So, this is chapter four…

As of now their daughter's name is Kathryn, I don't remember what it was so…I'm a bad author.

What is in italics is the other characters thoughts and actions. Chapter One was Alex in italics, two Bobby in italics , three Alex in italics and now Bobby in italics

Alex married Arthur Dent; no relation to Ford Prefect 

Bobby shot himself in the head.

Bobby ended up…In a coma; hope you read the last chapter

I can't handle angst because I cry and it hurts my soul when they end up separated.

No literature references in this one; I think.

I really like these arrows.

Title: Forever and Always

Rating: T; suicide

Disclaimer: I am not the owner of them. Dent is Douglas Adam's, but I just like the name.

Summary: Alex discovers hope.

AU: NO (for once)

Other: I forgot what else goes here, but fill in the blanks.

Archive: Yes, all of them if you want.

He was always quiet. The lips that had always spilled out random bits and pieces of useless knowledge had stilled. She missed those useless pieces of knowledge, but there was no hope in bringing him back. She wanted him back. So, she hoped for lack of better things to do. Anything else lost her attention and passion. Work, her nephew and what family she had. What family she had wanted with Bobby was gone forever.

"Robert Goren, get your fat ass off me." He smiled and rolled off of Alex onto the couch. "Better." Her fingers hooked through his shirt, and she hoisted herself on top of him.

"Al-ex…" He stared wordlessly up at her with hopeful eyes.

Her eyes darted up at the clock and then back down to his face. She still had half of an hour. Curling both knees up to her chest, she nuzzled against his chest to get as close to him as she could. His scent-still evident despite his parting-lingered around her, and she breathed in deeply. How many times had she imagined waking up to his scent? Too many. She missed him too much. She pulled one of his arms around her waist and sighed.

Alex sighed and buried her head into his chest. "What could you possibly want now, Bobby?" He tugged softly at the ends of her hair, and slide one hand up underneath her shirt to play with her skin.

"Katty is asleep." He smiled evilly.

Alex reached up and gently stroked his hair and cheek. Bobby, her Bobby. So alone where ever he was. She didn't want to believe that because loneliness was his only enemy really; besides himself. One finger tugged at his curls. She smiled into his chest and let out a small sob. He had always hated being alone. She could see it in his eyes whenever people talked about holidays with families, and had wished she could have had him in hers. But he had never hinted; never had he mentioned any feeling for her other than their platonic friendship. Then again, this was the man that had only ever bared his heart to one woman. What should Alex have expected? That time had been necessary, even if it had been to the woman that had murdered over a dozen people.

Alex's fingers slid down his arms to thread their way through his fingers. She smiled back at him. "What could you possibly be insinuating? Not sex." She laughed softly and buried her head into the curve of his neck.

Bobby smiled up at her and squeezed her hands. "Never." He kissed her cheek and let go of her hands. "Why would I do that?"

"Because I'm beautiful." Bobby smiled. "Damn right you're beautiful, Alex."

Alex smiled into his chest and breathed in his scent. Bobby; her Bobby had to be lonely in his head. No matter how many thoughts he ever had he had to be lonely. She needed to be there with him. She glanced up at his face.

"You must be lonely in there, Bobby." She stroked his cheek and sighed.

Bobby tangled his fingers in Alex's hair. "Love you, 'Lex. So much." She laughed.

"I love you too, Bobby." He smiled.

Bobby smiled. Alex watched the corners of his lips twitch up, and his eye lids flicker. She had hope.