Disclaimer: I don't own SVU. If I did Fault would have had a much sweeter E/O flavored ending...

AN: Nope, ya'll are seeing things. There really isn't an update here... seriously.

Fine then, don't believe me and read on...

Central Park, Manhattan, NY
March 3, 2006
3:33 PM

I slow down next to the bench, shielding my eyes against the glare of the golden sun, trying to get my rapid breathing under control. I've never been one to do what others tell me, so I've completely ignored the doctor's orders to take things easy. Not being active was slowly killing me. I have to run; it's just a part of who I am.

Running is a stress reliever. And it helps clear my mind of all the thoughts that have been going through my mind lately. Specifically since I found the IDs at Luke's. I can't shake the feeling that there's more behind his story. More behind the reason why he had them. Let's face it; he had the perfect motive and opportunity for both Chris's murder and my attack.

He's always been jealous of my relationship with Chris. I know he's always had a huge crush on me. And I've made it clear to him time and time again that I see him as nothing more than a friend, or an annoying older brother. But he's a hard headed pig who can't seem to understand a word that comes out of my mouth.

He'd tried asking me out numerous times when we were younger. He thought just because we'd known each other pretty much all our lives that we would make a good couple. It's the high society curse. It's not as simple as boy meets girl, boy marries girl, and boy and girl live happily ever after in high society.

No, the parents decide who is good enough for their kid. And by good enough I'm talking about how much money their family has in the bank. And how well bred they are. Do they speak with perfect grammar, do they know which fork to use at the dinner table, and do they spend insane amounts of money for a simple get together with friends?

These are the things with which high society measures a person. It's not about how hard a person works, or how sweet, kind and honest they may be. They're shunned if they've used their hand for anything more strenuous then holding on to their daddy's coattails.

So when Chris stepped into the picture, with his calloused hands and slang words, no one would have looked at us and said, 'Oh, now they'd be a perfect couple." I was too independent, he was too poor. We weren't society's idea of a cute, prosperous couple.

Sure, it was perfectly acceptable to be acquaintances, hell, to even be best friends with him. But not to date him, to think or, heaven forbid, talk about a future with him. Luke was never accepting of the fact that Chris and I were dating. And he raised hell, in his society bred way, when we moved in together.

And he tried to talk me out of marrying Chris several times. He eventually gave up when I would keep brushing him off. But the last time he tried was two days before I found Chris bleeding on my living room floor. Two days before I lost the man I loved.

I didn't even think about it before. But now, in light of this new 'evidence', it's starting to seem like too big of a coincident. And that is just nerve-wracking. The more I think about it the bigger the knot in my stomach gets. Hence why I'm running against doctor's orders.

I'm doing the same thing I always do when things start getting hard… I run. I run fast, hard, and far away from the problem at hand. The farther I get from the source of that problem, the easier it is to pretend it doesn't exist all together.

It's what I did when I got into a fight with Chris years ago; that run had resulted in the thing that had nearly tore us apart, and then ultimately fixed us and made us stronger. I did the same thing when my parents kicked me out. I tried to do the same thing after Chris died. And now I'm running again…

Though in the harsh glare of the golden sun, I can't help but worry about what I'm leaving behind this time…

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