AN: This chapter is short, yeah; just to test out the new story line.

Also I would like to say that, this story is going to have more of a plot and a point to it than Just Breath did. It's not going to be an obvious plot to begin with, but it's there.

Fires never burn forever. Eventually that run out of oxygen and suffocate themselves. And somewhere along the way it dwindles and all together stops. Sometimes you can see the end coming, sometimes its gradual so you don't even notice until its gone; out of reach and impossible to ever get back.

He trailed his hand over her arm as she slept. The only time he could even do that any more was when sleep provided her with the complete abandon that he so desperate needed. When she slept, when she was so far fallen into her own mind; that was when he could still act like he was in love with her. The only time he could still kiss her head and stroke her arm. Trace his fingers over her collarbone and tell her how much he loved her.

That was why he hardly slept anymore.

She had her back to him. She always faced the door. Almost as if she had to face an escape route. Almost as if she was screaming to be set free.

She probably was.

"Leooooo…." He heard a small voice from the room next-door call out. Leo sighed and hauled himself out of the warm bed, kissed her on the forehead and stepped out.

"Jake? What's up?" Leo rubbed his face and knelt down, bringing himself down to the same level as the small 8-year-old boy in front of him.

He looked just like Piper. Right down to the way his eyes lit up when he smiled, and the way he'd bite his nails when he got nervous.

"I had a bad dream." He sniffled and wiping his runny nose with the back of his right hand. Leo nodded. Jake was having a lot more of these bad dream lately.

"Is Taylor awake too?" He asked and Jake shook his head.

"I didn't wake her." Leo nodded again and took the boys small hand in his and walked him back into his room.

He flipped on the switch and stare at all the blue walls. Typical little boy really. On the wall facing his bed was a huge poster of his favourite soccer star. And above his headboard was another one of the Chicago Bulls team.

"It's okay Jake. Nothing going to hurt you." Leo soothed and stroked hair, pulling the dark blue covers up to cover his small body.

"It was dad…" His voice was quiet and scared, and tear fell onto the pillow. Leo smiled sadly at the boy and pulled him into his arms.

"It's okay. He can't hurt you Jake." He kissed his forehead and placed him back down after a little while. "You okay now?"

Jake nodded slowly and Leo walked towards the door, flipping the switch.

"Love you Leo."

AN: Yep, short but I liked the chapter. I didn't want it to be any longer. Please review and I'll post the next one faster.