Authors Note- I decided to start something on my own. I hope to continue with it. If people are enjoying it, I am more likely to continue it though. So please read and review. Also, thanks to Liby, she helped me out a bit here and there. There that's my shout out... oh and DO IT! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this... It will pick up in the next chapter, I have a few things planned. This is also a short chapter, next one will be longer.

Disclaimer- I'm not rich, so obviously I don't own anything/anyone.

Rating- Um, PG for sure, even G... But it go to PG 13 at any time, I am known for cussing.

Summary- Carter comes back from you know where... That's right, Africa... But its not how it seems... That will come later though... Trust.

Prologue

I slowly walk through the airport, not making an effort to quicken my pace. I already know who and what are waiting for me. No one and nothing. I guess I can't be too upset, after all, I just took off. Well, not exactly, but that is how it will seem. My bag makes an irritating clank against the hard tile. Leaving. I'm not so sure it was the smartest idea. I told her. I yelled it at her actually. In the middle of the street. She told me to go, she didn't understand why I had to go. Its something I needed to do, its something I love. I'm not sure why. Helping people, who would otherwise get no help, is part of it. Giving something back after all those years of taking. Maybe. Everything is so clear there. Not hazy, as it sometimes has been in Chicago. Chicago holds such a real part of me. She holds such a real part of me. I think she'll understand one day, she'll realise that this is something I have to do. For me. For them. For her. It keeps my feet on the ground.

I reach the cars. I ordered a cab. Somehow that seemed more appropriate than a limousine. After loading my suitcase into the trunk, I slide into the backseat. Thoughts of her flood my mind. The words she screamed as I left. She never understands. Never.

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"Fine go..." She screeches at me. Yah, like you'll really except me leaving. You won't take me back.

"Yeah, then where would that leave us?" She shakes her head, not sure of what to say next. No where? The same place we are now? She seems very unsure. She knows what she wants. To be with me. But she doesn't think its safe there. She's right. Its not. I wouldn't leave her, not for good.

"I don't know John, you tell me." I can't. I'm not in control of this relationship, I never have been, never will be. Why is that? Why is the guy never in control? Is it easier for us to be led around?

"I can't... Because I need to do this. You have to except that." She does. She really does. Its not all about her. Not anymore. Its about us, them, me. Everyone. We are all pulled into this equation.

"Do what you want then. I won't stop you." She turns and walks back into the hospital. Figures, always the runner, never the chaser. I stare after her for a second. The automatic doors open and close a few times, not once does he face reappear. I hadn't expected it to. I sling my bag over my shoulder. The raid falls over me, the black sky showing no sign of clouds, or rain for that matter. Sometimes looks can be deceiving.

~*~

I am pulled back to reality, the cab comes to an abrupt stop. I look out the window, expecting to see an accident, nothing but poor. I should have driven myself. But she took my car, that day. I didn't have the keys to hers, I doubt she would drive me to the airport, so it was the only feasible option. The ride seems never ending. I hope she's there. Although I know better, who knows where she will be. Working? Her mothers? My fathers? Visiting Susan? Visiting Sam? She has endless locations to hide from me. I won't search for her. She'll come to me when she's ready. At least I hope she will. I don't know what I will do if she doesn't. I run my fingers through my hair, the light patter of the rain, lulls me into a light sleep. More or less a daydream. The car comes to an abrupt stop. I pull myself out of the seat, thrusting the cab drivers money towards him. I look up at the house. I'm not so sure this will go over very well. If she's even there. The door quietly creeks open. I have an urge to call out, but I don't. She needs her sleep, I can't see her being pleased if I woke her by hollering out to her. I take quiet steps towards her...our bedroom

The door opens. Damn it. She's not here. Really, what did I expect.