Rifiuto: Non Miriena
Thanks to badkidoh, unrealwarfang and Ghostrider for reviewing 6.
"I can't believe they're living together!" Allison cried.
"Tell me about it." Zane replied, taking a swig of his drink. The two were sitting on opposite ends of the sofa, drinking and sharing mutual complaints about their once prospective partners hooking up. "Seeing them... watching her... making sure Carter was okay that day at the garage... it turned my stomach..."
"It's not fair. We go away for 'four years' and they move on." Allison coughed on her drink.
"It was supposed to be us. We were supposed to be together. I was going to ask Jo to marry me after we returned from the mission... I was finally ready to tell her I loved her... we were going to spend the rest of our lives together..."
"Arguing, denying that you loved each other-"
"I get it." He said, looking at her. She gave him a drunken smile, and stood unsteadily on her feet. She stumbled towards the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of wine. It took her a few minutes to put the corkscrew into bottle, but eventually she managed to pull out the cork. The normally levelheaded doctor had gone through a lot in the last twenty four hours, and had found no other way than to turn towards alcohol to help her cope with it all. She never would have turned to alcohol otherwise.
"Carter and I were perfect together. We fit so well. We worked so well together-" Allison had made her way back towards the sofa, the bottle in her hand. She'd only had about two drinks, and had spent the majority of the time after she arrived at Zane's house sitting on the sofa balling over what she'd lost. Now, she was angry, and drowning her sorrows in alcohol- a practice that the exceedingly light drinker wasn't used to.
"And now they're working together." Zane whispered, taking the bottle from her hands and filling his glass. "We belong together... we... we're geniuses. We should be able to figure out what happened! We should be able to break them up! They don't belong together!" Zane cried, slamming his glass onto the table.
"He's raising my daughter, and I was supposed to be raising her with him! Me! Not... not..."
"Jo, I know! I just... Carter stole my girlfriend. He... he stole my girlfriend. They... they're together..."
"It makes me sick." Allison said, taking another swig from the bottle.
"Seeing them together..." Zane downed the wine he was nursing and poured another glass. She nodded, staring off into space.
"I want him back!" Allison cried, throwing herself against the pillows bursting into tears. After a moment, Zane set his glass down and pulled her up. He cradled her in his arms, rubbing her back in comforting circles. She burrowed into him, burying her face into his chest and letting her heartbreak take over. He kissed her hair, holding her close.
"It'll be okay, Allison. I promise. We'll get them back. We'll make sure they realize that they don't belong together. I promise."