Chapter Two: Hundred

Months Before

"How could you?"

A simple question, yet one that Robin could not answer. She looked up at his tearful, thunderous eyes and could feel the pain that he felt. Her heart throbbed so much that it felt like it would tear in two, fall into pieces that she'd never be able to pick up. She couldn't stand this, and yet she couldn't answer his question.

"You can't answer me Robin?" he yelled to the woman he loved more than anything, "you can't tell me why you did this? I can damn well say it wasn't because you loved me."

"But I do," she whispered, without even realizing that the words had passed through her lips.

"No you don't Robin," he said bitterly as he paced the span of the room, wondering why it hurt so much, "and you never did. When you love someone you don't do this to them."

"I love you, you have to understand that," she said as the tears forming in her eyes began to match his. She tried to touch his arm yet he pulled away. Neither of them thought it could ever come to this point.

"Stop lying to me. We both know that you don't. What hurts the most is that even after what you've done, you try to rationalize it and pretend that its not your fault. Guess what, your secrets out. There's no reason for you to keep up the facade that you ever gave a damn about me."

"Don't tell me how I feel Patrick." she began to yell back at him, her voice as loud as his, "And what gave you the right to be judgmental? Haven't you ever made a mistake? When you first came to town, you weren't perfect but that didn't stop me from loving you. Can't you do the same for me?"

"Don't turn this on me! I knew you weren't perfect when I met you and the truth is I never wanted you to be. But I never thought you could do something like this either. You made me trust you. You made me love you so much it felt like my heart might explode," he said accusingly, "I was never supposed to feel this way for any woman, and I sure as hell wasn't meant to love or commit. But you changed my mind in a way that I knew that I wanted to spend my life with you. That I wanted to love YOU for the rest of my life. Was I wrong?"

"Patrick," she said and looked at him in such a pained way that he was forced to turn away. She wanted, no needed so badly to tell him how she felt right not, what was going on her head. If there was anyone she could confide in, she knew it was him. Yet she couldn't, and she knew it was better if he never learned the truth... At least she knew she should feel that way.

Maybe this is what she deserved for believing that love could last in the life she led. How could I be so stupid, she thought.

"I can't take this Robin," he said without looking her in the eye, "I can't look at you and remember what you've done," he musters, wiping tears from his eyes.

"If you want to leave, there's the door," she said, not believing a word she was saying but forcing herself to remain detached from the situation. Despite the pain she felt right now, she had to stick the plan.

"I think...I think that's a good idea," He said as he began to walk through the door of the loft they shared.

"So much for loving me forever," Robin said softly in a cynical, yet unintentional manner, "when the going gets rough, and we're supposed to stick together, you leave. Has everything we've been to each other meant so little that you could leave without so much of a thought? Then go Patrick, just go," she said holding back tears as she threw a vase toward the wall and it crashed, breaking into pieces, much like she felt her heart was.

He paused, and slowly turned his back to the door, he faced her. He couldn't leave like this, not until he heard the truth. As she sank to the couch he sat beside her, grasping her hands as if he was holding on to dear life. In Patrick's heart, he was.

He glanced at the ring on her finger and was reminded of the infinite reason why he couldn't just let her go. She was the person who he would always turn to, the woman he wanted more than anything to spend his life with. Even when it felt like she was the root of his anguish he couldn't help but turn to her to help him fix this. This shouldn't be happening, he thought.

"Just tell me it's all a mistake and it never happened. Tell me that I overreacted. Lie to me if you have to because I can't stand to believe that you could do this." She embraced him, without thinking, and he returned it, still confused and waiting for her answer.

She's going to tell me it was a big mistake in just a minute, he mused. She'll show me how wrong I am. God I hope I'm wrong. For once, I need to be.

"I can't," she whispered, nearly inaudible. Why do I have to do this she thought?

"What did you say?" he said, not wanting to believe that she was telling the truth.

"I'm telling you that its true," she cried out, and his body stiffened, cold to her embrace as he pulled apart form her arms and essentially, their life. He stares at her coldly, seemingly devoid of any feeling but hate.

"As hard as it is to admit, I cheated on you with Leo. And I care about him, more than I ever thought I did about you. I'm sorry, but thats the truth."

He stared at her just once more and with that he stood up and left, almost detached.

"How can you leave?" She couldn't help but ask even though she had given him every reason to do so. Even though she knew that it wasn't fair for her to do this to him.

"How can you ask me not to?" he questioned as he went through the door, slamming it on the way out. As soon as he left, whatever remnant he had of a mask of strength fell apart as his face crumbled and he slid down the wood of the door, his head in his hand.

He couldn't have known that Robin was inches away, the inconsolable burden of her lie sinking her to the door also. For once, neither knew or could understand what raced through the others mind.

For Patrick, he couldn't ignore the gaping hole inside of him that grew with every moment of knowing that he had lost her. He wanted so badly to walk right back in that room and show her that he loved her and couldn't leave her, even after all that had happened, because that was the truth. Yet something, whether it was pride or anger, stopped him from crossing the barrier between them.

In the apartment. Robin realized that she screwed up. She knew that she should be glad it ended this way, because it was for the best, wasn't it? As much as she hated to admit it or even realize it, he deserved better than what she could give him. With the multitude of lies adding up to her facade of a life, maybe it was better that he left now, before she hurt him even more.

I didn't cheat, she thought, yet still she pushed that dangerous thought away, right along with her longing for him. Still, no matter how hard she tried, she loved him and she didn't want to have to do this. She didn't want to be the reason why they pushed each other away.

With these thoughts, they leaned into the door and painfully put there hands up to it without knowing that a few inches of wood was the only thing that kept there hands from touching.

So physically close to each other they couldn't have felt more alone or farther apart. A sea of confusion pushing them somewhere between unsure and hundred. Holding on to the hope that they could somehow get past this.

A/N: So what do you think? Chapter three will show the aftermath of Robin and Patrick's fall out and the reason for Robin's lies. And one more thing, I want to show Robin's friends and family in this story. Who are some of the people you'd like to see as her best friends, closest family? Thanks to everyone who is reading and reviewing. : )

Plant Geek: Thanks. I'll definitely continue. And I love Scrubs too. They're definitely my favorite couple.

Nikki: There will definitely be more than a few things that will lead Robin to attempting suicide. But one thing above the rest will be the last straw...Thanks for the info, I didn't know one of her Godfathers taught her to be such a crack shot.