I got this idea during "Stabbed with a White Wench's Black Eye" (1 x 6) when Drake sees Taylor and then the exchange between the two. The story takes off from there and more than likely won't follow the rest of the season. I have also altered some things with the plot to make this story work. As always I own nothing. Enjoy and Review!

Chapter 1

Drake's POV:

I saw Taylor enter the room and she looked amazing. I mean there were a lot of good looking women at the party but none compared to her. She glowed with a fire that outshined anyone on any given day. I felt bad about freaking out on her the other day but what was I supposed to do? I had my orders and I may not agree with the Trags' methods but if it got me closer to my mother I didn't care. She saw me watching her and her eyes instantly smoldered. I was trapped in her eyes their color making me weak at the knees. She walked toward me and I swallowed trying to think of something to say. When she was about a foot away her eyes shifted beyond me and she brushed past me. I turned following her with my eyes and saw her walk up to a server in a white uniform and start flirting with him. I felt a sudden flare of anger and sulked away not wanting to see her throwing herself at some other guy. Sure I might have deserved it for the way I treated her before but now I know I overreacted. Maybe if I could talk to her she would see that I'm not usually suck a jackass. But how was I going to get her alone to talk to her? I couldn't just walk up to her and steal her away from whoever she was talking to. Then I had an idea.

I walked over to the bar and asked for a water and a napkin. I walked over to what looked like a study to grab a pen and wrote out my message. I walked over to one of the servers and handed the drink to him.

"Can you give this to that girl in the red dress?" I asked the young girl. She nodded and left walking toward Taylor. She politely interrupted the conversation and handed Taylor the drink.

"Who's this from?" Taylor asked looking around.

"The man with the tattoos asked me to deliver this to you as well," I snorted at the girl's comment about my "tattoos" as she handed over the napkin with my note on it. Taylor glanced at the message and then looked up and straight at me. I nodded my head at her and ducked into the study again propping the door behind me so she could get in without much trouble.

It seemed like I was waiting in the room for hours but finally Taylor walked into the room slowly and carefully shutting the door behind her.

"I thought you were ignoring me. Especially after you flipped out on me after we had sex." She said sitting carefully on the edge of the desk. I could see the hurt in her eyes but the fire still burned there too.

"Nobody is ignoring you, at least not in that dress," I say walking toward her. She stands up stiffly her posture guarded. "I just want to talk." I say holding out my hand for her to take. She rebuffs my gesture and brushes past me in the small office sitting down in a chair on the other side of the study.

I pull up a seat and sit down trying to think about my plan coming into this meeting. So far it's not going great. I had planned to have her in my arms by now, but this was Taylor so I shouldn't have expected anything less.

"I should probably explain what happened that night, but first I want to say I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that and I know you saw me walk off with your best friend-"

"Former best friend." Taylor corrects me and starts playing with her nails.

"Still it wasn't cool of me to do that. I was there at the party to gather intel on what the Red Hawks were planning and Zoe was my contact. I thought it was you which was why I was so cross with you. Zoe's an Atrian with her markings removed so she can spy for us," I pause letting that information sink in. I see something like a mini war take place in her eyes as she fights to make sense of it all.

"Is that why you kept saying something about a mission and business to attend to?" She asks fingering the necklace around her throat. I nod and continue to let her process. "If Zoe had found you first, would you have slept with her too?" She says this softly and looks away. I cross the room, kneel, and gently lift her face toward mine. I see tears in her eyes, the fire that I love about her has dimmed a little. She won't look directly at me and a tear slips from the corner of her eye and marks a slow path down her face. I brush it away reflexively and she flinches. My heart clenches a little at this and I can't help but want to pull her into my arms and never let go.

"Taylor I told you I made a mistake," I pause trying to think quickly about what to say to get this meeting back on track. "My mistake wasn't sleeping with you, it was leaving you right away with no other explanation. I'm sorry."

"I don't know what to say to that. Am I supposed to forgive you because we had a miscommunication and then you flipped out on me but now you're apologizing so that makes up for everything?" She looks up at me and I see the fire has come back.

"No. That's not what I came here for. I just want to fix things between us. Even if we don't become friends I don't want us to leave things like this especially since we go to the same school so it'll be difficult to avoid you." I say and then bite my tongue "that didn't come out like I had wanted it to."

"Do you ever stop talking before you dig yourself a hole you can't get out of? Or do you get a thrill out of trying to sweet talk your way out of a situation?" Taylor asked me pulling free of my grip and storming toward the door. Her dress catches on the underside of the chair and she falls forward. I catch her around her waist before she falls. Her arms automatically wrap around me for support, one arm wrapping around my neck the other around my bicep. Our faces are so close I can feel her breath on my face and I have to resist the urge to kiss her. Up close her eyes are so bright I can see my reflection in them. She inhales and then surges forward kissing me.

Taylor's POV

I would be lying if I still wasn't bitter about what happened the other day. I mean who has sex and then just freaks out on that person? Anyway after mother insisted that I come to the benefit, I finally felt ready to go. I had my favorite designer dress on and I knew I looked good in it. I walked into the party and said hello to a few of my classmates and teachers but my eyes were searching for one specific man- or Atrian that is. I saw him standing alone off the center of the room. I refused to let it show that he surprised me with how good he looked in a tux. I stared him down and walked toward him. I smirked when I saw him swallow visibly and then tore my gaze off of him and looked beyond him to the servant standing behind him. I walked up to him and brushed my hand over his chest pretending to admire his uniform. He looked good in his white tux but he was nothing compared to the man I really wanted. I laughed and pretended that he said something funny and when I glanced behind me and saw Drake had left I took a glass off the server's tray and downed it quickly. The server looked at me funny but I just smiled and put the glass back on the tray, taking another glass with me I walked over to where a few of my friends were standing.

I was starting to get bored when a server tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a glass of water. Who the heck give you a glass of water. I thought looking around.

"Who's this from?" I asked not seeing anyone in particular eyeing me.

"The man with the tattoos asked me to deliver this to you as well," She pointed over her shoulder and I saw who the "tattooed" man was. Drake was trying hard (and failing miserably) to not look at me. I thanked the server and then looked down at the note.

We need to talk, please. Meet me in the study on the first floor?

I looked up at Drake and saw him watching me carefully. He nodded his head and ducked into what I assumed was the study. I am conflicted. On one hand the thought of being alone with him again makes me nervous (the good and bad kind of nervous) and on the other hand I felt like I should go in there and tell him off. I stayed with the group of friends for a while still pondering if I should or shouldn't follow Drake.

I downed another glass of champagne and then excused myself from the group. I walked through the door and carefully shut it behind me.

"I thought you were ignoring me. Especially after you flipped out on me after we had sex." I said sitting carefully on the edge of the desk. I looked down at my bracelet trying to keep my emotions in check.

"Nobody is ignoring you, at least not in that dress," Drake says walking toward me. I stand up stiffly, weary of him and what he's going to do. "I just want to talk." he says holding out his hand for me to take. I glance down at his hand and know if I accept his hand I'll start crying so I brush past him in the small office and sit down in a chair on the other side of the study.

Drake pulls up a chair beside mine and sighs heavily.

"I should probably explain what happened that night, but first I want to say I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that and I know you saw me walk off with your best friend-" Drake starts but I cut him off.

"Former best friend." I say pretending to take a sudden interest in my nails as if this conversation was boring me.

"Still it wasn't cool of me to do that. I was there at the party to gather intel on what the Red Hawks were planning and Zoe was my contact. I thought it was you which was why I was so cross with you. Zoe's an Atrian with her markings removed so she can spy for us," He pauses and I sit there slightly dumbfounded. For all her comments about the Atrians and how they were disgusting, I would have never guessed she was one of them. This realization makes me even more skeptical of Drake and whatever he has to say next.

"Is that why you kept saying something about a mission and business to attend to?" I ask fingering the necklace around my throat. He nods and continues to let me process what he's told me. "If Zoe had found you first, would you have slept with her too?" I say softly, looking away as the tear start escaping.

Drake kneels in front of me, and gently lifts my face toward his. I don't resist even though something in me tells me to, but I won't look directly at him as the tears slip from the corner of my eye and make a slow path down my face probably ruining my makeup. He reaches up and brushes the tears away with gentle fingers but I flinch anyway.

"Taylor I told you I made a mistake," I blanch at what he says sucking in a large breath. "My mistake wasn't sleeping with you, it was leaving you right away with no other explanation. I'm sorry." He says this gently but I am hurt and don't want to accept his apology, not yet anyway.

"I don't know what to say to that. Am I supposed to forgive you because we had a miscommunication and then you flipped out on me but now you're apologizing so that makes up for everything?" I look at him and I can see the shift in his eyes. He sees that this is not going the way he wants it to. I silently feel proud of myself for not totally giving in to him.

"No. That's not what I came here for. I just want to fix things between us. Even if we don't become friends I don't want us to leave things like this especially since we go to the same school so it'll be difficult to avoid you." Drake stutters and then adds hastily,"that didn't come out like I had wanted it to."

"Do you ever stop talking before you dig yourself a hole you can't get out of? Or do you get a thrill out of trying to sweet talk your way out of a situation?" I say furious at him and stand to remove myself from this situation.

Unfortunately my dress must have become trapped under the chair leg because as I stand and walk forward my dress catches and I fall forward. Drake's arms reach out and catch me and I wrap one arm around his neck and the other catches on his bicep. Our faces are so close I can see flecks of green in his bright blue eyes. Thankfully he seems just as surprised as me. I stand there petrified for a few seconds before the stress of this situation finally causes me to act. The hand I have around his shoulder slips up to the back of his head and pulls him down to my height and I kiss him. He reacts and pulls me closer by my hips. I put one hand on his chest and let my other hand relax, since he is now bending down and I can reach him, and rest it on the back side of his neck. He pulls away first and looks at me. I smile at him still unsure of what just happened. He reaches up and cups my face and bends down for another kiss. I comply and this time the kiss is softer, not less passionate, just slower, less rushed than before. I pull away this time and clear my throat.

I see a mirror in the room and walk over to it, checking my makeup to make sure it wasn't completely ruined. My mascara is a little streaky but nothing a tissue can't fix. I dab at my makeup and see Drake looking at me in the mirror. I give him a small smile and beckon him closer when I see my lipstain has slightly rubbed off onto his lips. He comes closer and I wet the tissue with the glass of water Drake had given me earlier.

"Bend down please," I say facing him.

"Gonna kiss me again?" Drake asks teasingly but he listens and bends down. I brace one hand on his strong jaw and dab the cloth at his lips wiping the stain away. "Thanks. I guess it would look kinda funny if I had lipstick on."

"Red's not your color," I tease him releasing my hold on his face.

"It may not be my color, but it is certainly your color." he says and his eyes rake up and down my body. I blush madly and look at the floor. His hand brushes my cheek "Pink's a pretty color on you too."

"We better get back to the party. It sounds like it's starting to die down." I say half wanting to get away from his intense gaze before something besides kissing happened, and also remembering that the Atrian's have a curfew and the bus will leave without them.

Drake opens the door and looks out into the room. He walks boldly out the room and I follow more slowly behind him. I'm a little ashamed that I probably just got caught walking out of a closed room with Drake in someone else's home, but my heart is also fluttering so quickly I think it might explode from my chest and I feel giddy. Drake walks me to the front door and then out to my car. I turn around and fish my keys out of my handbag but my hands are shaking so much I drop them. Without missing a beat Drake bends down, picks them up and hands them to me. I thank him and hold onto his hand. It's a little chilly since the sun set but his hands warm mine.

"I know this isn't easy but I think what we have is something that can't be ignored. I will do whatever it takes to make you mine and prove that what we did wasn't a mistake." He says staring into my eyes. He is lit from behind by the porch lights giving him a sort of halo of light. I stifle a laugh at the thought of Drake being an angel.

"I'll see you monday." I say not yet ready to face what this actually is. He kisses my forehead and turns toward the bus that will take him back to the Sector. I get in my car and rest my forehead on the steering wheel. What have you gotten yourself into? I ask myself finally pulling away from the party and heading home.