Part 2 of 3.

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He took the remaining steps across the room, to be by her side, his eyes fixed on her the whole time. He was trying to think of how to tell her, that she did not need to see Kate if she didn't want to, when she had quietly asked "Why?" His announcement had put a halt to her tears, and she forced herself into an upright position as he dropped down next to her.

While the look in her eyes may have shown uncertainty, he knew that he did have to give Sam all the information which he held - desperately trying not to make decisions which weren't his to make. "She just said that she had something to tell you.

She had allowed herself to sit with her head leant against Dylan's shoulder for the shortest of moments, before she had risen from the sofa, and decided that she had to go out and tackle Kate head on about why she was suddenly in her life again; when she had been the one to walk out of her career, and mere months later the flat and Sam's life, with the most basic of explanations.


She stopped in front of the brunette, unsure about what to say to her, she absentmindedly touched the back of her head as looked at Kate - her mind automatically taking her back to leaving the club and the consequent events. She remained silent, as she realised that Kate had begun to speak: "You just disappeared the other night." She bit her lip, determine to find some sort of suitable excuse for her hasty departure. Instinctively, her hand had risen to touch the back of her head as memories flooded in front of her eyes.

When she realised that she could think of nothing, other than a complete lie, she offered the briefest of explanations: "I was tired. I tried looking for you." Upon hearing her words, she was relieved when her friend nodded, seeming to accept her answer.

"What have you done to your head?" She hadn't been expecting Kate to be so direct, but she recalled that the only person more capable of reading her every move and action than Kate, was Dylan.

"Nothing." She couldn't bare to tell her what had happened, couldn't bare to let another person know just how reckless she'd been that night in some desperate attempt to get home. How she had wanted to go and forget Dylan, yet instead she'd spent the remainder of the night crying in his arms until she fell asleep. She physically shook Dylan from her mind, realising that all Kate's presence was doing was simply reminding her of much happier times with her husband.

The attempt was in vain and her mind immediately became caught up in memories that occurred some almost five years previous. The first kiss had caught them both off guard truthfully; perhaps, because, they hadn't realised that it was going to happen until their lips had closed around the others and she felt herself being backed up against the exterior wall of hospital. Her working day had both begun and ended badly; she'd walked into the hospital to the news that Kate was gone for good, her friend, however, had given her no warning of her unexpected departure.

From that moment her day had gotten worse and cumulated with her breaking down in front of Dylan, following the revelation that the seven year old boy she'd been treating had mere months to live. She had been completely aware that she'd made him feel uncomfortable and when unable to stop the tears, she had began to walk away from him with every intention of turning to Kate for support, and a little comfort, upon remembering that Kate had left the hospital, and potentially her, without a word - she simply cried harder.

Dylan had swiftly moved to follow her, grabbing her arm and spinning her around, as she raised a hand to cover her face as her shoulders shook with sobs. He stared at her for a few brief moments, making her feel uncomfortable, as she tried desperately to bring the steady downpour of tears to a halt, before he reached his hand up to her face to brush away the tears spilling down her face. Their eyes had locked for the briefest of seconds, before their lips had and to this day she had been unable to tell who had been the one to initiate that fist kiss, no matter how many times she'd replayed it in her mind since.


It was when Kate had waved a hand in front of her face to pull her out of her memories, that she fell down into the seat next to her friend and turned to face her: "Dylan said that you had something to tell me?" She turned her head, back to glance up the upstairs in the direction of CDU, where she knew that Dylan would be.

The brunette looked up, and seemed to take a deep breathe to mentally prepare herself: "I… see the thing is Sam, Sam…" She paused briefly, and took Sam's hand in her own. "I'm getting married." Sam looked up and Kate stopped trying to find the words and instead took in every feature of Sam's face wondering how much of her smile was false. "I was going to tell you the other day, but then I realised you and Dylan weren't together anymore and I didn't know if it would be an awful subject." She stopped talking as Sam nodded, before standing up and running her fingers through her long ponytail, distractedly.

She bit her lip, and looked at Kate seriously, for the briefest of seconds: "Congratulations. Um, I need to go back to work Kate." She turned quickly on her heel, feeling flustered as she felt tears well up in her eyes; and rushed back towards cubicles to try and find something to take her mind from what Kate had just told her; news that simply provoked memories that for the moment she'd like to keep wrapped up.

She wondered briefly if the wedding picture was still lying around because that always could provide her with some sort of comfort that at one point, Dylan had loved her, whether he did now or not. This like so many other times in her life, she had been certain that Dylan would never love her though the time that stood out the most was about month in to working under his mentorship and she knew she loved him, even if he'd never given her reason to.

She was certain that she could not determine the exact moment she realised that she'd fallen for him; though, unlike the cliché, it was certainly not at first sight. However, by the time that he had referred to her by name, she was certain that she'd long since fallen for him. She had pushed this to the back of her mind, suspecting that it might've been Kate who captured Dylan's attention - he was always there, watching her, watching what she was doing, helping her - which was nothing unusual where Kate was concerned.

She had challenged him on this years previous, and he had quietly informed her that it was Kate's competency he had pondered everyday he had watched her work. She accepted this instantly wanting it to be true. She'd accepted this for long enough, until now when she seen the way he was acting with Zoe, Zoe who was more like Kate than herself; making her believe that maybe her Dylan weren't as suited as she'd once felt, and that all those years ago she had been correct in her assumptions.

She looked around, and saw Dylan standing by the door to staff room, he jerked his head towards her and slowly she walked across the department to join him in there. She stepped into the room, and was handed that cup of tea that she had wanted all along and she was certain that the warmth she felt, in that moment, did not come from the heat of the hot drink alone, but when Dylan's hand grazed hers.


Same time, same place tomorrow.

Anny x