The Lover After Me Part 4: Breaking
By Drama feedback!!!
Category: Scully/other, Angst, Story, Drew's POV
Rating: PG-nothing I wouldn't show my mom
Disclaimer: Aha!  I finally have something that's mine!!  Drew is all mine and nobody else can have him!! Unless of course you want to use him in a fic and ask me very nicely…  nothing else is mine *sigh*  oh yeah, I own Drew's boxers too… hehe  don't sue me..thanX!
Summary: Drew goes to pick up Scully for their date, angst insues
Notes from moi: okay, this is part four, part 5[the last one] is on the way, really it is!  If you didn't read the top, this is from Drew's POV, I figures I should toggle around with the POVs and ended up with this puppy.  I like Drew quite a bit, but for the purposes of this story, he and Scully just don't belong together.  Hope you enjoy part 4!

Breaking
By Drama

Dana's a beautiful person.  At first, I guess she seemed a little uptight, not that she didn't have a good reason to be closed off.  That bastard ex-partner did some pretty good damage on her heart.  It took me a long time to get her to really open up again.

I came over on Saturday morning to pick up Dana for our date.  We were going out for Japanese, then to an independent film festival downtown.  Maybe I should have called first, but it wasn't like Dana would be running late.  She was almost never late for a date before, why should she be now?

I knocked on the door and Dana answered wearing a tank top and gym shorts, her hair wavy and tangled .

"Drew!" her eyes were as big as saucers and a look of shock crossed her face.  I embraced her and gave her a quick kiss, then pulled back and looked at her again. 

"How come you're not dressed?"

"What are you talking about, Drew?"  Boy, she must have been out of it.

"We have a date, remember?  Dinner at Ishitari, then we're seeing "My Mother Dreams Of Satan's Disciples In New York" at the AVO."

"Oh my God, I completely forgot about it."

"That's okay, sweetie, I'll wait while you get dressed."  She glanced uneasily over her shoulder .

"I think I'll have to cancel on you, Drew, sorry."  A distinctly male goran came from beyond Dana.  I forced myself not to be suspicious.  Maybe it was her brother…  I mean, sure, he's on a boat in the Gulf, but…

An odd look crossed her face, one I'd never seen before.  Guilt, maybe?  No, I can't be distrustful like that… not yet, anyways.

Not until he emerged from the bedroom wearing only a pair of boxers that looked suspiciously like mine.

Dana spun to see what I was looking at, then turned back to me.

"This isn't what it looks like, Drew." Her words were frantic and apologetic.

"Oh really?  Well then what it is?"

"Look, he was drunk and I brought him here to sober up.  Nothing happened.

"He walked into full view and I started to recognize him.  I'd seen him before, in pictures with Dana, ones stuffed in a box in her closet.  It was him, her bastard ex-partner standing in the middle of Dana's living room wearing _my_ boxers!  Wonderful!

"What's he doing here?"

"Look, I told you, I found him at a bar, plastered, and I couldn't let him drive, so I brought him here."

"So let me get this straight" I could feel my anger building.  "You just happened to come across your ex-partner, drunk out of his mind in a bar even though you don't drink, brought him back to your place even though you haven't so much as spoken to him in seven months and he was a complete jerk to you in the first place, plus you forgo about our date?"

"Drew-Please, the neighbors will hear!"  She ushered me inside and closed the door. 

He massaged his temples and walked towards the bathroom, not looking up.

"Hey, Scully, where's the aspirin?"

"In the bathroom, top shelf."  The bastard disappeared into the next room.

I tried really hard not to yell outright. 

"Oh, gee, well excuse me!  I have this jealous streak that tends to come out when I go to pick up my girlfriend for a date and she's wearing her pajamas and her ex-partner is traipsing around her apartment in my underwear!"

"I'm sorry, but it was raining and all his clothes were soaked.  It was the only dry piece of clothing I had that would fit him."  She was getting more and more defensive and the argument was getting nowhere.

"I'm not going to stand here and argue with you.  I trust you, Dana, but I can't help the feeling that you're leaving something out.  It doesn't all fit.  I just want a straight story."

She sat down in the middle of her couch and I sat in an armchair.

"I was going to get the mail and Annie mentioned she saw him here this morning."  Dana leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees.  "I'm not sure what it was, the need for closure or.. I don’t know, but I went looking for him, figuring he was probably somewhere nearby, out getting plastered.  I found him in a bar, barely able to walk, so I brought him here since I didn't want to risk him vomiting in my car during the 45 minute drive to his place, plus his car was still at the bar.  It was raining and we both got soaked by the time we got into the building.  I gave him your boxers because his clothes here soaked, then he passes out on my couch.  That's it."

She went looking for him.

"You went looking for him?"

She ran her fingers through her auburn tresses.

"It was just something I had to do, I can't explain it, I just needed to see him, the get that closure."

My chest constricted as I started to understand.  This conversation was never about missing our date, or even having another man in her apartment, it went much deeper than that.

"Tell me you feel nothing for him."

She sat up straight. "What?"

"Look me in the eyes and tell me that you have no feelings for him, that if he left this instant you wouldn't think twice about letting him go.  Tell me that nothing could ever happen between you.  Tell me that you could honestly never think about him again after today."

"Drew-I- You can't expect me to answer that, it's not fair."

Little by little, her words ripped up my heart.  I knew what I had to do.

"Dana, I love you, I hope you know that.  But if you can't love me back wholeheartedly, then this is not going to work.  I'm sorry, Dana."

I stood up to go.

"Drew-please…"  I steeled myself against her pleas and turned towards the door.

"Don't make it harder than it already is.  If you can honestly tell me there is nothing more in your heart for him, call me."

I went out the door without looking back and left behind the woman I loved.  I should have known from the start. 

She likes brunettes.  Damn.

~ fin ~

Okay, so part five should be typed up in a day or two.. yes, it's shippy.  Oh, and I would like to thank my bestest best friend, Niki[aka Xfnavybrat for you bolters]  for that last line.  She gave it to me and told me I had to put it in this story, so I did.