A man in his late fourties simled as he saw the woman he was looking for. She was exactly where he thought she'd be."Maddie?" He called while carefully making his way to her.

It startled her and she nearly jumped out of her skin. She turned her head to see who was bothering her.

"What do you want?" The woman demanded a hint of irritation in her voice.

Vlad cringed at her glare but immediately regrouped himself. "My dearest Maddie I've had something I've been wanting to tell you for over twenty years."

Madeline Fenton stood upright and looked into the dark blue eyes with a cold feeling. This man was an acquaintance to her, she wasn't even sure why her husband insisted on being best friends with him. She wasn't even sure if the man knew when things were appropriate or not.

"What? What do you want to tell me?" She asked folding her arms across her chest.

Vlad coughed lightly for a moment then stared at her. "Well I... I can't even keep this to myself anymore...it's been so hard after all these years."

Maddie began to tap her foot impatiently. "Well..."

Vlad rubbed his arm nervously. "Well what?"

"What are you getting at? If it's nothing stop wasting my time. You know very well here isn't the time or place to be fooling around." She scolded.

"Of course I know." Vlad replied looking around at his settings. "Maddie it's been eating at me for years. And I just wanted to say..."

Maddie leaned in closer to hear his softening voice. She was becoming more and more impatient as the seconds passed. And he didn't finish it yet while she waited.

"Vlad enough of this!" She shouted. "Today is a really bad day and all I want to do is see my son and then go home. So get on with it or get away."

"Fine. Ok here it goes... I love you Maddie and I loved you since college. And I still do and I don't think I'll ever stop."

Maddie stared at him dumbfounded her mouth agape. He recoiled at her stare but tried to keep the simle on his face.

She recollected herself and swallowed hard. She'd figured that much or that he was a creepy obsessive man. Now she wasn't sure, was he all this time simply trying to get his point across through the years in the hopes that she'd see it?

"Vlad you know I'm..."

She didn't finish a deep sound of someone clearing their throat sounded and caused them both to look. Jack was glaring darkly at the man and had long since dropped the flowers he brought. He had just wanted to visit his son's grave and that was all.

Ahh don't hit me. I suck so bad at this, sorry GothAngel but this was the best I could come up with and I wanted to try and leave it open ended. and I'm sure you can all imagine what Jack might've done with your own little minds and what happened to Danny...hell I don't even know I thought it'd be more fun at a grave yard anyway.