"I don't have good news," the doctor said, the words were as dead as Peter's death.

"You have to go in and say your goodbyes," Megan stumbled back, more tears running down her cheeks and Kate putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Let's go Megan," Kate said, and her, Megan and the rest of the team walked towards Peter's hospital bed he looked pale, and fragile. Like death had won, Megan grasped his hand and let the memories run through her mind. The good ones, she would always hold onto. And more silent tears made their way down her cheeks.


Everyone left, the team was done mourning, but Megan wasn't she stood at Peter's side letting the memories grab hold of her. She must of cried a river that night, she felt guilty, she felt mad at Wilson, she had mixed emotions running through her head. Mad, Sad, Guilty, but mostly heartbroken.

It was 9:00 the next morning when Megan headed back to her apartment, and listened to a million of sad love songs on Lacey's computer and drank a couple glasses of wine and tried to go to sleep but she couldn't; so she called someone she knew she could trust.

Peter.

Dammit! She forgot, she was so used to him being there for her. She took him for granted, you don't know what you have, until it's gone.

Then she someone she also she knew could trust, Kate.