He was always there...even when he wasn't. My first primeval fanfiction. Enjoy :) I wrote it in, like, a minute. It just popped into my head.

He was always there. Always.

But now he wasn't.

Apart from at night, when he lay in the bed that had been his and Helens, his and Stephens…

Then, when he closed his eyes, he could still see him.

Laughing and joking and throwing back his hair.

Or…

Cuddled up close to him, whispering 'I love you' and doing…things…with his tongue…

At night was when he missed Stephen Hart the most.

Sweet? Sad? Terrible? I don't know-why don't you review?