I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS. THEY BELONG TO THE CW NETWORK. THIS IS A WORK OF FANFICTION BY OMEGAPWHITE.

Vincent and and Catherine finally broke their gaze.

"I'm sorry, Vincent I don't know what came over me. I can't explain it, but I feel as if I know you already."

An invisible spark still lingered as they both fought their internal desires. Even then their eyes revealed what their mouths wouldn't.

Vincent smiled, but he couldn't tell her why he looked so familiar. That he was really her donor. That they were connected and he would always be able to hear her heartbeat, especially if she was in trouble. How would she react? Even if it would appease her curiosity, the truth wasn't so black and white. Vincent knew it would be challenging, but he definitely had to stay away from her.

"Catherine, I'm sorry, but I have to go, but it was really nice meeting you."

"Nice meeting you too."

Catherine watched Vincent walk away. She was so caught up in their mysterious connection, she didn't realize how handsome he really was. He was tall and athletically built. He could have easily been on the cover of an exercise magazine.

She found herself wondering if he was married. Why hadn't she checked his finger? Maybe that's why he'd left so suddenly. Well it didn't matter now, because he was gone and she doubted she would ever see him again.

Catherine walked the short distance to her condo. A walk she had made many times, but today it seemed so tedious. Reality was waiting and she hated to face it.

Since calling the wedding off, her phone was ringing off the hook, but she avoided everyone. She dreaded listening to all the messages on her answering machine. Everyone meant well, but with every phone call she would be forced to relive that horrible night over and over again.

Maybe she could move away and start over where no one knew her. She knew it was wishful thinking, but it seemed like a perfect solution to avoid her friends and the questions she wasn't ready to answer.

As she entered the condo, she looked at the extravagant furnishings. It was quite depressing to look at. Years of having the best of everything and yet she still found herself unhappy and alone. Her thoughts went to her uncle's last words before he died.

"Catherine, don't let money control you. It will never make you happy, no matter how much you have. Enjoy the small things in life and in doing so, you will find true happiness."

Five years later, she understood the meaning of her late uncle's words. With a top education from an Ivy League college, a successful career as an attorney, and a high-profile relationship, her life was still in shambles.

Just then her doorbell rang. Looking through the peephole, she saw Sam.

The audacity of him to show up here uninvited.

"Sam, what do you want?" Catherine yelled, from the other side of the door.

"Cat, I just want to talk. I have been worried about you."

"I assure you I am fine. There's nothing further to say. You made a decision to sleep with one of my friends and may I add without protection. You put my life at risk for a few minutes of pleasure. I don't owe you anymore of my time. Not to mention you have a child on the way. Being that Alex was so irresistible, you're free to marry her now. I have moved on, Sam and so should you. Have a good life."

"Catherine, don't do this. I made a mistake. I'm so sorry."

Catherine walked back to the couch and took a seat. She turned the volume up on the television and pretended Sam wasn't at the door.

She had invested so much time into the relationship, given so much of herself, only to have Sam throw it all away. And Alex was even worse. Catherine had confided in her, shared intimate details of her relationship and all along she had been sleeping with Sam while smiling in her face.

She'd met Alex in college and they'd hit it off from the beginning. Soon they were inseparable and they even rented an apartment together their senior year. Catherine would have never thought Alex would sleep with her fiancé and with so little remorse for her actions.

They could have each other. She was just grateful, she had found out before she made the biggest mistake of her life.

Now she needed a distraction from it all. Maybe she could watch Jag. It was stimulating and David James Elliot was very easy on the eyes as well.

Catherine started Jag and snuggled under a blanket on the couch. Soon she found herself thinking of Vincent again.

She had to find something to distract her and she knew just the thing. She would go get a smoothie and work on finding her donor.

VINCENT

The sidewalk seemed to go on for miles, as Vincent hurried to his car. He had to get away. Catherine was asking too many questions. Questions he couldn't answer. He hadn't realized by donating his kidney to Catherine, that their connection would be so strong. What if...? No he couldn't think about that right now. The choice had been made and it saved her life and that's all that mattered.

He sped out of the parking lot and headed home. Even as the miles began to separate him from Catherine, she was in his head. He thought of her smile and how beautiful she was. She was perfect in every sense of the word.

Normally, Vincent was in better control of his feelings, but around Catherine he found himself discombobulated. The effect she had on him was too intense, even for him. He thought of the past and what led him to Catherine.

Six months earlier, he'd met a beautiful, intelligent woman. They'd hit it off really well and soon he found himself spending his free time with her. Every night they would drive around and talk for hours. The future came up several times and Vincent even considered maybe he'd met "the one."

Jennifer was perfect, but Vincent soon found out looks can be deceiving. One day, Vincent came home to find Jennifer had stolen his key and made a copy as well as moved in and never once asked if it was okay. After explaining to her in a nice way, that he wasn't ready for a live-in girlfriend, she went ballastic. She trashed his studio apartment and attacked him in the process. He had to call the police to diffuse the situation. Jennifer was arrested and Vincent had to go downtown to the police station to give his statement as well as get a restraining order.

In fact, Vincent was headed home from the police station, when he came across the accident. He saw Catherine lying helplessly in the field, so he immediately ran to her aid. After visually scrutinizing her body he assessed she had multiple contusions, and possibly some fractures. He held her hand and looked into her eyes. He tried to reassure her everything would be fine, but she passed out. He waited there until the paramedics arrived, and then he followed the ambulance to the hospital. He was determined to get an update and he didn't take no for an answer when he was told he couldn't get information, because he wasn't a family member. Because of his persistence, he'd learned she needed a kidney soon or she would probably die. He couldn't let her die, so in the end, he gave her his kidney and saved her life, in doing so.

Now he faced the uphill battle of staying away from Catherine. Maybe if she wasn't so beautiful, it would be easier, but she was beauitful inside and out.

Vincent jumped in the shower and later headed to the one place he assumed, Catherine wouldn't be. Jamba Juice was his favorite place to go after working out.

He found a parking space and headed inside. The line wasn't too long, so he ordered a strawberry smoothie and waited for his order. After fifteen minutes, with smoothie in hand, he headed for the door. As he reached for the handle, he felt her heartbeat. Within seconds, Catherine pulled on the door handle and their eyes met.

"I'm starting to think you're following me," Catherine said.

"Uh...I was here first," Vincent said, smiling.

And there it was. Another moment. Another look. He couldn't bring himself to walk away. His strength was hanging on by a thread. The look in her eyes worried him. There was a deep hurt there and he wanted to know what it was.

"Vincent, I'm going to order a smoothie and sit at one of the tables. Would you like to join me?"

Vincent knew it was a bad idea, but he couldn't decline. Saying no would only add to the hurt that was reflected in her eyes. He had watched her fight for her life the past four months and the last thing she needed was a no. He wasn't scheduled to go into the office until later, so his morning was free.

"Sure. I'll grab a table and wait on you."

"Okay, that would be great."

Catherine wasn't letting the opportunity slip away this time. Normally, she would have never asked a guy to join her for a drink. But after her accident she was a changed person. Her whole life had been dictated by what was deemed appropriate by society. From college to dating, her choices were contingent on what would appease everyone, but her. Her life was storybook perfect, except no one told her there was no happily ever after. Following the path everyone mapped out lead to Prince charming, but he was a cheater and a liar. So, whether asking Vincent first was politically correct or not, she didn't care. After knocking on death's door, she was enjoying her life on her own terms.

Vincent sat at a table outside. It seemed fate had stepped in again, so he figured he might as well learn more about Catherine. He looked at her as she stood at the counter. Her long brown hair complemented her beautiful hazel eyes. Her frame was small, but she had a lot of fight in her. Considering what she had been through, it would seem hard to be as resilient as she appeared to be at the moment.

He watched her walk toward the table with so much style and grace. Clearly she had come from a distinguished background.

"Thank you for securing a table, Vincent."

"No problem."

"I hope I didn't seem too desperate, by inviting you to join me."

"No, not at all."

"I've been through so much in the past four months, that I don't take a second for granted. Besides, I feel as if we have met before. I can't explain it and I know it may sound far fetched, but it's like we have a connection of some sort."

Vincent looked into her eyes. He knew he couldn't lie to her. Usually, he was a close to the vest type person, but Catherine appealed to his heart, and suddenly he felt the urge to share his darkest secrets.

"Catherine, I..."

The ringing of a phone interrupted Vincent. He looked at his phone and his work number flashed across the screen.

"I'm sorry, Catherine, I have to take this.

Once again, Catherine found her herself watching Vincent. He had on jeans and a t-shirt, but even then the print of his muscles were very obvious. His tanned skin along with his dark hair accented his unusually handsome face. Catherine had seen plenty attractive men, but something about Vincent's features were different. His hazel eyes were like magnets. Drawing you in and mesmerizing you to stare for hours.

"Catherine, I'm sorry, but I have an emergency at work. Perhaps I could take you to dinner tonight, to make up for my early departure."

"Yes, that would be fine."

"May I have your number and I can call you with the details."

Catherine handed Vincent a business card and they said their goodbyes.

Catherine sat quietly, lost in her thoughts. She tried to think if maybe Vincent was someone she had seen in court before. She knew he looked familiar and it vexed her immensely that she couldn't remember. Suddenly, it hit her like a ton of bricks. She had indeed seen Vincent before. As vivid as the sun, that shined so brightly, was the image in her head.

"OH MY, GOD! HE'S THE GOOD SAMIRITAN!" Catherine exclaimed, loudly.

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