by Judith Freudenthal

Nick and Natalie were in the loft after work. Nick's in one of his self pitying moods and Natalie's angry.

"Nat, you should stay away from me. I'm no good for you. I'm cursed."

"Nick, you're not cursed. If anyone is I am. Everyone I know drops dead before their time. Look at the murder rate of my friends and family. If anyone should be feeling sorry for themselves it is me."

"Nat, you just have bad luck."

"No, Nick, I'm the cursed one. If you stick around me you'll probably die too. Or be found out. Remember when LC framed you and I tried to help?" Nick nodded and Nat continued, "I only made it worse. I got you convicted. Some help I was."

"That wasn't your fault. You had to mislabel the samples to cover for me."

"I never should have done that. I almost got you killed because they transferred you during the day."

"That wasn't the first time I had to be outside during the day. I survived with no problem. You figured it out and cleared me."

LaCroix entered the room. "Would you both stop it. You're making me sick. Dr. Lambert I didn't know you had such dark tastes. " A wicked smirk crossed his face. "You two are perfect for each other. Nicholas, I was wrong to try and keep you and her apart."

The end

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