When Delphine arrived at work on Monday, she saw the familiar sight of Cosima and Scott, laughing as she came into the lab.

"Morning, Delphine," Scott called out.

"Good morning, Scott," Delphine responded, "Cosima."

Cosima smiled and came over. "Hey, how are you doing today?"

"Better," Delphine grinned, and she actually meant it, a little bit.

Cosima put her hand on Delphine's shoulder. "Glad to hear it."

Delphine felt her breathing hitch slightly at Cosima's touch. These feelings are real, she thought. She couldn't believe it and she didn't know what to do about it.

She pushed the thoughts from her mind and tried to focus. They had a lot of work to get done this week. When the three of them put their minds together, it was something special. Delphine slowly got into the routine as they bounced ideas off of each other, their minds all working in sync. It was a good feeling.

The week went by quickly. Delphine hadn't spent any time outside of work with Cosima because Cosima had been very busy, and Delphine wasn't sure what she would say to her if they did hang out.

It was finally Friday and Delphine collapsed onto the couch when she got home. She was exhausted. She laid back, falling asleep before she could even think about getting up to make dinner.

Jen laid in her hospital bed. She was awake and she smiled as she saw Delphine approach. She was very tired, and on a lot of medication.

"Hi, honey," Delphine soothed, "I'm here."

Jen had a panicked look in her eye.

"What is it?" Delphine asked, concerned.

"Delphine," she whispered, "I need you to promise me something."

"Anything, my love," Delphine responded.

"When I'm gone, you have to move on. You have to. I want you to be happy. Promise me...promise me," Jen begged.

Delphine was taken aback. "Jen, please, stop, don't talk like that."

Jen looked frantic. "Delphine, you have to. Promise."

"Ok, I—"

Delphine didn't get a chance to finish. Jen began to shake and as Delphine screamed, the nurse ran in and pulled her back.

Delphine woke up in a cold sweat. Was that a dream? Was it a memory? She wracked her brain trying to remember if it actually happened or not. She had tried so hard to suppress any memories that weren't good.

Maybe her mind was creating these memories just to keep torturing her because she had started to feel something for someone else. She knew that was ridiculous, but she couldn't help thinking it. If it had been real though, had Jen really said that to her? Did it even matter? Cosima had been right, Jen would've wanted her to be happy.

She felt the tears start to flow. She wanted Cosima to comfort her. She knew she couldn't do that to her. She needed to figure out what she was feeling before she led her on and hurt her. Cosima was too kind.

That was the problem. Cosima was too kind. Too nice. Too beautiful. Too amazing to let her pass by.

She just needed some time to sort things out. She now knew she was feeling something, but allowing herself to feel something was different.

For the next couple of weeks, she went to work and came home right after. Cosima did not stop by. Delphine figured she was giving her some space.

It was Friday again, a few weeks after they had had dinner at Delphine's apartment. As she was heading out the door, she felt a hand grab her arm.

"Hey," Cosima said, "Are you avoiding me?" She looked at Delphine, seeking a sincere answer.

"No, of course not, Cosima," Delphine assured.

"Hmm, not sure if I believe you there," Cosima replied, "We just haven't hung out in a while. I miss it."

Delphine felt a warmth come to her face. "I know. Let's do something soon, ok?" She was trying to stay as neutral as possible, as difficult as it was.

Cosima looked at her with skepticism but she just shrugged and said, "Ok."

Delphine headed home for another quiet night at her apartment. As she made dinner, she thought about how she felt when she was around Cosima, how her entire body would feel warm, how her face would flush, and she would feel an electric shock jump from her stomach when Cosima smiled at her. These were not feelings she could control. And she was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, she didn't want to control them. She wanted to feel again. And this felt good.

As she sat down, her phone rang. She saw it was from her father, and she smiled, answering the call.

"Allo, Papa?"

"Bonjour, Delphine!" he greeted. "How are you doing?"

"I am fine, Papa. The new job is good. I've settled in just fine here," she responded.

"Oh, I am so happy to hear that! You sound happy, my darling. Have you made any new friends?" he asked.

"The people I work with are great. I've been hanging out with one of my coworkers. She's been very kind to me and we have a good time together," Delphine paused. "But that was a few weeks ago. I haven't really seen her since, except at work."

"Well, why not? Go hang out with her if you're having fun with her," he suggested.

"Oh, Papa, it's more complicated than that," Delphine pointed out.

"Delphine, do you like this woman?"

"Well, sure, I like her. She's great."

"That's not what I mean. Do you like her?" he inquired.

"What? Why would you say that?" she asked, incredulously.

"Delphine, you act like I don't know my baby girl. From the moment you answered the phone, I knew something was up. Your voice has this lilt to it that I haven't heard since...well, since before everything happened. So, what's the problem?"

"I...I can't do that...to Jen," she admitted.

"Listen, I can say this because I'm your father and I've been with you through all of this. Jen is gone and you know that. She's been gone a long time, even before she actually went. Now, she would want you to be happy, and you deserve it. So stop feeling badly and go live your life," he advised.

Delphine felt her eyes well up with tears. "But I don't want to forget her," she choked.

"You won't. Look at me. I found Marie. But I still think about your mother every day and I remember every great time we had together. And that was almost 20 years ago. I love Marie but I will never stop loving your mother," he admitted.

Delphine sighed, biting her lip as her tears ran over. "Thank you, Papa."

"You deserve all the happiness in the world, Delphine. Je t'aime."

"Je t'aime aussi."

She hung up the phone, wiping away her tears. Maybe her father was right. He usually was.

She missed Cosima. She didn't realize how much until that moment.

She decided to call her. As she dialed, her hands shook. She was so nervous.

"Hello? Delphine? Everything ok?" she heard the brunette say.

"Yes, Cosima. My gosh, I can't just call you without you thinking something is wrong?" she asked.

"Well, this is kind of out of the blue. You haven't exactly talked to me in a while outside of work. Of course I think something's wrong."

"Sorry…" Delphine apologizes. "I was actually just calling to see if you wanted to come over tomorrow."

"Oh," Cosima paused, "Um, I don't know, Delphine."

Delphine was confused. "What? Why not?"

"I...I don't really want to explain over the phone," she stated.

"Well, then what am I supposed to do? I can't talk to you on the phone and I can't see you in person?"

Cosima laughed. "Oh, yeah, sorry, right, we should talk. Ok, how about I come over tomorrow around lunchtime?" she asked.

"Ok, that sounds good," Delphine agreed. "See you then."

She hung up the phone and sighed. Why did Cosima sound like she didn't want to hang out with her? Had she misread the signals? Had she let herself feel something that wasn't even there? She was even more confused than ever. And she would have to wait until tomorrow.