Summary: Set during 'Banned by Your Man' just after Sky got banned by Dyl.. Oh yes, probably been done to death, but it's been bunnied around my brain since then. Stupid plot bunnies... They never give me plot. Just fur and fluff.

Disclaimer: Oh I would so desperately love to own Neighbours. Then we wouldn't even have Ned, and we'd still have Serena. Ha.

Spoilers: For anyone outside Aus I think…

Thanks to Mily (Orlando2Legolas) for beta'ing… and helping immensely.

It was very morbid, darkness that surrounded the prison just outside Erinsborough. The day was fine enough, but anything in the vicinity of the gaol was slightly sad and dark. Sky rolled her eyes and glanced up at the rear view mirror of her green bug, adjusting it slightly to see her own tear-streaked face, then pushed it back.

She'd believed it was up to her, that the decision was hers, and that it would have been harder on Dylan if she'd chosen to break up with him. Suddenly she'd found that the ball was in his court. He'd made the decision. How could she have been so stupid? But she'd been so sure that he'd loved her. She'd loved him; so why would he leave her now, when it seemed to her that he would need her most?

She gulped at the memory and searched down the side of her seat for her water bottle. Going into that room was probably one of the scariest things she'd ever done. The closeness of the entire area made her feel claustrophobic, the close watch of the guards made it feel as if she was the one imprisoned. Then, she'd felt a cold wash of fear rush through her as Dylan walked, no, was brought in to see her. She squeezed her eyes shut to block out the painful shock that he'd given her. How could HE leave her there? It was supposed to be completely under Sky's control! Not Dylan's. She popped the top off the bottle and took a drink, trying to quell the tears that began to start again.

Maybe he hadn't loved her after all. Memories prickled her mind, the look on Dylan's face as the plane went down, fearless, and as if it wasn't the scariest thing he'd ever done. So confident that he'd be alright. The memory of her howling at the moon one night from her hospital window, hoping that he wasn't dead. She'd been so sure that day of the memorial that he was dead, along with her cousin, uncle and aunt. But he wasn't. That was the worst part. He'd pretended that he was, like he didn't care about anyone back at Ramsey Street, not even her. She popped the lid back onto the water bottle and turned the ignition on to begin the drive home. Of course, it didn't start. She gave the pedals a kick and began to persuade the bug to start, with small bribes and sweet words. With a final roar, the motor came to life, and she pushed the hand brake forward into drive. Pulling out of the car park, she remembered the most painful moment. The memorial service, as he'd come out of the bushes. For a moment she thought he was a ghost, or that he'd come back, just to see her again. But it wasn't. It was to save his brother. She thumped the steering wheel slightly violently as the traffic stopped at the lights.

Now she couldn't even make things right. She knew that she wouldn't be able to talk to him for the next; the thought for a second then realised the truth. Was it really ten years? She'd made a promise to stick by him for ten years, and he'd banned her. At least on the outside world, she'd bug and bug and bug parents and census to find him, but now she had no choice in the matter. Dylan was in complete control of who talked to him. For better, or for worse...

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Please review? My first Neighbours fic…I'm branching out of Doctor Who!