DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. I enjoy writing and hope I am capturing the characters correctly. I have been told I'm not doing a good job at that. Any guidance would me much appreciated.(Plus the fact that I live in the US may have a lot to do with it.)

I sat on the bench overlooking the Thames. I've spent a lot of time here since the shooting. It's on the way from the Psychiatrists office. I often grab a cup of tea and sit on this bench and watch. Just watch. Often times wishing things had turned out differently. Wishing I didn't have to see this psychiatrist.

I understand the necessity behind the visits. I just hated discussing what I was feeling because, quite honestly, I wasn't sure what I was feeling.

I finished my tea and, checking my watch, threw the cup in the rubbish bin and started walking toward the tube station,

My mobile rang. I answered it, knowing exactly who it would be.

"I'm heading home. I'm doing fine and the session went well. I am managing my PTSD and Survivor's Guilt well," I said to Ronnie, who had taken to calling me after my appointments to get me ready for the rest of my day. It was a ritual that I was very glad he had started.

I entered the tube station and boarded the train. Ten minutes later, I climbed the stairs to the surface and headed toward my flat.

I entered the building and rode the lift to my floor. I got off and walked toward the door. I unlocked it and kicked my shoes off by the door. I sat my briefcase on the bench by the door and hung my coat on the rack.

I walked toward the bedroom to change my clothes. As I entered the bedroom, he came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel.

He came toward me and sat down with me on the bed. He kissed me and asked about me day. I told him of the psychiatrists visit and how I was managing. "Lesh, I love you. I'm not going anywhere. I'm like that cat running around in there. Lucky Luciano has nothing on me," he said.

I laughed at this. "I just hope you don't plan on using up any more of your lives any time soon," I said.

***I hope you like it. Most of you will probably think it's lame, as I have been told before, but there in lies the beauty of fan fiction. I can do what I want and make the characters how I want them.*** -mereditholiver