DISCLAIMER: Nothing and nobody are mine. Except Simon and Cecilia's baby. And Simon could be someday... The title for this story is from the Dexter Freebish song...

MY NOTES: I apologize. I had started typing the Wilson story on a tie vote, and then more people voted for a sequel, so I'll try to keep two stories going at the same time. I'm truly sorry! If you haven't read "Something You Can't Take Back," go back and read it, or very little of this will make sense. The prologue takes place just a few minutes after the final episode of last season, with Sgt. Michaels and Lou at the door.

DEDICATION: To everyone who read "Something You Can't Take Back," and asked for a sequel. Camdengirl4ever, Maria, FlyinHigh, simcecilia, and P7FHP.

Prologue

Cecilia Smith Camden was dressing her daughter, Emily. They were going out with her husband, Simon's, family to celebrate his youngest sister, Ruthie's, becoming a woman.

Cecilia kept looking at her watch. Where was Simon? He should have been home already. He was getting off early from his job at the pool hall to come home, and he should've been there.

She heard someone knocking on the trapdoor to the garage apartment that she shared with Simon and Emily. "Come in!" she called, snapping the last snap on the baby's outfit. The door opened and Cecilia saw Reverend Eric Camden coming up the steps. Her heart sank as she saw Sgt. Michaels and Lou, a deacon from the church, following him. "Oh, God, no!" she thought, sure that they were bringing bad news.

"Is it Simon? Is he..." She couldn't voice the fears that were torturing her mind.

"Physically, he's fine," Sgt. Michaels said. "But...Simon was in an accident, Cecilia. He's OK. But there was a kid..."

Cecilia closed her eyes, wishing that she could wake up from this bad dream.

"A kid on a bike...He wasn't wearing a helmet, and he pulled out in front of Simon. He couldn't stop."

Cecilia had her hand over her mouth. "No," she gasped. "Please, no, God."

"The kid died on impact. And Simon's having a really hard time. It wasn't technically his fault, but he still feels pretty guilty."

"Where is he, now?" she asked.

"He's in the hospital right now. Mostly cuts and bruises, but he did split open a pace on his cheek."

"Can I go see him?"

"Sure. But I'm warning you ahead of time. He's different than the Simon you know."

She grabbed her purse and carried Emily downstairs and out to her car. She cranked the engine. And then she drove...

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A/N: Short, I know...but anyway, it'll pick up some steam soon...