Set around three months after "Forget Me Not." I plan on this being a short, multi-chapter story. Four or five chapters I'm guessing. GSR all the way. I'm building this story around an idea that popped into my head. I don't want to turn anyone off, but there will eventually be a character death…don't kill me for it lol. You were forewarned, but will get another warning before a possible ratings change. Hope you enjoy!

"Realization"

Ch. 1

He sighed. Thinking back to before their reconciliation shattered his core. Up until around her birthday they were lucky to speak weekly. The past few months consisted of no form of communication—zip, zero, zilch. He wanted to do what was best for her, and he thought that was temporarily ending things.

Unfortunately that didn't sit well for either of them. Apparently Sara was struggling at work. Showing up late, being unfocused, retreating, and foregoing outings with the gang sent DB in a panic. The supervisor called him, urged him to call his wife. "It's important. She needs to tell you. Has to come from her not me," DB insisted. Panic surged through Gil instantly. Just because they were currently not speaking didn't mean his love for her had changed. Immediately he called Sara.

"He shouldn't have done that. That's overstepping boundaries. He could've let it slip—"

"Let what slip? Honey, please talk to me. I need to know you're ok."

After hesitantly agreeing, Gil was on a plane, headed home for good.

Following her tendencies, she offered to cook him dinner while he showered. After heading for the kitchen, he stopped her by taking her hand. He insisted they talk first. It was what brought him to her. They needed to do this in order to fix their current situation.

Again hesitant, but more so bash fully, Sara admitted the actions of DB shouldn't have been resisted. Now she was embarrassed. "I should've just told you." There was a look of guilt as well as sadness in her brown orbs. He couldn't put his finger on it—just couldn't tell what was wrong. What happened?

Her revelation hit him like a ton of bricks. What left her mouth shocked him. His hand firmly grasped hers, and continued to squeeze while she talked. Many phrases lingered...

"Basderic set me up for murder."

"He stalked me."

"Messed with my pills."

"Went after my mother."

"Stabbed Taylor seven times."

"Invaded our home."

"Pointed a gun at me, fired..."

Not being with Sara, his wife, his soul mate, his best friend, when she needed him the most ate him alive. She held strong while reiterating what happened. Images of her in that orange jumpsuit made him shutter. Everything came flooding back to her. She broke down. First she cried. "Basderic took over my life!" she sobbed into his chest. Then she started screaming and punching him in the chest. "Why did this happen? You are my husband! You should've been there!" Her hands threw punches until her breathing became erratic. It was then she shook her head and mouthed I'm sorry. Gil could only hold her and fight back tears of his own. "I'm so sorry, honey. I promise you, I'm never leaving you again. You shouldn't have had to go through that period, but you definitely shouldn't have gone through it without me. I've been a lousy husband thinking we needed more time apart." He cupped her face. "I'm an ass."

This brought that Sara smile to light. She dabbed her eyes with her hand. His hand covered hers and she said, "You are, Gil. But that's why I love you."