Heather waited a few minutes watching Gracie to make sure she was alright and when she began playing with another little girl Heather walked out into the hot dessert sun.

Burt was leaning against the side of the building when she came out his aviator sunglasses securely in place. She smiled and shook her head he hadn't changed even the slightest and that only made it harder to put the distance she felt needed between them.

"Is she alright?" He came towards her and she smiled a little she always knew he would be an amazing father.

"She's fine playing with a little brown haired girl she doesn't even notice we left" He looked a little hurt when she said that but nodded.

"I thought maybe we could get something to eat and...catch up" He motioned vaguely at a diner across the road beside the hotel.

"That'd be nice" She smiled and he hesitated a second before turning and walking away leaving her to follow.

They had just slid across from each other in a small booth when an older waitress came over smiling warmly at them.

"Hello, I'm Mary and I'll be your waitress may I get you a drink?" Burt only glanced at her.

"Coffee...Black" Heather smiled and ordered a Pepsi and Mary was off.

"Is something wrong?" Heather asked when Mary left and Burt shrugged.

"Did you see all the security cameras in here? It's a diner not the Smithsonian" Heather smiled and shook her head before turning to the menu.

When Mary came back she smiled at Burt.

"First date?" She asked and he looked shocked before shaking his head.

"Really? ...oh wait let me guess Newlyweds?" She sounded excited until Burt answered.

"What a ludicrous suggestion do you really believe that grown adults our age would be on a honeymoon and would pick this dump?" Mary flustered and set down their drinks before bustling off.

"Burt...that was incredibly rude"

"Me? She was assuming things about us that weren't any of her business"

"If being married to me is that repulsive to you I think I'll just go back to the room" She slid out of the booth and started for the door.

"Heather...wait" He tried to catch her arm and she struggled loose and stormed out of the diner Mary shook her head when Burt cursed.

"Oh there there dear lovers spats are always quick to heal" She told him from behind the counter.

Twenty five minutes later when Burt drug himself back to the hotel he was surprised to see Heather sitting outside the closed door.

Her back was against the door her knees pulled up against her chest. He face was buried in her arms and he could tell she was crying again. He stopped and glanced at the door noticing the boot marks that were on it. So the door was obviously locked and after taking her anger out on it she had collapsed where she sat.

"Heather...I..."She shook her head.

"Just open the door" she interrupted.

He opened the door and went inside it took her a few minutes to follow him but she eyed the bag he was carrying with him. He went over to the corner and set the bag on the table.

"I brought you dinner...Chicken and mashed potatoes I didn't know what to get and most women only eat rabit food"

"Thank you" She sat down at the table and he noticed her knuckles were bleeding.

"What happened to you?" She glanced then shrugged.

"The door wouldn't open" He shook his head before going to his vest and pulling out some gauze.

"At least allow me to wrap and clean it before bacteria sets it" He pulled his chair over beside her and took her left hand beginning to wrap it.

"Burt...why did we ever get married?"

"Well I suppose because I was in love with you and I thought you felt the same way..." He didn't look up.

"I did love you" She smiled and watched him she still loved him she knew she did but she wasn't about to admit it.

"I'm sorry...I didn't pay more attention to you I realize I wasn't the best husband...I could have been more open to the prospect of having a baby" He offered and she smiled slightly.

"It's alright...I knew how you were when I married you and I accepted that until I took the cowards way out" She shrugged.

He had finished wrapping her knuckles even though they weren't that bad and she was halfway threw her meal when she noticed him watching the day care she smiled.

"She's fine Burt...I promise"

"This is why I didn't want Children if something happens to that little girl I will never forgive myself" He shook his head and she watched him a second.

"She loves you" She told him and he smiled slightly.

"Yeah, She's an amazing person I wish...I had been there for more of her life"

Heather hesitated a second before she went over and pulled a small photo album out of her coat pocket with a smile.

"I brought this to show you I'm lucky it was in my pocket not my suitcase at your house" She sat down on the foot of the bed and he went over to sit beside her. She set the book on his lap then flipped it open.

The first picture was of Heather sitting in a chair holding a tiny pink bundle that was so tiny you could barely tell it was a baby. The second was Grace a few months old sitting in her high chair covered in babyfood.

"She's beautiful..." He said and Heather smiled.

"She looks just like you" He said looking at Heather and she froze.

His gaze locked with hers and her breath caught.

"Burt..." She started to talk and he shook his head.

"Shhh...just..." He leaned forward and kissed her.

She kissed him back, He was more gentle then their last encounter his hand slowly made it's way up to the side of her face and he pulled her a little closer. When she came closer willingly his other hand moved to her waist and the photo album slid to the floor.

She slid closer and placed her hands on his chest. She realized she should feel stupid here she was making out with her husband whom she hadn't seen in six years but right now she didn't care the point remained that she was still painfully in love with him.

He shifted slightly pushing her back onto the bed so he was leaning over kissing her. slow and gentle careful not to scared her off and taking his time in case she wanted him to stop. She wound her arms around his neck to hold him closer and the six years of loneliness drifted away.

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My heart is breaks with every beat it's hard to explain what you do to me.

'cause without you I'm a disaster and you're my ever after just thought you should know 'cause I need to know you're answer I want you to say you'll stay with me.

I die everyday that you're away from me.

Without out you by My Darkest Days.

A/N: I do NOT own without you the song used above or the band my darkest days who sings it I just LOVE it and I was watching the Tremors tv-show while listening to it and I knew it had to be a Burt/Heather song so while writing the last few parts of this chapter this song was playing in my head.