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Pairing: sorta Garret/Jordan, with vague references to Garret/Rene and Garret/Lily

Summary: GJ 'That's just it, Garret; you don't know what you want anymore.'

Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: The ending went all weird and dumb on me. Sorry.

I Want You

"How are you holding up?"

She stood in the doorway of his office, leaning against the wooden frame. Her expression was curious, yet compassionate; calm, but her eyes betrayed her.

He could always tell what she was thinking when he looked in them, in the dark pools of brown. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he remembered something someone had once told him. "You're meant to be with someone if you can see yourself in their eyes."

He didn't always see himself in her eyes. Most of the time he could get lost in them and see straight through to what she was hiding in her heart, and then she would give in and tell him, just like how she could see right past his façade of indifference and cut to what felt like his very soul.

Right now, he couldn't. There were rare times that he couldn't meet her gaze, and this was one of them. He was too vulnerable, too exposed, and he needed to be alone.

"Fine," he replied curtly, breaking eye contact and once more turning his attention to his desk.

"Yeah… no you're not."

He could hear her shuffling over to his desk where she perched on the edge of it. He tried to work with her sitting there, but he really couldn't. And he could feel her eyes watching his every move.

"C'mon, Garret," she probed teasingly, "how's my bestest girlfriend?"

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "I said I was fine."

"And I said I didn't believe you." She bent her head so it was a mere centimetre from his face and stared at him, confident he would break down. "So what?"

The words came before he could stop them, and he sat in shocked silence at what they said.

"I want you."

Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open into a silent 'oh'.

They sat there, all but nose-to-nose, not moving, for a full two minutes until Garret, heart thumping erratically in his chest, finally exhaled. "Look, Jordan, I don't-"

It was the sound of his voice that brought her back to earth, and she blinked, and she was hit with the full reality of the situation. A rush of emotions ran through her; shock, elation, fear, guilt, then ultimately, anger.

"That's right you don't."

He frowned. "What?"

Jordan glared at him. "You heard me. What the hell were you thinking?" she snapped, suddenly irritated and angry and wanting so badly to get away from him it hurt. She hopped off the desk. The air was suffocating her, and she needed to leave.

She closed her eyes and sank against the door. "That's just it, Garret. You don't know what you want anymore." At his quiet, she opened her eyes and blinked back tears. "Don't. Just… don't."

The click of the door opening and closing had him sitting with his head in his hands.

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