His fingers drummed a little uneasy on the hood behind him as he leaned against the front of Faye's car. He was waiting for her, in a dimly lit garage at her work while he already knew she'd most likely didn't want to talk to him, not after his asshole behavior at the opening.. if that didn't scream 'classic stalker' than he didn't know what did. But on the other hand, it wasn't like he could call her, or go to Leon's where she stayed without starting another fight.

He checked his watch again before his eyes wandered down the row of cars like they had done only a few minutes ago. He still had no idea what he was going to say to her when he saw her, he should have prepared something other than the obvious 'Sorry I'm such an ass'. She deserved better than that. Ah, shit..

His back straightened slightly when he heard footsteps coming his way, while he reminded himself once more he was no stalker. He was only here to tell her he was sorry he fucked up, again, and that he'd leave her the hell alone next time their paths crossed, that was all.

Faye let out a yawn as her fingers brushed through her hair, her hand held her bag loosely, while her other hand rummaged around for the keys to her car. It was late, and she knew by the time she got out the sun would already be set. Letting out another yawn she swallowed, as the doors to the elevator opened and the under ground garage came into view.

Finally her fingers clenched around her keys, and they jangled in her hand as she made her way towards her car, keys dangling loosely in her hand. The sound of her ringing phone draw her attention and she dropped her gaze to her bag, walking and trying to find the ringing phone.

By the time she reached it, it had stopped ringing and she sighed, dropping it to her bag, if it was important they’d ring back, or leave a message. Her gaze lifted, landing on the man lent against her car.

With hammering heart she furrowed her brow, both shocked and confused as to why he was there…especially after everything he had said. Clenching her jaw she swallowed and let out a soft breath, if he was here to start something again. She had no idea what to think, or what to do, her heart was hammering so rapidly beneath her chest that she had to take in a calming breath, and she knew it had nothing to do with him startling her…it was still there….everything she had felt for him. “Jack” She mumbled, “What…why are you here”

"Hey, uhm.." He moved away from her car, and made sure he kept a comfortable distance between them when he moved only a little ways closer to her. He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, and drew his tongue over his lower lip while he searched for the right words to say, anything..

"I uh.. acted like an ass.." He mumbled, nodding softly at his own words before he fully looked at her. It wasn't exactly great, but in the end it was as good of a start as any.. It never came easy to him to admit whenever his behavior hadn't been anything close to pretty, but he had messed up more than he liked, or could deal with, in the short amount of time of only a few weeks. He had said he wouldn't care if she hated him, but he knew damn well that had been a lie.

"I never should have said those things, I had no right hurting you like that.. So if you wanna take a shot at me now, I'm wide open." He smiled while he raised his hands, though there was no amusement behind any of it. He deserved to be smacked around, and Leon hadn't done a nearly good enough of a job in his opinion.

There it went again, her heart was once more hammering beneath her chest, her lower lip was drawn between her teeth as she watched him, as he took a step towards her, she took one back, even though he hadn’t stepped to close, and kept a comfortable distance, she was nervous, she had settled with Jeremy, felt happy, but now Jack was stood in front of her, that look in his eyes, it made her shiver.

Dark eyes shifted over to his face, listening to his words, a soft scoff falling from her lips, “An ass” She muttered licking her lips, readjusting her bag on her shoulder she watched him, brow furrowing at his words. Taking a shot at him sounded like an amazing thing, but she knew it would change nothing. “Your hurt me Jack” She stated softly as she looked at him, dark eyes sparkling as she nibbled the inside of her lip, clearly showing her nerves in front of him, something she had been sure she would never be. “I get I hurt you, showing up with Jer” Shaking her head she let out a soft breath fingers running through her hair.

“Im not gonna take a shot at you, it wont change anything Jack” Licking her lips she let out a soft breath, “Iv moved on, so have you” Lowering her gaze she sighed, shifting her weight ever so slightly.

There was a small tense in his body when Jeremy's name fell, but nothing else.. he would not allow himself to go down that road, and hurt her again. He dropped his arms down to his sides, and shoved his hands in his pockets when she refused to hit him. If only it did change something, maybe make things easier or none existant between them.

He lowered his gaze away from her, and smiled wryly down at the ground at her next words. Oh yeah.. he had moved on greatly, fucking the first chick he could find. He'd laugh if it wasn't so damned sad.

"Ok.." He mumbled, nodding softly once more before he lifted his eyes back on her. His brow furrowed when he looked at her, really looked at her. He had noted the step back she had taken when he had moved forward, but now he noted the nibbling on her lip, the fingers running through her hair and the shifting of her weight almost just as easily.

"You look nervous.. Am I making you nervous?" He inclined his head while he watched her before he shook his head. He hadn't meant to spook her if he had. "Maybe I shouldn't have come here.."

Faye had known Jack long enough to catch his subtle movements, he probably thought he was doing a good job at hiding it but he had seen the tense in his body, had seen the way his name had affected him, and apart of her was glad, glad that it was hurting him, but another part, a part that was slowly winning out, hated the fact she had caused him any kind of pain. She had to force herself to stand her ground, not to move towards him, why was it so difficult, why was Jeremy completely out of her mind when Jack was stood in front of her.

His words made her frown, obviously he could read her as well as he could read him, which was funny cus she didn’t even realize she was doing anything to show her nerves, it just went to show how little she actually knew herself. Heaving in a breath she nodded her head, “You scare me Jack, and I never thought id say that about you” She heaved in a breath, dark eyes locked on him, she wasn’t scared of him hurting her, no she knew he’d never do that, but she had seen the look in his eyes at the opening, that deep anger it had chilled her to the very core.

Swallowing she licked her lips this time she stepped a little closer to him, moving past him to rest against her car, “Why did you come here” She questioned with a raised brow, “If it was just to say sorry you could have done that by phone” Lowering her gaze she swallowed, her voice almost now a whisper, “You didn’t have to come here…torture us both”

Jack furrowed his brow at her words. He scared her.. He hadn't meant to scare her, not now, not at the opening, not ever, but than he had never meant to hurt her either.. He hadn't physically, but in the end it was just as bad.

"Come on, Faye. Would you have answered if you saw my number pop up?" He turned around to face her, raising his eyebrows slightly when he looked at her. He hadn't tried, no, and maybe he hadn't tried because he wanted to see her in person, without.. He let out a breath as he moved to rest next to her against her car, still within comfortable distance.

"You know.. He has it easier than I did.." He started softly and seemingly out of nowhere, his brow furrowing as he stared down at the tarmac in front of him. "He never had to see what I saw, he never had to do what I did.. And now he's the one who gets to play the knight in shining armor, prince charming.." He could say it without hatred, or resentment in his voice, it was just that damned tension in his body that wouldn't go away. He hated what everything had done to him, and he hated even more what everything had done to her. He smiled wryly before he shrugged it all off. "But I guess I should say that it's ok though, right? Cause I was the one who ended it.."

Faye turned her gaze over towards him with a slight frown, dark eyes narrowing as she looked at him, they both knew the answer, but the truth was, he hadn’t tried, he had decided to come here instead, to torture the both of them,. Sighing she watched him move towards her, moving to rest against her car, his body to far away for her liking, yet far to close all at the same time.

When he started talking she wanted to stop him, to interrupt him, yet she didn’t, she just let him talk, she wanted to hear what he said. He was keeping his cool but she knew differently, it was just as hard for him as it was for her. This was the close she had gotten to hearing him open up about what had happened. Sighing she looked over at him “Yea Jack you should…we both should be able to say its okay…we both know we cant”

Her head turned so she was looking at him, like this she had the urge to reach out towards him, but didn’t, she knew she couldn’t, she had lost that right when he ended it. “I cant pretend to know what it was like Jack” Shaking her head she dropped her gaze down to the red paintwork under them. “I cant even yell at you for not talking to me, cus hell we both know I didn’t” She stated softly, “But” Shaking her head she shrugged, she had no idea what to say to him.

Jack laughed dryly at her words. He was sure he had given her plenty of other reasons to yell at him, and him not talking had been the least of their problems. In the end it was what had replaced the talking that became his biggest problem, and alcohol had quickly become his best friend and worst enemy. It was sad really.

"But what.." He furrowed his brow as he turned his head to look at her, but all she was looking at was the red paint of the car behind them. He moved closer to her, leaving the bullshit of 'comfortable distance' behind as his hand touched the side of her face and softly urged her to look at him. If she didn't know by now she could say anything to him, no matter what it was..

"But what..?" He repeated softly as he looked at her. "I'm not here to mess with you.." He might be here to mess with himself, he wasn't sure.. but that was a whole different story ,and the thought was soon brushed aside when he dropped his hand again. He probably shouldn't have touched her in the first place.

His hand was warm against her face, it was familiar, welcoming…wanted. Her dark gaze lifted from the paint work of her car and settled on his face. He had suddenly gotten closer, to close and yet not close enough, it didn’t take her long to realize that all she had to do was shift, just enough and she could lean in, her lips would be on his. Thankfully he spoke, tearing her away from her thoughts. Swallowing she shrugged, watching as his hand fell, “I don’t know any more”

Her gaze dropped for a fraction of a second, desperately trying to cling to the last piece of self control she had, he wasn’t here to mess with her? Oh but he was doing such a good job of it, she could hardly think straight, her heart was pounding beneath her chest, feelings and memories they all came rushing back. Swallowing she lifted her gaze and looked at him once more “It doesn’t change anything Jack, truth of the matter is when the going got tough we both just gave up”

Licking her lips her head tilted to the side, she wanted to touch him again, or him to touch her, she didn’t really know any longer, the more she was near him, the more she wanted him, the more confused she was getting. Furrowing her brow she closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh, “How can something so perfect go so wrong Jack” Her dark eyes opened, flicking to look at him, begging for some answer she could understand.

Her question, it fell on him like a ton of bricks. How could something so perfect go so wrong? How could he answer that when he had none.. He had let all the shit get the better of him, and he had shut himself off because he thought it would make things easier, but when all was said and done.. It had only become harder, much fucking harder.

"I don't know.." He whispered, the urge to touch her again driving him to lift his hand once more. His fingers brushed lightly over the side of her face as he brought his own face closer to hers. He smiled softly as he looked her in her eyes. He had no idea what he was doing anymore, he hadn't known for the longest time..

"What if I told you I wished I had never let you walk out that door.." He whispered, his fingers continuing their soft ministrations on her skin as he closed the last of the small gap. He pressed his lips against hers in a soft kiss before another longer one followed, one that grew with a certain need while he slowly began to realize what he was doing. Something wrong.. Right? Than why didn't it feel that way to him. Why did he rather torture himself than face up to the fact he had lost her, that he had been stupid enough to end it and let it drive himself to the edge of insanity. Goddamn it he missed her.

A soft sigh fell from parted lips as his hand lifted, touching the side of her face, caressing her cheek softly like he had done many times before. She knew what he was going to do before he did it, and she knew in the back of her mind that she should have stopped him, but she didn’t, instead his lips pressed against hers and a soft moan fell from her lips as he deepened the kiss. God if she hadn’t missed that, hadn’t missed his lips against hers, missed the way he felt, tasted.

Her hand lifted, pressing against his chest, pushing, then with more strength, and she scooted away from him, sliding of the car and to her feet in an instant, she knew if she hadn’t things would have gotten much worse, they were after all in a deserted underground parking lot, her car sat behind them both.

Heaving in a trembling breath she allowed his words to register, her hand lifted, pressing against her lips as tears burned her eyes. Sighing she looked at him, “I’d tell you its to late” She whispered, dark eyes watching him, “I don’t know if I could ever go back” Sighing she slowly returned to the hood of her car, her gaze turning to look at him “You said it yourself Jack, we’re not good together, that we’d never work”

Jack rested back against the car once more, and closed his eyes for a moment while he furrowed his brow. He had been afraid she was going to say that, and his own words would be thrown right back in his face. Too goddamn late..

"I.. am a fucking idiot.."He mumbled when he opened his eyes again, a half hearted smile crossing his lips as he nodded softly. There was nothing else to it, he was a fucking idiot. He had let her walk out of his life, hell, he had even told her to.. and now? Now he wished he could've eaten his words.

He drew his tongue over his lip, still tasting her there before he looked at her. He wanted to hear that soft moan from her again, or those much louder ones he knew so well.. But who was he kidding, he was only driving himself crazy, craving for something he could no longer have. He was so goddamned good at that, fuck something amazing up and then want it back..

"So this is really it.. no more me and you.." He whispered while his brow furrowed once more. He wasn't even sure if he was asking, or merely observing.. but he was sure that if he was asking, he didn't want to hear an answer.

His muttered words made her frown, she scoffed quietly to herself, she had waited for to hear those words from his lips, that he would come to his senses and tell her how stupid he had been, that it had been the heat of the moment, and he wanted her just as much as she wanted him, yet now she was hearing them, it just confused her so much more, because now there was Jeremy, a man she knew she was falling for, and yet, here she sat, next to her ex, the one person who had just kissed her, and even if it was for only a short moment, who she had kissed back, and Jeremy had been far from her thoughts.

His gaze returned to hers probing her, and her dark eyes closed, turning away from him, she couldn’t do it, couldn’t look at him and remain composed, she knew what he wanted, knew now why he had come here, and some part of her wanted it, wanted it so bad, yet another part yelled at her, reminding her of the man who was waiting for her.

Turning towards him a soft sigh fell from her lips as she shook her head, brow furrowed as she watched him, “Do you ever see us working?” She questioned softly, “You don’t get to do this Jack” She whispered, tears springing to her eyes, “You don’t get to end it and then come and tell me you didn’t mean, that you want me” Chocking back the sob that threatened to escape her she eyed him, with tears shinning in her dark eyes. “I told you there was no going back Jack”

His brow furrowed deeper the longer he watched her, the longer he listened to her. He hadn't really had a plan when he had decided to come here, only that he had wanted to apologize for his behavior at the opening. But being this close to her, having her taste linger on his lips, his tongue.. he knew now there was more, and he had only been fooling himself. He wasn't here to say he was sorry, at least not for his behavior at the opening. He fucking loved her, he loved her in a way he had always been afraid of loving anyone, of showing anyone.. but not this time, not anymore. He'd fight the fight he should have fought months ago, and he'd make a fool out of himself if he had to..To hell with her telling him it was too late. It was never too fucking late..

"And why don't I get to do this, huh? I had you.. Who cares if I ever see us working." He muttered before he moved. His hands were planted on the hood she was sat on, one on each side of her hips when he stood in front of her. "All I know is, is that I want you. I want you now, I want you tomorrow, I want you when you're 90 years old and I can't even remember my own name.." His eyes darted between hers as his jaws tensed slightly under his emotions. "But you can go back to him if you think that'll make you happy. Because when you're happy, I'm happy.. right?" He stared at her a moment longer before he scoffed and shook his head, lowering his gaze down and away from her. His last words were complete and utter bullshit. A crap ass line, made up by crap ass people. He wanted her to be happy, yes.. but him? Fuck that..

Faye clenched her jaw, he was making it worse, everything he said, everything he did was making it worse, she wanted to be able to forget him, to move on with her life, to just deal with it, live happily with Jeremy, yet he was stood in front of her, his bright sparkling eyes locked on her face telling her he loved her that he wanted her, that he wanted his life with her. Heaving in a trembling breath she let out it out, a tear falling from the corner of her eye, dropping her gaze away from his she sighed, lifting a hand to wipe it away just as quickly as it fell.

“Don’t” She whispered, “Please” Lifting her gaze she looked him directly in the eye, why was this so god damn hard, why couldn’t she turn away, move away from him, shaking her head she let out a soft breath. “Why Jack” She questioned, “Why end it huh” Titling her head she hesitantly lifted her hand, almost afraid of what would come of it, before she pressed it gently against his cheek, her body sliding closer to hers, “Why do this now….two weeks Jack, why wait for me to find someone else” Furrowing her brow she looked at him letting out a soft breath, the longer she stayed in his presence she remembered why she loved him, why she fell for him, and she couldn’t think of a reason why not to go back home with him….except the small voice in the back of her head reminding her of Jeremy.

"I already told you why, Faye.. It's because I'm a fucking idiot, I let all of it get the better of me, and for that I am sorry. But I'll never be sorry for loving you the way I do.." His eyes closed when her hand rested against his cheek. Finally she was touching him, finally she wasn't pushing him away. He lifted his own to rest on hers before he opened his eyes once more while his fingers laced with hers. He lowered both their hands down, pressing hers against his chest, right above his heart. "You feel that? It beats for you.. It has since the first moment I saw you, and I didn't even know who you were.."

He slowly moved his hand away from hers, resting it back on the hood next to her thigh once more. His eyes remained holding on to her gaze, and as her body slid closer to his, his leaned in closer to hers. Her face was only one small move away from touching, and he could feel her breath brush over his skin. Like this.. it was almost unbearable to hold himself back. He craved for another kiss from her, the want to feel her under him growing with each passing second as his eyes trailed over her face down to her lips.

"But if you don't love me anymore, and if you don't want me anymore.. Than I want to hear you say it, tell me now and I'll walk away.." He whispered as he lifted his eyes back up to meet hers once more. If she'd tell him to walk now, she might as well rip his heart out of his chest right here on this very spot.. But he'd do as he had said.. he would walk.

Her mouth opened ever so slightly, almost as if words were going to slip from her lips, yet no words came, she couldn’t think of what to say, what was there to say, how could she tell him it was okay, that she understood why he did it, because she didn’t, not one bit. Things had been bad, terrible, every moment of every day had been hard to bare, the act of breathing had pulled at an ache in her chest and she had pushed him away, turned away from him, but she would have never dreamt of ending it, not once, her heart was his…no her heart had been his…still was…oh she no longer knew.

The fingers entwined like they had done many times before, it was almost as if nothing had changed, that they were still together, whole and in love, not separate. Slowly he lowered their hands and she frowned, furrowing her brow at his words, if he hadn’t been so serious, and the situation not so intense she would have told him how corny he was being but she couldn’t bring herself to, to break the moment.

Then he had to do it, ask the one question she couldn’t answer, especially with him standing so close, his breath warm against her face, his eyes so intense and filled with pain. How could she answer that question, denying it would mean it had all been a lie and she knew it wasn’t, none of it was, they had been real, true…alive. “I cant” She turned her gaze away from him, she loved him, god damn it she did, it burned her chest, her eyes stung, hands trembling as she let out a deep, trembling breath. She couldn’t lie to him, she knew she couldn’t, he would know it the seconds the words were out of her mouth, she loved him and some part of her wanted him.

"If you can't, than I can.." He had barely mumbled the soft words or his hand lifted to rest against the back of her head, and his lips pressed against hers with need. His other hand moved to the small of her back, his fingers finding their way under the hem of her top and caressed the soft skin they found there as he held her against him. Why couldn't she just give him an answer, when this felt so right.. why couldn't she just tell him to stay like he should have told her.

He rested his forehead against hers as he closed his eyes, his hands staying where they were, one loosely on the back of her head and the other on the skin of the small of her back. "Tell me to walk, tell me not to walk.. tell me something, and I'll do it.." He whispered before he swallowed thickly. She couldn't toy with him the way he had toyed with her, the way he had toyed with himself. He knew how hard it had been without her when he had walked out on her, and still he had managed to get those words over his lips, he had told her to walk out that door even after she had made clear it was his last chance..

"I fucking hate this.. I screwed up everything.." He whispered. "And I know I can't take any of it back, but.." But he was all but begging on his knees for something, anything that told him she still loved him.. Which was funny in itself, because he never thought he would ever do something like this. But he didn't care, he didn't care he was making a total idiot out of himself, and was aiming for more hurt by asking what he was asking of her.

He was doing it again, kissing her, breeching the gap between them, and god damn it was letting him, hell she was enjoying it, she wanted this, from the moment she had walked out of the door, she had wanted this. She swallowed down the moan, her eyes drifting closed as his hands sent tingles of pleasure down her spine as his fingers tickled against the skin of her back.

All to soon he was pulling away from her and as he rested his forehead against hers she had no idea what to say, what to do…she was caught between a rock and a hard place, between the man she loved, stood right in front of her, every fibre in her being calling out to him, and then the man she knew in time she could love, the man who held her heart in so many ways. Licking her lips she tasted him there, it was a familiar taste one that reminded her of all the times they had shared.

Biting the inside of her lip she slid further forward, breeching the small gap that had been between them, her hand lifted, smoothing over his cheek, up over his neck, fingers smoothing through the hairs at the nape of his neck, her other hand smoothed under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin.

“I love you Jack” Drawing her lower lip between her teeth she let out a soft sigh, but was it really enough now, was it really enough. Clenching her jaw she shook her head, “But can we go back” She questioned, but her words were soft, and she doubted if he had heard, he was here, in front of her, all but begging for her to go back to him.

Her gaze turned away from him, body moving to slip away, to leave his side, but a moment later, a groan slipped from her lips and she pressed herself against him, lips pressing against his in a rough, needy kiss.