Author's Notes – Hello again everyone! Here I am, with a new fic. Yep, another new one when I can't seem to update the old ones. What can I say; I've been hit with some new inspiring story ideas.

This story, I've actually been trying to write for quite some time now, but I've had some issues with exactly how I'm going to go about it. One of my favorite movies is Sliding Doors and I really wanted to try and do a fic similar to that where you can two different ways fate can take course all branching off from one small event. I'm just hoping I can do this story justice.

With all of that in mind, please remember, that the story parts in italics is the storyline where she catches the plane, and the story in plane text is the storyline where she missed the plane. My biggest fear with this story is that it will get too confusing, so I'm trying to make sure that doesn't happen.

I would like to thank everyone who reviewed. I really hope the rest of this doesn't disappoint. And to everyone else, please review, I honestly do thrive on feedback, so please give it generously!

Disclaimer – I own nothing that is recognized…don't sue.

Caught or Not?

"So which gate do you go to next," Amy asked Adam as the two made their way through the Stanford airport.

"Next, I go to C18," he said reading his ticked. "But that's not for another three hours."

"Three hours," Amy laughed. "Why the long layover?"

"Well, it was a really last minute decision to go to mom's this week. Guess that's what I get for not planning these things in advance." Adam smiled as they made their way to the security gate before the exit. "I'd walk you to your car but those security dude's really tend to look down on international passengers going back and forth through the gates."

"I know what you mean; well I'll see you next week." Amy gave Adam a quick hug before heading though the security gate, ready to go home.

Amy sighed as she closed her now finished book. She looked around the boarding area and saw quite a few people had assembled; it must be getting close to boarding time. Just then, as if reading her mind, the flight attendant made the first boarding announcement. Smiling for the first time all day Amy got up and collected her bags and showed her new boarding pass to the attendant.

She walked quickly through the boarding tunnel and Amy entered the plane and searched for her seat. Slowly, the rest of the plane's passenger's boarded and found their seats. After what seemed like an eternity, the plane started to roll towards the runway only to be stopped once again.

"Well folks," the flight attendant said in a false cheerful voice, "it appears there is a little traffic jam on the runway. It shouldn't be long though before it is our turn and we can begin our assent. Thank you all for your patience."

Amy groaned and rolled her eyes. What else could possibly go wrong on this trip?

Amy couldn't help but smile as she turned into the subdivision in which she and Matt lived. It really was odd to be on the road without him and she was really looking forward to do a few days completely alone with him. Pulling into their driveway, Amy couldn't help but notice the little red Miata parked in her usual spot. As she got out of her car Amy pondered who the car could possibly belong to but she did notice the Louis Vuitton clutch sitting on the passenger's seat and the pink beads dangling from the rearview mirror.

Upon entering the house she couldn't help but notice the clothes that littered the floor and the stairs. Amy felt sick to her stomach as she quietly went up the stairs and opened the door to the bedroom she and Matt shared.

"Mmmmmm baby…oh baby," the mystery woman moaned as she road Matt who was kissing her along the shoulder. Suddenly, Matt realized they were no longer alone and froze. "Baby, oh baby, ba…what's wrong?" Matt pushed the woman off of him and saw Amy fuming.

"Bravo, best fake orgasm I've ever hear," she joked bitterly.

"Amy I…I…" Matt stuttered.

"You bastard," she said through gritted teeth, "how long?"

"What?"

"How long have you been lying to me," Amy yelled causing Matt's little friend to flinch.

"On and off since your neck injury," he said lowering his head.

"You jackass," Amy yelled before turning and leaving the room.

"Wait, where are you going?" Matt asked as he followed her with a bed sheet draped around his waist.

"Away from you, you…lying son of a bitch," she spat.

"But, no, Amy…I'm sorry, but…I…"he stammered as he grabbed her arm which Amy quickly pulled away.

"Don't even think of saying you love me right now because if you did you wouldn't have done…that!" Amy glared at Matt one last time before leaving the house and going to her car. She sped out of the driveway and once she was safely out of their neighborhood she picked up her cell phone.

Amy's plane finally arrived in Stanford five hours later then she had originally planned. Dragging the bags tiredly, Amy made her way to her car and slowly left eh long-term parking lot. An hour later, she finally pulled into her driveway and parked in her usual spot. She grabbed her carry-on and went to the house deciding to leave the next of her luggage in the car for Matt to get.

She opened the front door and was greeted by the scent of garlic. Making her way to the kitchen she saw Matt standing over the stove cooking.

"Hey baby," he greeted as he came over to kiss her, "I've missed you."