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Regret:

Martin had gotten away with it for a year. A whole year and no one even noticed. Not Sam, not Viv, not Jack, certainly not that new girl Elena. No one had asked once. Never question when Martin popped a pill in front of them. He always had a ready explanation for them and they bought it. He shoved it down their throats so well that it was nothing else but smooth.

His only problem had been Danny. Of course Danny never said anything outright, but Martin got the strange sensation Danny knew exactly what Martin was doing and he just never said anything. He'd give him a questioning stare and then leave it at that. Martin figured Danny had known since the very beginning after the Max Cassidy because Danny knew all about excuses and Martin hadn't come up with a very good one in the beginning.

But he never said anything and Martin continued to get away with it. Continued to carry around a prescription bottle of pills like it was a bag of candy. Because no one was looking at him. No one was looking at him and he was doing his job just fine.

Until he hadn't done his job just fine. Until the one day, out of a whole year, when he ran out of pills and couldn't seem to find anymore and he had to go into work the next day and he had no idea what to do. He'd gone into work. He'd done all the things he would normally do, distracted his skin itching for something... anything really that would make the feeling inside him go away.

He slipped up. He'd been chasing a prep and the prep had gotten the best of him. Had hit him over the head with a piece of wood or something, Martin didn't know what. Hadn't really been paying attention if he was honest. Danny was backing him up that day. Martin didn't see if Danny had been there, right behind him as his vision went black and he fell to his knees, head stinging just a little bit from the blow.

They'd rushed him to the hospital. Danny was saying something about Martin getting hit in the head too much, but Martin couldn't really hear him. Didn't want to really hear him. His mind was racing, none of it at all good. There were things he did, things he never told anybody about and now they were going to be exposed.

Didn't take long for them all to find out. Not long at all. One test and Martin's secrets were exposed. He knew it when the doctor came back to check his vitals, smile on his face, but Martin could see his disgust. Could see the contempt and Martin just shook his head and felt like crying. Wanted to be anywhere besides that hospital room. Would have gladly gone home and fixed the problem with his all by himself.

It was when Jack came in that he knew he was a goner. He wasn't sure if Jack was disgusted or worried. It was hard to tell when Jack adopted his poker face.

"How long?"

Simple question really. One Martin could answer with complete certainty because he knew. It had been a year.

"A year. Ever... ever since that Max Cassidy case."

Jack made a weird clicking noise, mask slipping just a little and it wasn't disgust or worry on his face. It was anger. Clear and present anger.

"You've been lying for that long. You've been taking... you've been doing drugs and you've been working in my office and you didn't... you didn't once think that maybe what you were doing was wrong? Didn't once think that maybe... just maybe there was the slightest chance that if you ever got caught it would make things difficult."

Martin could see that Jack couldn't even get out a sentence he was so angry. Couldn't even think properly. Martin wondered what Jack was angrier at, Martin possibly screwing them all over or Martin screwing himself over.

"It never once effected my performance on the job."

"Yeah says the man who's bleeding from the head."

"I swear Jack. I never... I was never... I mean okay I took some when I was on the job, but it never..."

"Save it Martin. There's nothing you can say that would make this better."

And Martin could hear it even if Jack hadn't said it. Heard Jack's disappointment in him and he knew the team cared about him. He cared about them too. He didn't want his problems to effect them, but he knew they were disappointed. He just didn't know how disappointed.

He'd been taken off the job. Forced to turn in his badge and his gun and he'd seen the way Victor stared at him like he was the biggest disappointment he'd ever come across. Martin really couldn't bring himself to care.

He'd cleaned out his desk, Jack's eye on him the whole time. But it wasn't just Jack watching him. Sam was watching him. She looked as though she wanted to say something. Like she wanted to ask why and how she could make it better.

Viv was watching him too. She looked as though she wanted to smack him. Like she wanted to shake him and ask him why too. Everyone wanted to ask him why. Everyone wanted an answer and Martin didn't have one for them.

He'd left without saying goodbye to them.

It had been easier to not say goodbye to them. Easier to just go home and back up his apartment. He wasn't sure where he was going to go. Victor had requested he go to a rehab clinic in Washington and stay with his parents. Martin hated that idea.

Sure he was grateful Victor had kept him out of jail and had made it so his dismissal wasn't public, but he couldn't stomach having to be around the other man's condescending attitude.

So he packed up, secretly bought a plane ticket to California and hired a moving van. He'd figure out what he was going to do after that. He'd figure out what kind of job he'd get and where he would live and all of that. He just had to get away from New York.

But there was one thing he had to do first. One thing he couldn't leave without doing.

"What do you want?" Danny asked when he opened the door.

He was in a work suit, dark brown slacks and a white shirt with a brown tie. His hair was mused and he looked oddly tired for how early it was. Martin figured he was just getting home. Maybe settling down to dinner and a baseball game or something.

"Just... you weren't in the office when I... I just wanted to say goodbye." Martin said feeling a little ridiculous.

Danny gave him a questioning look before moving away from the door.

"Come in."

Martin hesitated for a second before going inside Danny's apartment. It was the same as Martin remembered it, but then again he had been here just a little while ago to watch sports with Danny.

Everything had a lived in quality, something Martin could never say about his own apartment even though he'd lived in it for five years. Danny liked to nest at a place. Liked to keep things a certain way. Liked to make things his own.

His couches were plush and inviting. His coffee table was warm looking. Even the paint on his walls screamed homey.

It was when Martin was looking around an apartment he mostly like never see again when he saw it. An empty bottle of what looked like tequila.

"You're not the only one good at keeping secrets."

"How long?"

"I can't even remember. Days seem to bleed together after awhile, you know." Danny said with an open look on his face.

"They haven't caught you."

"Martin, I was a drunk long before you met me. I was a drunk all throughout college and even some of high school. Yet I still pulled off to grades." Danny said as he sat down in his recliner.

Martin plopped down on his couch and stared forward at the blank television screen. He wasn't as good as Danny was at hiding his problems. He thought he'd been so good at it, but Danny always knew. Danny always knew because Danny was better at it then he was.

"I think... for me at least. It's not about being addicted to the alcohol. I mean a good portion of it is. It's about being addicted to that feeling. That feeling that I'll never get caught."

"It's a rush of adrenaline. You wanna see how far you can take it before you slip up because you don't think you'll slip up. You've got yourself perfectly convinced that no one will ever noticed because you're so good at hiding it." Martin said.

He could feel Danny's eyes on him. Knew that Danny was watching him like a hawk because Danny had always been watching him like a hawk no matter how much Danny deluded himself that he wasn't.

"You were pretty good. Not the best, but pretty good. You were getting better with time. Some days I wondered if you were really loaded or not." Danny said.

"I never knew. I mean, I came here so many times and I just never knew."

"Like I said. I'm a pretty high functioning drunk." Danny said with a smile.

They were quiet for a few minutes. Martin wasn't sure he knew what to say to Danny. He wasn't even sure why he'd come here.

"So, you're going to Washington."

It was a statement rather than a question and Martin didn't like how smug Danny looked about the whole thing.

"Who told you that?"

"Jack said your old man was going to make you live with him in Washington."

"Well I'm running away."

"Fitzie, you're thirty-five years old. I don't think it's considered running away at this point."

"He wants me to live with him, Danny. Wants to be able to gloat about how badly I fucked things up and I don't really want that. I don't really want his help in getting better so he can parade me around and be all 'This is my son Martin. He's a total fuck up' with a grin on his face." Martin said.

"Yeah and Mr. Deputy Director would be just the type to do something like that. So where are you going."

"Bought a ticket to California. Don't know if I'm gonna stay there or not, but it's a start."

"When does your plane leave?"

"Some time tomorrow morning."

"Well, I wish you the best."

"You're not... you're not going to tell Jack or anything right. I mean if my dad starts flipping out and comes to the... comes by and starts asking questions... you're not going to break are you?" Martin asked.

"Well... the way I figure it is that your old man's gonna find you even if I don't tell him anything. And personally I'd prefer it if you got to do whatever you wanted. You know something about me that I'd rather not leak to everyone."

"I see." Martin said standing up to walk out of the apartment.

Danny stood up as well. He walked Martin to the door and sighed.

"Goodbye, Danny." Martin said.

Danny looked up at him through his eyelashes and sighed again. Before Martin knew what was happening Danny was pulling him close, hands on his face and suddenly they were kissing an explosions of lips and teeth and tongues and Martin never remembered a kiss being better.

His hands came to wrap around Danny's waist and he pulled Danny closer to him his hips grinding against Danny's. He kissed Danny like he needed him. He kissed Danny like he was dying. He kissed Danny with passion and need and lust and he'd thought about doing this before. He wondered if Danny thought about doing this before.

Danny pulled away from him his lips shiny looking and his face flushed.

"You're not high right." Danny asked.

"No, you're not drunk are you?" Martin asked.

"No." Danny said and he continued kissing Martin.

Some how they'd ended up in Danny's bedroom, clothes discarded on the way there. Martin couldn't even remember how they'd gotten there or how they'd gotten all their clothes off without breaking the kiss once. Martin didn't care.

Danny was pulling Martin down on top of him and onto the bed. Skin touching skin, a nice glide and Martin figured he could get lost in this feeling. Thought that maybe if he had this option open to him before the drugs he would have chosen this because this in and of itself was pretty addicting.

Feeling Danny, soft smooth skin all around him. The sounds Danny made when Martin touched him. Like Danny hadn't ever been touched by anybody before and the new feeling was just too much for him. And when their lips brushed against each other, Martin could feel Danny moaning into his mouth like he'd never been kissed like that. Like no one had ever given the time to kiss Danny like that.

Martin could feel Danny's legs bending, allowing Martin to slid between them and Danny's hands were everywhere. On Martin's back, caressing his sides, running through Martin's hair. Danny was whispering things. Martin couldn't hear him, but part of Martin knew that he didn't have to hear him because he understood. He understood what Danny was saying without him having to say it.

Danny grasped at his besides table, quickly opening the drawer and pulling out lube and a condom and he handed them to Martin who took them. Martin looked down at Danny's face and saw his eyes, bright brown eyes kind dead looking and enveloped by black clouded with lost. But dead looking all the same.

"We are so fucked up." Martin whispered against Danny's lips.

"Yeah, but ain't it fun to be fucked up together, Fitzie." Danny said, smirk on his face teasing tone in his voice.

Martin couldn't help it that he let out a strangled laugh. Couldn't help it that his hands, somewhat shakily opened the tube of lube and spread some on his fingers. Martin watched as Danny watched him, eyes still dead looking, but a little brighter in anticipation. Martin wondered if his own eyes looked that dead.

Fingers sought out Danny's entrance and Martin wasn't even sure if Danny was enjoying this. He was moaning sure, but Martin wasn't sure. He made quick work of stretching Danny, not bothering to make it feel good because Martin knew. Martin knew that wasn't what Danny wanted. Not entirely anyway.

He opened the condom and rolled it on himself, spreading some more lube because even if Danny didn't want it to feel totally good, Martin didn't want to hurt him. Couldn't hurt him because Danny seemed to be the only other person in the world that understood him.

He lifted Danny's legs to wrap them around his waist. He pushed inside, eyes squeezing tightly close at the feel of Danny surrounding him. He heard Danny's breath hitch. Heard him moan and it wasn't until Martin was fully inside Danny that he realized that it was the most alive he'd felt in a long time.

"Feels..." Martin couldn't finish his sentence. He didn't know how too.

Danny just whimpered in response, moving his hips a little and Martin started moving. Slowly, because he couldn't go fast and Danny seemed to understand that. Danny didn't seem to want fast either. Martin wondered if he could stay like this forever, hips thrusting into Danny and Danny enthusiastically thrusting back.

Nothing seemed to matter outside of them. Nothing seemed to count. Everything seemed to fade away and Martin had only felt this one other way. Had only lost himself like this one other way.

"Oh fuck... Martin... right there." Danny whispered almost like he didn't want to talk. Almost like talking would break whatever it was that had enveloped them.

Martin couldn't blame him for not wanting to talk. They didn't need to talk. Didn't need words. They just needed this. And as Martin's hand shakily came to stroke Danny's cock in time with their thrusts and his hips kept angling and his cock kept hitting that same spot inside Danny that made Danny moan and groan and mewl and make sounds Martin would never have guessed Danny could make, Martin knew that they'd never do this again.

Knew that was he was loosing himself in Danny, Danny was also loosing himself and it was hard to see how that was wrong, but Martin knew that wouldn't do it again. Knew that this would be the first and last time.

The thought made him thrust harder, stroke harder, clench his teeth tighter and he was barely aware of Danny coming all over his hand. Barely aware that Danny had screamed his name. He could feel Danny tighten around him, but he was barely aware of all this. He was barely aware when he came, cum spurting inside of the condom.

He even kept thrusting despite being spent. Danny had stopped him by putting a hand on Martin's forearm and Martin collapsed half on top of Danny half on the bed as his cock slipped out of Danny.

"Promise me something." Danny said after a long moment of silence.

Martin grunted in response.

"Promise me that when you leave tomorrow morning... you won't wake me up. You'll just go."

Martin tried to muster the strength to look up at Danny, but couldn't.

"Okay." He said.

"And promise me... that someday when I don't expect it I'll see you coming out of a cab in front of my apartment."

"How do you know you'll still be here?"

Danny was quiet for a few minutes before answering.

"I'll still be here."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Danny Taylor had turned sixty-five recently. Sixty-five. He didn't feel old. Certainly didn't look that old either. He'd kept himself in reasonable shape. He was still as lean as ever, still as tall as ever, hair still as wild as ever even if it was a little gray. He certainly didn't feel like he was going to die anytime soon.

But the doctors said that he was. Said that he should have stopped drinking sooner because his liver was shit now. There was nothing they could do for him. All the years had passed and the technology had gotten so advanced and they still couldn't save him. Not that he wanted them too.

He was coming back from lunch with his daughter, Alexandra. He had told her the news a long time ago, but she had tried to get him to fight it. The look on her face when Danny told her that he was done fighting it was one he'd take to his deathbed. An image that would flash before him when he was seconds away from dying and he just knew it.

She wasn't mad at him. She was just sad. Danny never thought he'd have someone who was sad about his dying. He still kept in touch with Sam and Jack and Viv, but he'd left the bureau sometime after Alexandra was born. Had taken the bar, passed it and set himself up with a job where he could work nine to five hours and still make enough cash to support the two of them.

Jack had retired soon after that. Seemed that Jack, at seventy-four, was going to out live Danny. They all were.

Danny wanted to see them. Wanted to tell them all that he was going to be dying soon. Sure it didn't seem fair, but he wanted to see them one last time before he died. Then he'd go into hiding talking to only his daughter as outside world contact. Seemed fitting.

He hadn't counted on Martin Fitzgerald, looking extremely sickly standing in front of the door to his apartment complex. He still looked like Martin Fitzgerald despite the greyish tint his skin had taken. He needed a cane now. There was no getting rid of it. His light brown hair scattered with white. Danny didn't think either of them looked old enough to sixty-five.

"It's not a cab, but it's unexpected." He said.

Danny smiled at him.

"What's an old man like you doing out here in the cold?" Danny asked.

"Hey if I'm old, you're older." Martin said.

Danny nodded. He moved toward the door to his building and opened it allowing Martin to walk in first. They walked in silence all the way to Danny's apartment the journey made slower by Martin's cane.

"It still looks the same. I mean there's more pictures, but it still looks the same. I was afraid that you wouldn't be here. I mean I kept in touch with no one over the years and I went to Viv's and she wasn't there. Sam wasn't at her place either. And Jack... they all moved." Martin said.

"Viv and her husband got a smaller place when Reggie moved out. It was easier for them to live in when Viv retired. And you'll find Jack and Sam living together in a brownstone in Manhattan." Danny said.

"Those two got together, huh."

"Yup. Still making it work. Had two kids, Stephanie and Greg. Good kids."

"I thought for sure he was going to end up with that Ann chick."

"Eh that lasted... two years maybe. I don't know why it ended exactly, but it did."

Danny watched as Martin looked through all the pictures he had scattered around the house of the people Martin used to know.

"This Rafi?" Martin asked pointing to a picture of Danny's brother and three kids.

"Yeah."

"Sylvia took him back."

"Yup. Got out about two years after you left. Good behavior and whatnot. Was mandated to go to rehab and stuff. They had another kid after Joseph. A little girl. Named her Isabella."

"What about you, Danny. You have any kids?" Martin asked as he sat down on one of Danny's couches.

"As a matter of fact I did. A girl. Alexandra." Danny said pointing to a picture of a girl hanging on his wall.

The picture had Danny and his daughter at her high school graduation. Danny always thought she looked more like him then her mother.

"She's pretty."

"She's a little older than that picture. I have recent ones around her somewhere."

"Where's her mother?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"Yeah, I honestly don't know. I got her pregnant... about five years after you left. She wanted to get an abortion. It wasn't like we were in love or anything close to that. She was young, twenty-five. I was a pretty old man."

Martin nodded.

"Anyway I figured it would be my only chance to have a kid so I told her not to get an abortion. She said she'd do whatever she wanted cause it was her body. I told her I'd pay her not too. I mean I didn't have tons of cash, but then neither did she and I was offering her a place to stay so she took me up on my deal. Took off the day Alexandra was born."

"Oh."

"So what about you, Fitzie. You have any kids?" Danny asked as he sat down next to Martin.

Seemed like the most natural thing to do. Sitting next to Martin was easy.

"Yeah, four boys."

"Four? Someone was busy."

"Yeah. My oldest... Michael... he's a lawyer." Martin said. Danny pulled a face.

"Hey you wanted to be a lawyer."

"Correction Martin I was a lawyer. Quit my job at the bureau some time after Alex was born."

"So why the face?"

"Cause I just don't see one of your kids being a lawyer."

"His mother was a lawyer. Anyway, we don't really talk much. He just got married not too long ago."

"And the other three?"

"Nathaniel and Daniel, they're twins... Nathaniel's in school to be a doctor. Daniel got a degree in business and he runs a hotel or something like that." Martin said.

"You talk to any of your kids?"

"Eric... he's a teenager though. Sixteen. I have Daniel watching him right now. Eric came home one day and thought that he'd shock me by telling me he was gay."

"He's not gay."

"Oh no he is, but he thought I was going to be shocked by it."

"I take it you weren't."

"Nope, just said that it was nice and not to tell his grandfather."

"Victor's still alive?"

"I know. Gotta love the world for that."

"And the mother of your kids. I'm assuming you married her."

"Soon as she got pregnant with Michael."

"So what happened to her."

Martin was quiet for a little while. Danny guessed it wasn't a happy tale. Not that his tale was any happier.

"Car crash back when Eric was four."

"That's terrible."

"Yeah. Terrible that it happened to her. We didn't... we didn't really like each other by the end there. Didn't really liked each other before the end. We just stuck together even though we didn't want to be together."

Silence filled the room again. It was an easy silence though. Danny didn't feel at al jittery around Martin like he did when other people were quiet.

"When I was kid I never thought that my life would end up this... complicated. I mean it was supposed to go smoothly you know. Go to school, get a job, get married, have kids. None of this in between crap."

"Life doesn't go smoothly, Fitzie."

"I just wish it did."

"So what are you dying of?"

"What?"

"I asked what are you dying of. I've got cirrhosis. What's your killer?"

"How did you... never mind. You're Danny Taylor. Of course you knew. Can't keep anything hidden from you. Even thirty years later. It's cancer. They've done everything they can and its... its just not working.

"I lost my hair Danny. Took forever for it to grow back. They said it was gone, but... I still have a sixteen-year-old. I... I can't die."

"Everyone's gotta die sometime."

"How can you be so calm?"

"It's been inevitable for a long time now. I was just buying time. Hell, I did this to myself."

"I didn't do anything though. I was so careful after... well you know. My kids have already lost one parent. I'm just... I'm scared that there's something I haven't done yet. Something that I need to do, but I've only got a few more weeks... three months if I'm lucky." Martin said.

"Yeah, I know how that works. How come you're traveling here if you've got such little time? I'm assuming you stayed in California."

"I stayed in California. I don't know... this was one of those things that I had to do so I wouldn't regret anything. I've got a million more on the list."

"I've got none."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean now I've got none." Danny said smiling at Martin.

Martin smiled back.

"Come on, Fitzie. You gotta be tired and I know I'm tired. How about us old men take a nap."

"Yeah, okay." Martin said using his cane to help himself get up.

They walked to Danny's bedroom, Martin taking in how everything seemed the same and Danny taking in the fact that he was walking to his bedroom again with Martin in tow. When they got to the bedroom Martin sighed.

"Everything's still the same huh."

"Why fix something if it isn't broken?"

"I guess you're right."

They settled into bed spooned against each other and Martin sighed again.

"I still kind of have a regret."

"Oh, really, what is it?"

"I regret not telling you how much I cared about you back then. About not opening my mouth ever. I still kind of regret that."

"I'll tell you a secret." Danny said into Martin's ear.

"What?"

"I knew."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Dad! Dad where are you? I tried calling you on your phone like a hundred times, but you wouldn't answer. Listen I don't think I'm going to be able to make it to dinner on Saturday with Rafi and the cousins, but I will have lunch with you today." Alexandra Taylor said as she looked around the apartment that she had shared with her father since she was a baby.

"Seriously, dad, I know you're here. Where the hell else are you going to be at?" She said as she wondered around.

She walked to his bedroom. The door was open which wasn't something that happened often. She saw her dad spooned against another guy. Both looked very peaceful. Alex sighed and walked over to her father's bed.

"You know you're dying now. You'd at least think you could lay of the romancing." Alex said.

She tried shaking her father awake, but it didn't work. She shook him again and it still didn't work. The other guy didn't even wake up. Her eyes widened slightly and she felt at his neck for a pulse. There wasn't any. She did the same for the other guy and came back with the same results.

"Oh god."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Daniel Fitzgerald wasn't a busy man. He did work hard, but he wouldn't classify himself as a busy man. When his father had asked him to watch his little brother for a weekend he'd agreed thinking his father would be back by the end of the weekend.

His brother, Nathan, had gotten a little upset that Daniel had just let their dad go off. Daniel knew that his father was dying. He was sad about it. He loved his dad a lot, but he figured that his father needed to tie up whatever lose end was bothering him and he needed to do it before he died. Nathan and his brother Mike hadn't agreed, but Eric had been on his side.

Of course Daniel never thought he'd be going to New York to pick up his father's body.

"What do you mean you can't release the body? I can only be here so long." Daniel yelled at the morgue attendant.

"It's the same thing I told that woman over there. I can't release the body on a Sunday. You'll just have to come back tomorrow." The attendant said.

"But it's not like there needs to be an autopsy. He wasn't murder. He died. He was dying before he came to New York."

"I'm sorry sir there isn't anything I can do for you."

Daniel cursed at the guy and turned to leave fishing out a cigarette from his pocket.

"Can you believe this guy?" Daniel said to the woman that was sitting in the bench that the attendant had been referring to.

She was pretty, long wavy dark brown hair framing her face. Her skin was a tan color and her eyes were wide and bright and brown. She seemed to look a little lost.

"You're not allowed to smoke in here." She said.

Daniel shook his head.

"So I take it you lost someone." Daniel said.

"My dad."

"Oh, lost mine too. He should have been in California, but apparently he had some sort of last hoorah he had to do in New York and decided to die here."

The woman's eyes widened and she licked her lips.

"What did you say your name was?"

"I didn't."

She rolled her eyes at him.

"Well what is your name?"

Daniel smiled charmingly.

"Daniel Albert Fitzgerald."

"So you're Martin's son?"

"How do you know my dad?" Daniel asked smile leaving his face.

"That last hoorah... it was with my dad."

Daniel sighed. His father had sat him down and told him the whole story about Danny Taylor. He knew he was named after the guy and all that, but he didn't know the full story until before his dad left. Daniel guessed his dad figured that if he told Daniel it would have made Daniel on his side.

It did... for the most part. He just didn't like to think about the logistics of what his dad was implying.

"You're Danny Taylor's kid. So I'm guessing..."

"Yup."

"Well isn't this a fucked up way to meet your namesake."

"You're telling me."

Daniel gave her a weird look.

"My names Alexandra Martin Taylor." Alexandra said.

"Oh god, what was your dad on?"

"Booze apparently. Anyway you didn't have to walk in on them dead and spooning each other. It was like something out of some cheesy romance novel."

Daniel smiled. Alexandra was funny. His dad had told him that Danny had been funny too.

"So I'm guessing you knew about my dad."

"Yup, he told me when I was about sixteen. Thought it was romantic."

"Gotta admit that this whole thing is kind of romantic. Years spent apart and they both meet up again and die in each others arms."

"Guess that they were just each others... other half or something like that." Alexandra said.

Daniel nodded.

"Hey it looks like I'm going to be here for awhile. You wanna... get a coffee or something. You look beat."

"Yeah, I'd like that."

FIN

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