Well I noticed there wasn't much Bloomington fan-fiction online. So I decided to write a kick-ass story to satisfy all those viewers who were displeased with the film's ending. Things might get steamy later… so if that offends you, you might want to stop reading here. Let's be honest, I know you won't ;)

Five years had past since Catherine was let go from Bloomington college, and though it was painful on so many levels, it offered Catherine a new start. She immediately packed her bags, dipped into her vast inheritance, and re-located to a small, but luxurious flat in New York. In the months following, she became flooded with new responsibilities: arranging the sale of her mansion in Bloomington, re-connecting with old academic contacts, and exploring the large and vibrant city. She never expected to make such a drastic change, but she thanked herself later for it, considering that staying in Bloomington might have thrown her into a deep depression. She was a woman on the move, and considered herself a survivor. She had lost both her parents and still survived, and she subsequently lost a lover, and she would survive that too.

"Lost" was, of course, metaphorical, and often Catherine found herself being reminded of that fact by seeing Jackie's face on magazines and television. Three years had past but Catherine still felt the gentle tug of grief whenever she saw Jackie's smile. What made it worse was that Jackie was so long gone from her life that it was as if she had never existed in the first place. Did she feel the same for me as I did for her, all those years ago? Does she still think of me from time to time? Or have I ceased to exist in her world?

Catherine, walking down fifth avenue with her shopping bags in hand, felt these questions resurface, as they did from time to time. And, like the strong woman she was, she immediately stopped those thoughts and buried them. She supposed if she ever encountered herself in a private psychological consultation she would diagnose herself as "an individual in denial of her repressed feelings for a past lesbian lover."

She almost laughed out loud but thought better of it. She heard distant church chimes marking the turn of one-oclock, and she cursed to herself: she had a meeting with her agent in half an hour and lost track of time shopping. A new outfit for her book release was important, but not as important as actually planning it – and her agent would be pissed if she was late.

"Now Catherine, this is your first book release and you have to be prepared to answer questions from the press. They can be pretty nasty sometimes, especially those New York reporters," John, her agent, said as he leaned back in his office chair.

"My book is about abnormal psychological methods and post-traumatic stress disorder, what could the press possibly say that would throw me off? I am the expert here," she retorted, smirking.

"Well, it's understandable you think that, but let me throw some curve balls at you now, so you can be prepared for them later, yes?"

"Try me."

John straightened up and looked squarely into Catherine's crisp blue eyes. Catherine sensed the man might have enjoyed looking at her more than he let on.

"Ms Catherine, the unfortunate death of your parents was tragic and had likely effected you psychologically. Your book will obviously contribute to scholarly discussions in psychology, but has writing it helped you with your own greif?"

"They won't ask that, John, I'm not a celebrity. I'm a boring psychologist and writer."

"Yeah but you're probably the most attractive psychologist and writer they've ever seen. You have to be ready for these questions, Catherine, just in case. And it's my job to make sure you do."

Catherine raised her eyebrows in speculation. "Fine, I'll think of an answer later. What else you got?"

"Ms Catherine, you have tainted past of conflicts in your professional career. You have previously lost a professor position on the grounds of lewd relationships with your students. Do you –"

"Stop there, John. I highly doubt they are going to say anything like that," Catherine raised her hand and narrowed her eyes. She was growing irritable.

"But Catherine, they might, listen to what I am telling you –"

"Then I'll pass the question and move to the next one."

"Passing a question is still a decision. It can be made to look like you're hiding something. It's bad PR!"

"Then I'll tell them that my book has nothing to do with my past as a teacher, it has everything to do with the hard work and quality research I have done."

John sighed and tapped his pen on the desk, shaking his head. He seemed to be forming words in his head. Catherine thought he looked pretty ugly in that moment. Unattractive and slow.

"Catherine, I understand your frustration with me asking you these questions. At the end of the day, you can do whatever you want, despite my warnings. What I need you to take away from this is that the press can be vicious, and they will take any story and try to spin it into a new one. And with regards to Jacqueline Kirk –"

"What about Jacqueline Kirk?" She interrupted sharply, feeling most of her patience leaving her instantly. Why is Jackie following her everywhere? Always in her thoughts, but now in this office? In the open?

"We both know that there are photos of you and Jacqueline Kirk. You might be ignoring the news and online blogs, but those photos have resurfaced as a result of her fame. Nothing else has come of it, and that was years ago, but don't think the press have forgotten. They might ask about them. I mean, heck, they might even ask if you're a lesbian!"

"I think we're done here, John." Catherine stood and began putting her notes in her bag.

"Fine. Just think about what I said. Remember, in the press release you need to talk about your upcoming talks in Washington, Chicago, and LA. Your LA one is first so you need to be ready."

"Yup. In eleven days, I know." She was putting on her jacket and moving towards the door.

"Oh and Catherine?"

Hand on the door, posture upright and irritated expression, she looked puzzlingly at John.

"There's a party tonight, at a friends place on the upper-east side. Good people, good food, good wine. Why not come with me? It'll be good for you. You might meet a nice guy or something, you know, someone to miss while you're gone traveling." John smiled and opened his arms.

Her hand tightened on the doorframe. "Parties aren't my thing, you know that. And I'm not interested in meeting any guy. I'm no longer interested in meeting a nice guy. Is that a clear enough answer for you John?"

With that, she closed the door behind her, not waiting for an answer.

Next chapter will be from Jackie's POV in L.A… will she go unscathed by Catherine's presence in L.A as she promotes her book? You probably already know the answer! If you want to hear more, please comment and/or favorite!