noaai: "New prompt idea: April stays in Seattle and needs to make up to Jackson for the time she was in the army and try to fix the marriage problems. So, in the middle of trying one night they have a huge argument and end having sex. After that they're feeling to give up and April discovers she's pregnant. Samuel's memories come back and think they have to give another chance to their marriage because of Samuel. Through the pregnancy and its little details they find their way to each another."

Dear friend….you know I love your ideas very much. But what you are asking for in this one prompt could be a multi-chapter fic EASILY! I think that's why I still don't really have an idea for it…But it's one of the ones that's been on my mind to work on. So here's what I'm going to do…I'm going to just write as much of it as I can…It might just be the one argument! But if after reading it there's a specific scene you want as a "Part 2″ just message me to discuss. It's not like ALL of my "worlds" haven't been triggered by prompts anyway…just want to warn you that there's no way to get this done in one shot (haha….) literally. Even though I started this early….

100 Encore, Day 76: "Too Late (I'm Sorry)"

"You said you loved me." They were sitting on the couch eating dinner with a basketball game on in the background. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than staring at each other in silence at the table.

Jackson cleared his throat. "What?"

"When I told you I wanted to go…"

"I told me you wanted to go…"

"Whatever Jackson. You said you loved me but you were hurting and you didn't know if you would be waiting for me if I left again."

He put his fork down and blinked. "Your point?"

"I'm here. I stayed. You aren't working on this. You don't even talk to me except in our sessions and even then a lot of the time you talk through Dr. Balask, even though he tells you to talk to me. I can't live like this, Jackson. I won't."

"So go," he said, evenly.

"What?"

"Leave. It's what you do. It's what you've wanted to do this whole month."

"Because of how you treat me."

He finished eating and took his plate to the sink, ignoring April. He left her there, staring at her nearly untouched plate of pasta.

But when he turned around, she was silently sobbing on the floor, shaking uncontrollably.

"What is this now?" he asked, returning to the living room and standing over her. It was true that in the last month he'd detached. He started out grateful she stayed but, quickly began to resent the fact that she clearly didn't want to be there.

"I just…all I asked when I stayed was for you to help me help you. I still needed help and you just pulled away further…that is NOT grieving or working to heal and that's on you!"

"Well you could try to act like you wanted this. Stop making it seem like there was a gun to your head."

"There WAS a gun to my head, Jackson. Because I loved you. And keeping you meant more to me than figuring myself out. You DID put a gun to my head."

"Well excuse me for being the selfish one," Jackson snickered. "After a year I felt like it was time for MY voice to be heard. My bad, for only giving you 27 months to heal alone. You want a medal for realizing there's two people in this marriage because I insisted on being noticed!"

"A kiss would've been nice. Or a thank you," she mumbled. "You said please stay, or else you might lose me. I need help.' So I stayed. I didn't realize the terms were, 'stay and be happy or else we'll both pay.' But I'm done, Jackson."

"Good, I'm done too. At least we're not pretending."

She didn't think he understood. Maybe he was done pretending they could continue living this way. But she was done.

"No, Jackson. I'm done. I'm leaving. I'm divorcing you. This isn't me responding to your dares. I'm choosing to leave this marriage."

She watched him gulp as the gravity of her words hit him, as he realized his actions were actually catching up to him.

It was true that Jackson got angrier after she chose to stay. Once he actually let her know how he was feeling, all of the feelings he'd been hiding from even himself came to the surface. It was a part of his healing process, but he didn't have words to articulate it and it didn't excuse his behavior. He knew he was miserable. But he never expected her to leave.

"I love you." He got down on his knees and said it for the first time since he begged her to stay.

"I want to say it back, but I don't know who you are anymore….I just, have to be done Jackson. I'm done. It's over…" she looked to the floor and started crying again.

"You do. You know me. I'm in here. I promise." He pulled her close and kissed her before she could respond.

She let him be the one to pull away but when he did, "Jackson, you're just doing this because I said I'm done. If you had done this two weeks ago, a week, a day maybe…But tonight? I meant it."

"I know." But he kissed her again, this time slowly sliding his hand up to her shirt. She pulled away.

"Jackson…"

"It's over. But can I say I'm sorry?"

She looked away from him, unsure. Their ending was nothing short of tragic, honestly. She didn't want to be here, at her breaking point. Tomorrow when she woke up and started looking for apartments she would feel worse than she did right now. She didn't want to be without him. But he had left her no choice. She wished they could move on from here. He was finally recognizing how awful he had been, but everyone was entitled to their own 'too late'.

But making love felt like the best way to say goodbye, to forgive each other. So she nodded and made love to her husband all night long. They didn't stop through tears, and they did not speak one word to each other. She fell asleep crying in his arms.

But when he woke up, she was gone.