I really am having some Towen withdrawals. It's a problem. This song is one of my favorites ever. And this fic is short and i hope sweet. Guys I really miss Teddy. :( The more I miss her, the more I write. So I hope you guys aren't tired of me yet.

Sign - VHS Collection

Teddy doesn't know what she believes in anymore. Does she believe in love? Does she believe in god? Does she believe in soulmates? Does she believe in forever? That's dumb. forever is dumb. There is no forever.

"I know what you're thinking right now" She says out loud as she walks on the grass towards him. "I know you're thinking 'what the fuck did you do now, Altman'" She laughs, although she feels silly talking out loud.

She sits on the grass and brushes off some fallen leaves on Henry's tombstone.

"I know it's been awhile. I also know this is stupid because you're not in there and you can hear me wherever I am—maybe, but also maybe not because you're dead—but I think it's nice that I visit you here every now and then. Okay yeah, true, I'm usually only here when I've done something stupid."

Teddy sighs and stares at Henry's tombstone. "I cheated on Owen. I cheated on Owen and he found out and now we're not speaking and we live in the same house and it's cold and uncomfortable and unbearable and he's been avoiding me. He won't listen to my apologies. He just…he's just there and I'm just there. and it sucks. It really, really sucks."

She starts playing with the grass, a nervous tick maybe.

"And the kids, I know they're too young but I'm sure they can sense it." She chuckles "I know I only come here to vent, but… I feel like you're listening. I don't know who else to talk to. It makes me feel better. I should come more often."

She hugs her legs closer and adjusts her sunglasses because she feels the tears pooling in her eyes.

"I miss you, like a lot. I probably wouldn't be in so much trouble if I didn't lose you. But I also probably wouldn't have Allison so I guess that's fine… or maybe we'd have our own kids. That's… Well, that's neither here nor there. The last time I was here I was pregnant and hiding. I'm sure if the afterlife really exists, you know everything that's happened in between. You don't need a recap."

She pulls the grass, she doesn't know why, but she feels bad about the grass so she pats it back down as if it will fix it.

"You know some days I really wish I were dead—especially before my daughter was born. I just feel like no one will really even miss me. Owen might for a like a week or so but I'm sure he'll move on. My parents are dead, my best friend is dead, you're dead. Sometimes I don't see the point. Okay yeah now there is a point to live. I love my daughter. A lot. So much. I always want what's best for her that's why I'm still here, I mean, in Seattle.. not like.. on Earth. I didn't mean I'd kill myself I'm not suicidal I promise I—."

She wipes the lone tear and sighs.

"—I don't know why I'm defending what I'm saying, it's not like anyone's arguing with me because I'm sitting here alone talking to myself and to a tombstone"

She feels the gentle breeze, she hears the birds. It feels good to feel. It feels good to be alive. She didn't really mean what she said.

"You know, for a very long time I really believed that Owen and I are soulmates. I don't know if I still believe that. I think maybe we're just meant to be just friends, but I think I fucked that up too. I love him. I do. But there are so many factors, so many…things… attached to that and I'm always afraid that he has a different 'great love'. That it's not me. That I'm just the woman 'for now' until… there's someone else. You know… to me it's always been him—No offense. Always. For years. Then finally he says he loves me. That he's in love with me. He tells me and I believed him, especially at first. I didn't doubt that, because who doesn't want to hear that? But I'm still terrified. But what if they're just words. Words he's saying because he thinks he has to. Or words he's just saying because there's no one else. Amelia's moved on….and he doesn't want to be alone.. and I'm here. I don't want to be a fallback."

She sighs heavily and she picks on the grass again.

"I am so tired. I want to disappear. Is that horrible? Yeah, yeah I know. It's horrible. Do you think he's really done with me? Probably huh? I shouldn't have flown to Seattle. I could've just raised this baby alone. Did I really give up everything to be with Owen? Okay, yeah I gave up everything for my daughter. I know. I know. She deserves both parents. Yeah. Of course. But sometimes I want to be selfish. I just want to disappear. What do I do, Henry? What's gonna happen now? You know, I don't believe in signs, but maybe if you could give me a sign? I'd really appreciate that. I don't know. Any kind of sign that it'll be okay. That I'll be okay." She is suddenly shy asking for a sign she probably doesn't believe in.

She wipes the tears and ruffles her hair. She feels dumb, talking and asking questions as if her dead husband would answer. She just feels so alone. So lonely. At least back then she always knew that Owen will be there for her, even when there were millions of miles between them, Owen would just be a phone call away. Now he doesn't even look at her. She wonders if anyone can die of loneliness.

"Oh honey. I'm glad you're somewhere peaceful. I just … miss you. So much."

She gets up and cleans the grass and dirt off her jeans. She turns around to walk back to her car and she sees Owen's truck parked behind her car. He's leaning against the hood watching her from afar. She stuffs her hands in her back pockets and walks towards him.

"What are you doing here?" She asks as she gets near him. Tucking her hair behind her ear, looking down shyly.

"Honestly, you were acting weird this morning and I was worried you were gonna runaway with Koracick so I stalked you"

"You were behind me the entire time? How did I not notice?"

He shrugs. "I don't know. I kept my distance, watched from afar. I thought, okay, this is a weird meeting place if they're going to runaway, but then I realize..."

She can't help but smile. "Nah, just visiting old… friends."

"Are you okay?" He asks, sincerely.

She feels bad that she's even doubting him, his love for her—if there's any left. But she just can't help it. But it feels good to know he still cares. She just nods.

"I'm not going to runaway, and if I were it's definitely not with Tom. Just I hope you know that. And I hope you believe me when I say that"

He just nods. "We … do you wanna get coffee? Lunch? Something?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, really."

"Okay."

"Okay."

She'll take this as sign. She looks up at the sky with a little smile to thank him. She hopes this is a good thing. She hopes this is a start of something good, start of them finally healing.