Return to where we met..To start a-new (open to all)

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Mica stared at Deans console where the place and date stared at her in bright red letters. She was back in Florence, Italy. But this time the year was 2013. She stared at the name of the place before looking down at a photo album in her lap. She had the page of it turned to a page with fancy calligraphy written on top of the page. The words read "In Memory" and where written in an antique gold color. Underneath the words were three pictures of people that she had lost and never wanted to forget. One was her father Malcom Harllow in his Marine blues holding a smiling four year old Mica and underneath the picture were the words "Remember me" written in the same gold as the words on top. The last words he ever told her. Beside his was a picture of her husband, turned TARDIS, Dean Foster who was sitting on the hood of an old car and pointing his wrench at the camera covered in grease and scowling at Mica who had taken the picture. Under his picture in the same color were the words "I'm still here" something he always told her in the past. Under her fathers picture was one of a little girl with curly blond hair smiling and holding up a picture she drew; her daughter Alyssia Foster. Underneath the picture where the words "Be Happy Mommy" which is something the litter 4 year old always said to her. She stared at the empty space and then back to her right hand which held a picture of her dressed in her Renaissance  costume next to a smiling Lochlan Bo'Ran whose hand was wrapped around her waist. She sighed at the picture and placed some glue on the back and put it gently next to the picture of her daughter. She reaches in her pocket pulls out her antique gold calligraphy pen and tries to write down words under his picture befor dropping the pen and standing up from her chair letting the book fall to the ground.

"Why..." she looks at the console at the name Florence, Italy...the place she first met him. "Why here...Dean WHY did you bring me here?!" she snaps at his console, her hearts tearing as she remembers their encounter in Florence . She listens to Dean buzz and hum his explanation." 'To grieve'...thats why you brought me here? so I could grieve for him?" she asks Dean now calm but still miffed. "Dean i dont need nor do i WANT to grieve for him.....I grieve for no one not even you!" she says to him before realizing what she said and looking at Dean in shock. "I...I didnt mean that Dean" she says apologetically while touching one of his levers. She hated when she snapped at people..or Dean. It was a nasty trait passed down from her mother. She got all her hated traits from her mother. Her temper, her mischievous nature, her rage and violence, and worst of all her 'shoot now regret later attitude'. She hated these traits granted they got her out of trouble but they also were the cause at some points. She looked down at her feet and stormed out of Dean before she said something even more hurtful to him. She stared at city in front of her. Maybe Dean was right, maybe she did need to grieve for Lochlan...but that would not be easy for her. Tears and showing sadness never were easy for her. She would always bottle it up inside her hearts and find a way to move on. But this time moving on was not easy for her and for the lives of her she didn't know why. She turned back to Dean to get her backpack but decided against it....she didn't want it...not now and possibly not ever. She sighed and slowly walked into the city trying to find something to help her cope but she didnt know what would help her.