Summay: C/S Sara gets fired and dosent know how to handle it, when she shows up on catherine's doorstep, will she turn her away? Can Cath get Sara her job back? or is Sara lost in the bottom of a bottle forever? Read on...!

Boo! This is…all really new for me, and be warned that I have no clue where this is going. This is just a little drabble I wrote one day, and felt the urge to build on it. The first is a chapter/Prolgue...once you read it will make sence.

This is strongly suggested C/S, as well as flashbacks of GSR, once again, I don't know where this is going, so I have no clue if there will be any real slashy moments.

Disclaimer…I won them in a poker game! Whoot! Okay….so I WILL win then in a poker game, I just haven't yet.

Catherine POV

Our relationship isn't purely about sex, god no; it is more of an understanding between two people that goes further then the physical planes, not to mention the sexual benefits

I only accepted it myself really, because she came to me with the need to be understood. I knew that need only to well, so I took her in and held her. I held her in till her cries subsided and her breathing steadied. It was only then that I realized how much I enjoyed holding her.

I was shocked when she showed up on my doorstep, since I had definitely been the most unwelcoming out of all of us. There she was however; trying to control the translucent tears that where threatening to fall.

After it all she wouldn't make eye contact with me for weeks. Don't get me started on when and when not to make eye contact, it still confuses me. I yearned for at least a quick peek into her eyes. I wanted to know what was behind those closed doors. I wanted to see through the secret window of her eyes that had been closed to the rest of the world.

I thought she would never speak a full sentence to me again and I felt incredibly confused. Why wouldn't she speak to me? It's not like something happened, we just sat there, we sat there and she cried on my shoulder like Lindsey did after she was teased at school. Nobody had teased Sara had they?

It wasn't in till two weeks later that I really spoke to her, and even then we didn't speak. This time my doorstep was filled with angry eyes. She came in with a violent manner, nearly taking the door off the hinges. I thought she was going to hurt me; she had smashed a bottle and was carrying it towards me. I couldn't bring myself to stop her but at the last minute the bottle came crashing down onto her own arm. She had hurt herself; she had hurt herself so that she would not hurt me.

I stared into her eyes and suddenly I didn't see the anger, nor the sadness, no, all I saw was a desperate need. It was the same need that I had felt on far too many occasions. It wasn't the need for sex, or for chocolate or for entertainment; it was the need for understanding. This is what we gave each other that night, and for many nights following.

I know, this is random and weird...but well..i like it, so there! plase R&R! but go gentle on the flames, i am a sensitive soul!

-Dev