Hello, Hello!:) I'M BACK! lol And I am sooooo excited to be back. lol This sounds so ridiculous...my break wasn't even 2 weeks long...but I literally had to force myself NOT to write. lol So today I start with my huuuuge new project: Dismantling Ourselves. It sorta kicks off in season 5..as it is about C.C. in "The Place" and Niles' support, if you want. There will be a lot of original stuff happening here...and even in later chapters I will try not to use the main storyline that much, but we'll see. This clearly is Niles/C.C., as I don't ship anything else at the moment...and this might be a bumpy ride. I hope you'll be with me though and, as always, your feedback is NEEDED! You've seen the amazing things your suggestions can do. I need to do 2 quick shout-outs here:

SamandDianeFan10: I started working on your request...so far I've got 1 page. I will finish it asap- work permitting though!;)

rx9872: I wanted to answer your question about Lauren's e-mail but I can't PM you. lol Coz you have deactivated that function. :/

Anyway, read and review please! Oh and veery belatedly HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!:)

Disclaimer: I still don't own any of the characters... :/

Dismantling Ourselves

Prologue:

This is the beginning of our story, or maybe it is the end. Who knows? We broke each other until only tiny pieces were left, so now it is all the same. Now there are different ways of putting us together again, the result might be wrong, but it is still us. Completely dismantled.

I try to remember what it felt like, how I felt when it happened. But it's hard. Every time I try, I get lost in the lingering traces of memories. They weave countless storylines, but which do I follow? Which is the truth and which has been altered by hope, suspicion, pain?

No, I must focus, cannot risk to get lost again because time is precious nowadays, when I'm caught between forgetting and remembering.

The best way to describe how I felt when it happened is that the ground was pulled from under my feet. Everything I knew just suddenly disappeared and I was left with nothing. I dread to think what would have happened, if it hadn't been for the persistent nagging of the butler's voice. The only source of something familiar...albeit not comforting. But clear through the fog that numbed my brain.

I remember now the reason: Maxwell Sheffield, Broadway producer, the man of my dreams, married to another woman.

I was a Broadway producer too once...before it happened. Before my input as business partner became less and less important, before I became useless. It was hard living alongside a woman who was everything I was taught not to be and who had everything I wanted.

But maybe this isn't the truth...it seems impossible now to think I spent half my life chasing an illusion. No, this won't do. Instead, why don't I call it the story of how I fell in love with the butler?

So welcome to the beginning or the end, whichever you choose it to be! Listen to us now before we forget again.

After all, everyone loves a good story...