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Close to thirty minutes later, Lindsay found herself standing on the doorstep of the Flack residence. Lindsay had only been here twice, but she had to admit that the Flack's and their house had always impressed her. To the normal passerby it looked like any other brownstone in NY, but Lindsay wasn't just any New Yorker, the house was impressive, both inside and out.

Lindsay rang the bell and waited. She bounced up and down slightly on the balls of her feet and alternated between staring at the door to staring down at the ground. Lindsay was about to turn around and leave when the door opened. The housekeeper showed her inside just as Flack's mother appeared.

"Lindsay? It's nice to see you dear." Mrs. Flack said warmly.

"Thanks. It's, uh, nice to see you too…" Lindsay replied. Lindsay was a little unsure about how much Flack's mother knew about the state of their relationship.

"You must be here to see Don. He's right through there." Flack's mother said as she motioned through a door into another room.

Lindsay smiled as a reply of her thanks and turned the corner to walk into the large sitting room where Flack was supposed to be. When Lindsay got to the doorway, she stopped abruptly. There was a tall, blond girl sitting next to Flack with her hand resting gently on his shoulder. Lindsay paused for a moment, deciding what to make of the scene in front of her. When Lindsay sneezed involuntarily, the decision was made for her.

"Oh." The blond said to Flack, seeing Lindsay standing in the doorway. "You have company. I should be going. I'll see you tomorrow." The girl smiled at Flack and he nodded in reply. As she passed Lindsay in the doorway, the blond smiled at her too.

"You just going to stand in the doorway all night?" Flack asked.

"Oh. I guess not." Lindsay said. All of a sudden, all the energy that she had had seemed to escape her body. Lindsay felt shy and confused. Had she done the right thing coming over here? Who had that girl been? "I, uh, got your call."

At first Flack narrowed his eyes and looked at Lindsay like she was crazy, but slowly he remembered the call she was referring to.

"Yeah, about that… I was just… It was a mistake. Just forget it." Flack said. Lindsay could have sworn that he sounded downright sad when he told her to forget about it.

"Okay." Lindsay said. She wasn't too sure where to take this visit. "Look, I didn't mean to interrupt. You know, with you and your… friend. I should have called first."

Flack chuckled. A genuine smile crossed his face.

"You're jealous!" He accused, trying his best not to outright laugh at Lindsay.

"What?" Lindsay said, walking over to Flack with a looked on her face that demanded an explanation.

"The blond that you're jealous of… that's Kate. She's my physical therapist." Flack explained between chuckles. He looked up to see that Lindsay didn't really find it as amusing as he did.

"When I got your message, I thought that you needed me. That you were in trouble." Lindsay said, changing the subject.

"I'll always need you." Flack said quietly, looking away. Flack could sense something change in Lindsay. Suddenly she melted just a little and they were both the Lindsay and Flack that everyone had known before the bombing. But as quickly as he noticed the change in Lindsay, he saw another change come over her.

"You have some way of showing it." Lindsay snapped at Flack.

"Linds…"

"No, Don. You say you love me and that you need me, but you push me away and tell me that you don't want to see me again. I know I screwed up with Danny, but you don't get to say all those things and push me away at the same time." Lindsay stopped and looked at Flack. The use of his first name had gotten his attention and he looked as if he didn't know whether to feel ashamed of the way he had been treating Lindsay or hurt by her words.

Flack shifted in his chair with a bit of difficulty, trying to maneuver himself closer to Lindsay.

"I thought you were talking about me. You know, in the hospital. I heard you say those things, and even if you weren't talking about me… it was true. You were with me all the time. I was keeping you from your life. You were better off without me. What else was I supposed to do?" Flack said. He didn't have the courage to look Lindsay in the eyes. He sighed as he finished asking his question and stared at a point on the carpet in front of him.

"Seriously, Don. What were you supposed to do?" Lindsay shook her head, her hands emphasizing her emotions by whirling wildly. "I don't know, maybe you should have said something. You should have told me about how you felt instead of running and hiding. We had a life together…a future. God, I thought you knew me, Don." Lindsay started walking away. She didn't get very far before she turned on her heel to face Don again. "I thought I knew you. How could you do this to me? How can you push anyone away? What's happened to the man I fell in love with? That man wouldn't destroy someone and rob them of their dreams, and that's what you've done. The only thing I've ever wanted is to be loved, feel safe and be with you… but you've ruined that for me. I can't fight for something that you don't want too."

Again, Lindsay turned and was ready to storm off. As if by magic, she could feel the weight of her keys in her pocket. Slowly, Lindsay reached into her pocket and pulled the key to Flack's apartment off of her key ring. Without turning around to face Flack, she gently laid the key on the table next to her and walked away.

Slowly Flack shook off his shock and focused his eyes on the table where Lindsay's hand had just been. He knew she meant business as soon as she had started using his first name. As he shifted a bit, a beam of light hit the shiny metal and Flack's eyes caught the glint. He sank back down into the chair, physically and emotionally defeated, and let his head fall into his hands as he realized the enormity of Lindsay's words.

Flack had never meant to hurt her. He had only meant to give Lindsay a chance to live her own life instead of being tied up in his. But now Flack realized that Lindsay's life was part of his, and his life was part of hers.