A/N: Something I wrote a while back, I have published it elsewhere but I thought I may as well post it up here too

Disclaimer: I don't own them.

You're stood on the porch as I open the door. You stay hi and ask if you can come in but I just shake my head, because letting you in would only end like it did last time, with me in tears and you phoning up later to apologise but I wouldn't answer it, Pete would.

You start to talk about how I should have waited, that you'd have come back for me, but eight years for me had been long enough, you had pushed it by telling me we could hold off a few more, I told you back then that maybe you could, but I had had enough of waiting for you, waiting on your every move, every decision you made for us.

But it was always what you wanted.

We left it in the room, for so long that when I opened it you slammed it shut in my face, only coming back to tell me how sorry your were, telling me you weren't ready, But when will you be ready? Are you ready now? Because now is not a good time for me, it's too late for us now, because I've moved on with my life.

You tell me about all the wonderful things we could've had, could still have, but I've already got great things, a great husband and a two month old daughter. Sometimes when I look at her, or look at my family, yeah, I wonder what could've been, and maybe sometimes I do wish you were her father. But we didn't and she's not.

I ask you to leave, because just your presence here could destroy everything I've worked for. 'You left me for DC Jack, so I made a choice, and it was better than waiting. Did I tell you that I don't fake my orgasms when he fucks me, that he tells me he loves me everyday? Did you know I had a daughter? Do you even know her name?'

'No. But the fact that you have a daughter doesn't change anything.'

'Yes, Jack it does, because Pete's not you.'

I'm shouting at you telling you, wanting more than anything for you to leave. But you won't go. You're over confident of yourself yet again, and it hurt's me that you think I'd give up everything for a quick fuck, and for you to say thanks and then leave. 'Nice seeing you again, Carter' just like you did the night before my wedding. Never again!

I go to close the door in your face, but you put your hand in the way pushing it open, and you ask me what changed and so I tell you and I watch you leave, knowing that I'll never see you again, because after all these years I've learnt to love him: to love Pete.

'Goodbye, Jack'