Two weeks later, Sarah and Connor found themselves sitting side by side on their bed, staring out at the Chicago skyline.

They'd been fighting for weeks now - he was refusing to talk about the issues with psychiatry, and she was not about to let him get away with it. But then it had turned into something new, something more. Every little thing had become an argument. They weren't spending time with friends, or with each other. Their sex life was a disaster. Even working together had become strained.

It just wasn't working out.

"I can't keep doing this," she said very quietly, her eyes not moving from that specific point on the roof of a skyscraper that she'd been staring at for a solid fifteen minutes now.

"Don't do this. Please."

She should have been happy. It was the first time in a long time that he'd tried fighting for her, not fighting with her.

She faced him now, seeing the tears in her eyes mirrored in his own. "No. I can't keep doing this, Connor. It's killing me."

"But we're planning a future. The white picket fence, and the dog, and -"

"- Stop!" she implored him. "We're not happy. And what's the point in any of this if we're not happy together?"

He was quiet for a very long time, before he finally whispered, "It's just not fair."

"No, it's not," she agreed. "It's not fair on either of us."

And that was that. It was all very anticlimatic, really. The only thing they had been able to agree on in weeks was that it was over.

It had taken less than a day for it to spread through the hospital's rumour mill like wildfire. She had moved out, and he was the gorgeous bachelor once again. All was right in the world. Rhodes was fair game, and if he'd dated someone like Reese than anyone had a chance, right?

(On a sidenote, Sarah had officially concluded that people really, genuinely suck.)

The story was different depending on who was telling it - the team up in radiology were convinced they'd had a massive falling out over a patient, while the nurses on the cardiac ward adamantly argued they'd blown up at each other over something his father had said to one of the hospital board members. The residents in the psych ward were all over it, though. They were telling anyone who would listen that it was her inability to commit and his apparent need to sleep around had brought the relationship to a swift and sudden end. Down in the lab, they were telling eight different stories.

To their credit, all of their colleagues down in the ED were refusing to weigh in on the situation. Every time they heard a retelling, the story was getting further and further from the truth. But no one was willing to step in and correct them. It was no one's business, after all.

While Sarah had thrown herself deep into her residency research, Connor found himself volunteering to take extra shifts left, right and centre. It wasn't a sustainable plan long-term, but for right now it would do. It was the only coping mechanism he had.

This was how he found himself at work on a Saturday. Granted, it wasn't uncommon for him to be rostered on trauma shifts on a weekend, but considering he'd worked thirteen and fourteen hour shifts for the last eight days running? Yeah, it was slightly unusual.

"Morning, Ms Goodwin," he greeted the hospital administrator as he stepped out of the elevator.

"Good morning."

"What brings you in on a Saturday?"

They were heading toward the ED now, having fallen into step side by side.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Filling in as trauma attending," he explained. "We haven't had an elective heart surgery in weeks."

"Yes, I know we've had some cancellations since Dr Downey died," Ms Goodwin conceded. "But we can't expect to rebuild a destination program overnight."

Though she was being realistic, the thought still wasn't all that comforting. He was going crazy without the constant hustle and bustle of surgery. He was starting to go stir crazy working in the cardiac unit. The moments he caught trauma cases in the ED were the ones he was living for at the moment. He became a doctor so he could jump in and help. It felt really good to be doing that again.

While Connor was treating a stroke patient, Sarah found herself working alongside Dr Charles on a consult down in the ED. She'd been avoiding the Emergency Department as much as she could, she wasn't above admitting it. Right now, however, Ethan had pulled them in to treat a woman experiencing a hysterical pregnancy.

It was not going well. The patient and her husband were not at all receptive, as one would imagine.

On the upside, at least no one had approached the subject of the doomed relationship yet.

By the time her shift was over, she was done. She was tired, and cranky, and feeling like she had screwed up that case about as badly as she possibly could have. And to top it all off, Sarah had just missed her bus.

She was really starting to miss carpooling with Connor.

She was really missing Connor in general.

A/N: Hi. So, please please please don't hate me. I just feel like there is a lot of opportunity for character growth, and the drama in breaking them apart. There's a lot of unexplored drama there. That's what I'm here for! Until next time :)