A/N: This story came to me in a dream back in April so it's actually set before Marty lost the baby. I wrote it down and posted it at a few places, but never here. I do help ya'll enjoy. Until next time-PCGirl.
John knocked on the door waiting for Lois to answer. When she didn't he began to knock harder-maybe Natalie had let her have the day off, since Jess would be at school right now it should be only her here at the moment. The fight from yesterday kept ringing over and over in his head, and the words he yelled at her,
Just go Natalie. Stop being a psycho and leave Marty alone, ok? It's not you. There can't be anything between us now or ever again. Just go.
He needed to apologize-his feelings for her were still there, and maybe once the baby was born he could figure out how to balance them and being a father to someone elses child. But until then it could be nothing-had to be. Not that he had the right to ask her to wait that long anyways.
"Open up Natalie-I know you're home," he shouted as he began to bang harder, expecting her to show up behind him any second like she did the night of Mike's bachelor party. Just days before he nearly lost her they'd had that blow out fight-maybe this time would be different.
When she didn't answer, despite the constant buzzing of the bell and beating on the door he went to a small rock on the walkway and picked it up, pulling out the extra key she'd shown him once when she left her keys and had to stop by on the way home from work. He'd joked that even the rich hide their keys in a fake rock.
Letting himself in he shouted up the steps again, "Natalie-come down. I need to talk to you." But the large house was silent in response and he wondered if she wasn't home afterall. Taking the steps up slowly something came over him and he began taking them faster, speeding up as he got to her bedroom door and opened it to see the room was perfectly clean, bed made and an envelope sitting on it addressed to her mom.
It was the oddness of that which gave him his second queazy feeling so walking into the closet he flipped the switch and saw her luggage was gone, along with a majority of clothes. The note wasn't addressed to him, but he was pretty sure what it was going to say as he picked it up and read it.
He wasn't sure how long he sat there before his phone went off, "What's up Oliver?" he asked as he wiped off a stray tear and began to put the letter back in the envelope.
"John, I'm with Kyle-Marty's had an accident and you need to meet us at the hospital."
Several months later
John checked the address as he got out of the car and went towards the building. Of all the places in America that she could have gone to and settled down, this was not where he expected to find her. She hadn't been hard to find, but he still kicked himself for waiting so long until he started his search.
He wasn't sure what he would say first, but he expected whatever it might be was aptly deserved.
Knocking on the door he saw there was only one other car in the lot-a blue Lexus SC 430 convertible. Perfectly Natalie as he pictured her driving around with the top down.
He expected someone else to answer, an assistant or other partner, so was taken off guard when she opened the door and stood silent in front of him, "I've got a client coming in a few minutes. Make it quick."
"I have to tell you something," he said, unsure as to where to start so he thought the beginning would suffice, "Marty lost the baby."
Natalie stood there, blank stared at him for a second before speaking, "Well, thank you for traveling 2,400 miles to tell me that," and shut the door in his face.