Disclaimer: see chapter one

Catherine's POV

How could I be so stupid? Someone like Sara wasn't going to wait around for a month for me to decide to talk to her much less decide that I did want to date her. I was just shocked to see that the person she was seeing was her ex.

Never in a million years did I expect that the strung out junkie Sara had taken Allie from would be back in her life. She just waltzed in and planted a kiss on Sara. And all Sara did was look at me and then her and back at me. It was her silent explanation of why we couldn't be together.

And I understood. I had waited too long. Even though four weeks wasn't that long for me, I guess in the lesbian world, four weeks was a lifetime. I'm sure Sara, Sofia or Wendy could make some joke about time and lesbians.

I smiled weakly at her, having realized my place in this totally fucked up situation. "Well, I hope you feel better soon, Sara. Thanks again."

I turned and left her room as quickly as I could. I could hear her calling my name and telling me to wait as I made my escape.

When I got in the hallway, there stood a very nervous Greg and a very penitent Lindsey. I nodded in Greg's direction before speaking to Lindsey.

"Come on, Linds. We're going home. I need to get some sleep before work."

She was almost reticent as she said, "What about Sara?"

I looked back at the door to her room. "She has someone to take care of her. She'll be fine. Now let's go."

Greg took a step toward us and opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. "I'll see you in a few hours, Greg."

I was power walking to the car and Lindsey was struggling to keep up.

"Why are you running to get out of here?"

"Lindsey, I'm tired. I didn't sleep very well. I want a little bit of rest before going back to work tonight."

She crossed her arms over her chest and began pouting. "I thought you said you had a couple of days off after what happened. Why are you going to work?"

"Lindsey, I'm not in the mood to argue."

"Fine, but what about Sara? I thought you were going to talk to her and fix what I had messed up for you."

"Well, you get your wish Lindsey. You don't have to worry about Sara liking me or us being together or you getting sent away. Sara is seeing the woman that went in her room while I was there."

"That was her ex. They're not together."

My kid had no idea what she was talking about. She was obviously depending on Greg for her information and it was faulty information.

"Yes, they are, Lindsey. She kissed her when she came in the room. And before she came in, Sara was busy telling me that we couldn't see each other outside of work before that woman came in. So you see, you get what you wanted all along Lindsey."

I looked at my daughter. She was in full-fledged pouting mode. "You should be happy. Ecstatic, even. Want me to pull over so you can do a dance on the side of the road? Or we can stop at one of those T-shirt shops on the strip and you can get one made that says I won and all I got was this lousy T-shirt."

"I thought you wanted Sara," she said sincerely.

I chortled at her declaration. "We don't always get what we want in life, Lindsey. Never let it be said that I told you that you did."

I reached over and turned the radio up no longer wishing to continue this conversation with my daughter. My head was swimming with the realization that I had missed my chance with Sara and my heart was the lead weight that was going to pull me under.

There was only one thing I could do. I was going to throw myself into my work. That, and I was going to get over whatever I had felt for Sara. Okay, so that's two things.