Discalimer: i don't own Third watch or its characters.

warning: this story ,thath take place after 11/09, is totally immaginated by me, nothing is really happened in the show.

When it happened, I was looking for something… better.

Not professionally… I mean, I like my work, I don't love it, but I like do what I do.

And now… here I am. I'm looking outside one of my apartment's windows, trying to understand. But I can't. No way. Probably because I remember all so clearly… I was looking outside a window, like now. But it was some else's home. I don't remember her name… it is not a problem. I don't remember any name. I don't have a story, a real story, since… funny, I don't remember since how much time I'm without love. I don't know if in my entire life I had had a woman who loved me. But who can love me? Can I really be loved? I don't think so. And now it's not a problem, I have to think to something else. Something wrong. I can't forget it. I'll never forget it. I was there… and I'll be there for the rest of my life. I was looking at the towers, at people who preferred jumping out the burning palaces. Impotent. Nothing to do. My god, why, why, why?

And now…

The doorbell. Fantastic, I really need it. Someone who wants to speak with me. If it's Faith again who wants talk about this, I promise…

"Faith – he screamed – I don't need.. or I want… to see you. Please, go…"

But when I open the door I don't see Faith. I see one of my former girlfriends. Megan. Strange, she is part of the small group I remember clearly. I really liked her…but she left me. It was…3 years ago. Why she left me? I don't know, now I think to it… but, overall, what does she want?

"what the evil are you doing here? You broke my heart…is it too little for you?"

"Oh, sure, I broke your heart. Please Maurice, don't be silly."

"I repeat: what the evil are you doing here" he asked her again splitting it into syllables.

"I have to speak with you – she answered cold as the ice – may I enter?"

"I don't think to have other possibilities, come in. my house is your house."

"I need only a moment. I've heard you where… you know what I mean. " she was standing into the dining room. "this is the classic house of a single man."

"this is the classic house of a man without a lot of money, my dear. What do you want? – he asked again very irritated – and please, don't tell me you are here to talk with me about what happened and what happened to me, too. Because I don't …"

"I'm here to explain to you what happened 3 years ago, when I left you. "

"Make yourself at home, but please, be fast. I don't want to lose my time with you, not after you…"

"after I broke your heart, I know it, you've already told me. " she sat down on the red sofa and began to explain "I left you because you weren't the right one. I began to think, and at the end I understood you weren't the man of my dreams, or the prince with the white horse… you understand.."

"no, I don't understand. Make me understand… you left me because you thought the prince really existed? You're a scientist, I don't believe you're such a dreamer…"

"let me finished…I left you because I was pregnant. I have a son, Maurice, and you too…"