A/N:

The short conclusion to this crazy little mini-fic…

***Again this is just a little tangent. It's separate from the Misadventures Series.

Disclaimer: I do not own Faking It or any of the characters.

"You're not okay, are you?"

Lauren and Amy sit outside of a tiny bistro. They've finished lunch and the only things on the metal table between them are empty glasses.

"The kid's dead," Lauren grounds out. "My marriage is falling apart, I'm probably going to be put on leave a.k.a fired, and the only person I really have to talk to is you. Since you're a psychiatrist I now look forward to at least fifty percent of what I say being psycho-analyzed. But, hey at least I'm used to that already."

"Laur-." Amy tries but is swiftly cut off.

"Also, I expected different from you."

Amy's brows knit in confusion, she can't believe what she's just heard. "You expected more from me?"

"You of all people shouldn't be asking that question. You know that I'm not okay."

"Lauren, I didn't mean to upset you." Amy says quietly. "I was just worried about you."

Lauren sighs. "I know. Look, I'm not okay right now. I won't be for a very long time. But, one day I will be. One day, Nick and I will be happy. Not the same as we were before but okay. It won't happen overnight."

"I know it won't but I was glad to see you today." Amy laughs. "It made my week."

"I knew it would. That's why I came, for you and for me. I'm trying, so try with me."

Amy smiles. "I will."

It's a small step but things may just be loo-

"Amy, Lauren!"

Amy and Lauren stare in horror as they watch Shane approach their table. When Shane reaches them, he smiles hugely.

"I saw you two from across the way and I thought I'd come see how everything was." Shane turns to Lauren with what she assumes is supposed to be a comforting smile and says, "Are you okay, Lauren."

"Shut up, Shane!"

"Get the fuck out of here!"

Amy and Lauren look at each other, both grinning gleefully. The stand and both place a hand on one of Shane's shoulders, much to the man's surprise. Lauren leans in close to him and says, "Checks all yours buddy." Before both women walk off.

"So you're not fine?"

"Oh for the love of Christ, Amy!"

Amy shrugs, grinning. "Just asking."

Lauren smacks her arm playfully. "Close your mouth, you're a better sister when it's closed."

"Hey, wait up for me!" They hear Shane shout.

Amy's face takes on a horrified expression. "He's followings us?!" She asks in disbelief

Lauren smirks. "Eh, that's no problem…race to the car?"

And the two were off, Shane running close behind, screaming their names.

The End.