She's like fire, brash, overconfident and so alive. Work is her oxygen, she needs it, it makes her burn. And that scares Kate, because no-ones ever been able to ignore her before, no-ones ever found someone more captivating than she is and though sometimes she can be warm, she spends most of her time neutral, a blank piece of paper waiting to be turned into ash and cinders. And Megan does burn her, makes her blush furious and hot and that scares her, that terrifies her. So instead she spends her time flirting with inconsequential morons, men who used to be considered quite the catch, now are just brittle amusements snapping like fishbones under her stilettos.

She was running out of power, losing her spark or her glow or whatever she felt she had when compared to the roaring flames of Megan Hunt, then along crawled a salamander, a slimy little man who though repulsive had felt the searing heat and survived. She could almost feel the residual warmth sometimes, could almost see her in his eyes could almost taste her on his lips. But although she could almost feel her or see her or taste her, she couldn't quite, and that could never be enough.

As soon as Kate had realised her mistake, so had Megan. Now there was no roaring fire to admire from a distance, just ice as sharp as razorblades and cold enough that she couldn't feel anything until she lay alone in her bed. Then all those frozen lacerations would split open and out would pour the tears, stinging and cold as she always was now.

Todd was never really anything, just a mirror she could sometimes imagine seeing Megan's face in instead of her own. But sometimes wasn't good enough and a reflection could only fool her for so long before her fingers touched the cool unrelenting glass. Then the illusion was shattered, thousands of tiny splinters reflecting the broken mess she is sure rests inside her chest.

It's only when that illusion is broken that she can feel warm again, that she can see the real thing that had been masked by the mirror all along. And though sometimes those icy tears still rose inside her as her breath choked in her throat, they evaporated after mere moments as she felt the flames again. Kate never thought she'd enjoy the lick of the flames so much, She could never imagine such a perfect way to burn.

As she lies in bed, warm and not so alone, it's obvious to her now, that Megan burned for her and her alone.