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A/N:

Sorry for the delay. Family Emergency.

The next chapter is written. I'll post it in a few days.

I've kinda hit writers block on my other TFTF fic. I have the next chap. of it written but I don't like it, so it may be awhile.

Anyway, hope you like this, one.

Thanks for reviews.

Last Time...

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"yeah..." he said breaking into her thoughts, "something's do." the deep voice was too familiar, the eyes too intense....

Desperately she broke the eye contact. She needed to get out, NOW.

Nodding at his statement without meeting his gaze, she whispered, "Don't forget that Dom... I'll see ya around."

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And Now...

The door shut.

He stared at it a moment.

Automatically, he reached for it and locked it as Mia had instructed. Quietly he shut the lights off, then headed for the kitchen --shutting the lights off there too.

His footsteps on the staircase startled him. They were loud in the still house.

Gently he laid his son on the bed. He noticed the lion's tail the boy clutched in his hand and tried to open it, so he could put the toy over on the desk. He couldn't. Didn't feel like trying to hard.

What the hell just happened?, he asked himself as he began readying Taylor for bed.

Was that a conversation?

What the hell was that?

And why did he feel like putting his fist through a wall. Why did he feel the need for action... for speed...

Letty always does that.... He cut the thought off...

Used to...

She used to do that.

Fire up his thirst for adrenaline, his need... his passion.

But that was... a long time ago. This reaction he was feeling now was...

Sighing raggedly he stood from the bed carrying Taylor's sneakers and clothes.

He wasn't sure exactly what this was. Only that he'd felt it the moment she'd walked in..... carrying his son.

It had looked so... right. Had thrown him off balance. The way he snuggled into her. The way she let him.

...It wasn't a clean break. It was messy, jagged...

Mia's words assaulted him suddenly.

Making him groan lightly, of course it had been jagged, messy... everything between them had been like that.

That's why it'd had no future, he reminded himself. They'd never had the lets-grow-old-together kind of love.

With them it had always been fast, fun, wild.

Messy was to be expected when it was heat, passion... speed that had driven them...

Jagged was the only way to break things off, when heat had seared them together, had made it impossible to make a clean break.

They'd had to rip apart, tearing each other to shreds in the process, it was the only way.

A relationship as volatile as theirs could end no other way.

Still...

Letty had been very important to him, and he had to admit... sometimes, on the rare occasions when he was plastered, when he was lost in waves of amber heat, when his guard was down and he had no defenses to fight with -- he regretted every single word he'd said that night.

Sometimes the pain that surged through him when he remembered the look on her face, ate at him until he had no choice but to push it away, stop thinking, run from those thoughts... from those memories.

He'd mourned his actions more than once over the past five years.

It had enraged him, when in his drunken stupor he'd felt tears fill his eyes for the dark-haired vixen that had once held his heart.

Fury boiled in him that no matter how much he loved his life, his son, Kara....

Thoughts of her could still have such an impact him.

It was the brunt of that he was feeling now and as he lay on the bed, searching his mind for anyway to be free of it, of her.

Attempting with all his will power to focus his thoughts on his past with Kara, his future with her, with their son...

Anything that would drive away the image of her tear filled eyes as he'd stormed out of there, anything that would dim the voices full of rage that had ended their life together...

-- he could hear them as clearly as if it had been five days ago and not five years--

Anything that would free him from her... after all this time her presence shouldn't be able to affect him like this.

He didn't love her, of that he was sure.

He loved Kara.

Her smile, her laughter, her eyes... all of her and once Mia had her baby he'd go prove it to her.

In the meantime he had to figure out how to defuse these emotions that attacked him whenever he saw Letty.

He didn't love her.

He didn't.

Not like that anyway. He cared for her. Would always care. They'd shared to much for him not to. But it wasn't love that fueled this caring it was something akin to habit. He didn't know how not to care.

When he saw her he was unavoidably reminded of that night... and the pain they'd caused each other.

The thought came to him with so much force he nearly sat up. He could apologize.

He couldn't let go, couldn't push these emotions away because his regret tied her to him.

Here was his chance, he'd apologize for the things he'd said.

For things that had happened.

He'd be free of this then, free of these feelings. Of this emotion that wouldn't let him breathe after an encounter with her. Free to focus completely on Kara.

When he'd leave here he'd be completely liberated from any and all emotional ties to Letty

Momentarily satisfied with his resolution, he sighed and called for sleep to come to him. He needed sleep.

In the beginning Kara would make him hot chocolate on the stove, when he couldn't sleep. Never in the microwave, she claimed that was crap, didn't do shit.

Stovetop hot chocolate on the other hand, she claimed, could cure anything--from insomnia to a broken heart.

He missed her. Hoped she was okay.

He hoped she hadn't really given up.

He hoped she wouldn't really file for divorce.

He had a lot of hopes.

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