\\Title: When Grace is Gone//

\\Author: Zia//

\\Rating: PG-13 maybe//

\\Summary: Grace is days away from getting married, but runs away//

\\Disclaimer: I don't own them sadly, but the idea is mine.//

\\This is the start of a new fic, I kind of have a general idea where I'm going with this. Feedback is always appreciated. But don't be rude.//


The petite blonde woman couldn't breathe, and it had nothing to do with the pristine white corset wrapped tightly around her bodice. She stared at her reflection, her hair was slightly curled, and topped off with a flower crown attached to a white net veil. Angrily she pulled the crown from her hair and threw it across the room.

"I can't do this!" Grace Polk cried out and started to pace back and forth across the room she shared with her fiancé. The room she had shared with him for the last two and a half years. They had been engaged for just as long. "I'm not doing this!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. But it didn't matter, no one would hear her, Luke wasn't home. She was alone in their small apartment.

She fought with her skirt, and yanked off one of the obnoxious high heeled shoes, then the other. Angrily she threw them across the room. One hit the lamp on her side of the bed and knocked it over, the other crashed against the wall.

Then Grace started to fight with her skirt again, this time yanking it off before throwing it on the bed. She grabbed her tattered jeans from the bed and pulled them on quickly.

The wedding was four days away. She was barely twenty one years old, and she was four days away from getting married. What was she thinking? She ran her hands through her hair and then started to unhook the corset and threw it onto the bed with the skirt. Grace grabbed her tank top and yanked it over her head.

With a soft sigh Grace found her boots and her purse before hurrying out of the apartment. She rushed out to her car, Luke wouldn't be home for another – she glanced at her watch – four hours. She climbed into the car and slammed the door shut, and then just sat there, staring at the steering wheel in front of her.

Her cell phone rang and she jumped. Grace glanced at her purse, and then reached inside and looked at the LCD screen that flashed the name 'Rove' at her. She pressed the answer button and then lifted the phone to her ear. "Yeah?"

"Hey Grace."


"What?" Adam's voice was full of concern. She never called him Adam, unless something was wrong. "What's up Grace?"

"I need to talk to you."

"We are talking."

"No, I mean... meet me out there? Please? I really need to talk to you." Grace's voice cracked and she clenched her eyes shut tightly.

"Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes." The line went silent and Grace started the car. Eight minutes and thirty seconds later Grace pulled her dark yellow car up beside Adam's green Jetta. She saw him sitting on the hood of his car, and then got out of her own car and joined him.

"What's wrong Grace?"

"I can't get married." She looked down at the rocks on the ground.

"Have you talked to Luke about this?"

"No... I can't Adam. That's the whole thing. I can't talk to him, I can't marry him."

"Why not?"

"You know why Adam." Grace lifted her head up and looked at him. "I can't tell him because it will destroy him. But I can't stay and marry him."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"I'm leaving. I'm not sure where I'm going, but, I'm gonna leave."

"That will destroy him Grace. More so than tell him about...ya know."

"Have you told Joan about it?" Adam looked down at the ground. "I didn't think so. You've been married for nearly a year... you have a child on the way, and you haven't told her."

"I never will. It was a mistake Grace, and you know that."

"A mistake that happened for over five months?" Grace stood up from the hood of the car and looked at him. "Look, I'm not telling you to tell her. But if I tell Luke, Joan finds out, and it'll ruin your marriage. And my friendship with Joan. I'm not giving that up."

"But you're leaving Grace." Adam got up from the hood of the car and looked at her.

"Yeah... I'll keep in touch."

"Luke may never forgive you for this Grace."

"I don't want him to." Grace shifted her weight from one foot to the other and looked at the ground. "Just say goodbye Adam."

"No." He responded.

"Then I will. Goodbye Adam. Call me when Joan has the baby." Grace turned around and walked over to her car. She climbed inside, and sat there for a moment, just breathing, before she started it and pulled out of the old empty lot.