This is told from Peyton's POV. I tried to make her sound English, but I think I made her sound a lot like Dumbledore from Harry Potter. LOL. This is part one of a two part story - I'll try and update soonish. Don't worry Smacked fans, I'm not leaving you, I promise - I never could anyway. ;) Reviews are love. Enjoy...
New Favourite They all say it I'll say it too You've got a new favourite
Krauss Alison - New Favourite
I watch you silently from across the lab. It's got to have been a good couple years since we saw each other last? You've not changed much – physically, I mean. Mentally I know what you've been through since we last spoke – but that doesn't stop me caring for you any less.
You don't even know I'm here. The last time we were even in contact had been when I'd cowardly sent you that letter. I should have known I'd live to regret it.
I see you walk up to her – standing closer than what I remembered you did. I know, even now, I've no right be jealous, but I cannot help it. Even when we were dating, I was always jealous of her – how she demanded your full attention and you willingly obliged. You'd just passed it off as her being your best friend. At first I thought you were kidding, I mean, the way you two were with each other – there was no way you could be just best friends. But then I came to realise, you just didn't see – neither of you did. Detective Mac Taylor and Detective Stella Bonasera; two of the most prestigious detectives in the entire state of New York, the dynamic duo who had solved so many cases were both blind to what was right in front of them. Each other.
I'd like to be able to say that was why I left – but alas it wasn't. I wasn't that selfless. I just couldn't stand always being second best to her. I told myself that it was for the best – that you'd be better off without me in your life. To get in the way of you and Stella. But it seems everything I done was in vain, you're no closer to being with her than you were when I left.
I sigh deeply – I only caused you pain, which was not what I'd intended. Maybe there was still hope for us? Maybe it wasn't too late? Maybe we could have one last shot at it?
I turn quickly on my heel, ready to head to the coffee room – where I know you'll be in minuets time, I almost bash into a two lab techs talking. Muttering something about a wedding...