he only increases his comings and goings, continually asking her not to say anything, to continue to lie. Like he's afraid she'll crack. She regrets it now, knowing, it eats at her everyday and Declan does nothing to stop it.

Nor does Mark Brennan.

Mark, she's only known him a little while. The first time she'd met him she lied. Gave Rebecca a false alibi, although at the time she thought she was innocent. She hated lying to him, he seemed decent and honourable, and he was only trying to do his job. She was attracted to that and perhaps to him. He was a few years older than her, maybe 4 or 5. It was his first real case as a detective and he was intent on solving it. He'd come to see her at the cafe, asked if she knew anything more. She hated these times because she knew, knew exactly who did it and knew what would happen to her if she told the truth. A part of her wanted to tell him, help him out as he deserved as much. Another part told her to keep quiet, because some part of her didn't want him to think any less of her. He had commented once, on one of his increasingly regular visits, that she was doing a great job with Sophie. He told her he had a little sister too except she wasn't Sophie's age, she was her age. She felt her heart and stomach drop like a rollercoaster, but she kept herself together, smiled and thanked him. Last time he was in he'd touched her hand. She convinced herself it was an accident but he'd set her on fire nonetheless. Maybe it was the eyes, they drew her in and she wanted to, boy did she want to. But that'd be too dangerous.

So there they were again in her head, determined not to leave her alone, to continue to harass her. Donna didn't help, her best friend always on the alert even in her grief. The continual something's up, what's going on... she'd crack eventually and she knew it. She just wasn't sure whether it would be slapping Declan to the next universe or showing up on Mark's doorstep with the help of liquid courage. Either way she'd have to watch herself, continue to talk to her senses and tell them to wake up. Annoying really, and quite dangerous...