A/N-So I crossed over to writing a W/J fic. I have nothing against them, only the writers, I think Woody/Jordan would be better if Woody had depth. Garret has depth. Thus, I like Garret and Jordan together. But anyway, this is an alternate take on what we all know is NOT going to happen after Jump Push Fall (we all know Woody's going to be OK. We all know Garret's going to get his job back. They wouldn't sign the actors if things aren't going to be that way.)
"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel." Maya Angelou
"Forget me." The words rang clear in her head, every time she tried to forget the words rang in her head. Every time she tried to do what he had asked her to do she found herself thinking of him.
He had gone. Just walked out of her life. Said she didn't need to be burdened with him and wheeled himself back to Wisconsin to be faced with a a life of paperwork and being tied to a desk, not being able to do much else. He just told her to forget that he had ever existed, he was just someone else who had walked into her life and walked back out.
She had tried to fill the void, but she couldn't. She couldn't believe he had been gone a year already. It felt like just yesterday he had been shot. Like hours ago that he had gotten the news that he couldn't walk, that he'd be stuck in a chair for the rest of his life, that he would only be good for desk work. It had broken him.
And every time she tried to tell him that she really did love him, he wrote it off as being meaningless, as something that she said out of obligation, out of pity. She really had loved him, but he had spent so much of his life convincing himself that she'd never love him that he believed it, and that when she said that she did, he wouldn't believe it.
And so he had left without a backward glance, telling her to forget him, that she would just be wasting her life on him, faking feelings out of pity. And he had gone back to Wisconsin, leaving her with a hole in her heart where he had been.
She tried to forget him, she usually did a good job of it. She threw herself headlong into work, she knew that everyone was concerned for her, and Garret was ready to force her to go see Dr. Stiles if she spent one more night in her office, and that was the last thing she wanted to do. She wanted to just forget about him, she didn't need to have the office shrink drag her through why she still loved him.
But it was days like today when she felt like marching down the hall and grabbing the bottle of scotch out of Garret's bottom drawer and drinking the whole bottle down. Days like today when she remembered what they had been, what she had given up out of her own pride and fear.
She had been to proud to admit she was afraid of getting hurt. And when she finally had told him that she really did love him, he had written it off as pity, and she was never quite sure what it was that got her to confess. She was afraid of loosing him and so she had told him before she lost the chance to.
And he had left because of it. Her worst fear had come true. She had lost him, the man that she truly loved. And all he had done was tell her to forget him. Something that even now, a year later, she couldn't do.