Forget Me Not.

*This is my first Relic Hunter fanfic. Please tell me what you think about it. Thanks!*

Description: There are some people you just can't forget, even if you think you want to.

I walked into the small café and sat down at a corner table.. An older waitress walked up immediately, smiling brightly. "What can I get for you this evening? "She asked. "Just a cup of coffee, black." I replied, forcing a smile. "Okay…I'll have that for you in a minute!" She said, walking away. I closed my eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply. "What's got you so down tonight, sweetie?" Looking up, I saw the waitress pouring a cup of coffee and giving me a concerned, motherly stare. "I'm just remembering someone." I replied, hoping to end the conversation there. Nope, this was an over-curious waitress. "Mind if I ask who?" She asked gently. Nigel. I thought, but I said, "The only man I think of with regret." The waitress sat down and gave me a soft smile. "Some one you loved?" She asked. "I..I don't…" She gave me a look. "Yes." I replied. "Okay, I'm gonna leave you alone, then, dear." With that, she stood up and walked away.

Three years. It had been three years since I'd last seen Nigel. I can only guess that the work, travel, and almost weekly near-death experiences were becoming too much for him. I remember the day he left…Yes, I remember..

"I'm sorry, Syd…" Nigel had said, walking into my office and closing the door behind him. "I just…I need to leave…Because.." He couldn't think of what to say. "Shhh…don't explain it, Nigel. You don't have to if you don't want to. I know you want a little teaching job surrounded by lots of quiet books. Go find that job, Nigel." I said. Nigel forced a weak smile. "Thank you, Syd."

After he left that day, I never saw him again. I heard he'd found his job…A linguistics teacher at a small community college. I just never found out where. Happy as I was for him, I still miss him so much. It's taken me three years, since he left, to realize that I love him, I really always did. Why did it take so long? For three years, he worked right beside me, I can't help but wonder, why had it taken so long…?

But, it doesn't matter anymore, does it? Nigel is in the past, and the past is dead, isn't it? Sighing, it drown the rest of my nostalgic thoughts with the rest of my coffee. I stood up, put some money on the table, and headed towards the door.