Author's Note: I'm rather nervous about this part. Let's just say it's not my usual style of writing. When I first came up with this story, I saw the confession, but nothing more. I had no idea of where to take it because I wanted it to be realistic. I didn't know how to end it since in my heart I believe you marry once. (Though I realize there are some circumstances that warrant divorce.) A friend gave me an idea, and immediately I tossed it out because there was no way I would do it...but two seconds later, my mind embellished it and the rest of the story was born.

**A tissue warning might be in effect here...my beta told me she wanted to hug Vaughn at the end.**

Thanks go out to my best friend, Jessica, who has been on the receiving end of all my inquiries, complaints and 'fill in the blank!! What's that word???' amongst other things. She also apparently trusts my judgment enough because she has me beta her stuff even when I normally have to have someone beta me! I swear I will never understand comma rules, or much else of grammar. (I love ASL with its simplicity!!)


Part Two

It's been months since he has last seen her. Months since they said their goodbyes and tried to move on with their lives. It's been hard for both of them. He's been miserable, torn with guilt and pain when he looks into his wife's eyes. She has yet to date, her heart still set on only him. Yet they know this is how is has to be.

But on October 1st, they both find themselves at the pier. This time they didn't plan to meet; it was fate. A cherished memory, a place to come for comfort.

He hasn't allowed himself to visit the pier in months, taking the priest's advice to move on and make peace with his past. His past with Sydney and all that came with it. Including the pier, the train station, the observatory...

His heart however, could not stop him from coming here on this day.

They greet each other awkwardly. Standing in silence, they stare out at the ocean for several minutes. Eventually they manage some small talk. Harmless catching up. He tries to tell himself he is allowed this, there is no wrong in talking with her.

But after another bout of silence and three small words from her, he's lost his will.

"I miss you."

Tears fall from his eyes and his heart breaks all over again. "I miss you too." He turns to look at her, again their eyes mirror their pain. Closing the small distance between them, he wipes away the tears flowing down her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry..." he mumbles, over and over. "I'm so sorry."

She's in his arms, sobbing, crying out all her frustration. Words of love, pain, hate reach his ears through the veil of night. He feels a knife in his heart as the words hit him, their intent he cannot deny. He is the cause of her pain. She has every right to hate him.

It is instinct...a natural part of him to comfort her. To soothe her pain, to dry her tears.

He does not know how it happened, or what possessed him, beyond his heart that knew what it needed...wanted. They end up at her apartment. The fact that it is not her old place, does not sink in. He only knows her and her love.

Her presence draws him in, his eyes taking in the sight of her, remembering every detail. With a light touch, he caresses her cheek, staring deep into her eyes, melting away. Slowly he lifts her sweater, their eyes still connected in silence. His fingers brush her shoulders and downward, her skin so soft to his senses.

The rest of their clothing is gone within minutes and they feel as if they've gone back in time. There is no conscious memory or thought of their lives outside of this moment. He cradles her face between his hands, as his mouth sinks down on her tender lips. They come up for breath, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

He leads them to her bed, pulling her gently by her hand and finally pushes her down on her back. Her grin is infectious and his face soon matches hers. He's climbed up beside her, now leaning over and trailing his fingers around her breast. The reaction is instantaneous and his grin grows larger, if possible. He captures her mouth again as his fingers wander all over her body. They know their way, they have not forgotten.

Her arms have wrapped around his upper body, fingers dancing on his back and up through his hair. They have melded into one, connected their heart, mind and soul. Their bodies know the rest. It is without words that night when they make love, only soft sounds of ecstasy.

And it was in silence that he left hours later when reality hit. The next day he asks for a transfer in work. This cannot happen again. He cannot give in to temptation. The only solution is to move far away. Away from Sydney.

He will move on with his life. Even if it kills him.