This is my first fan fiction, the chapter is pretty short but I hope it's written well enough that some of you guys are curious enough to find out what happened between Trunks & Pan in this story. I will dedicate myself to writing chapters for this depending on the amount of readers I have. For ANYONE that finishes this chapter, I would love to hear your thoughts, constructive criticism is always welcome. :)

Present Day

Pan drove down the narrow highway passing an endless amount of pine trees. She had passed the city limits forty minutes ago and had not seen another sign of civilization since.

The low rumbling of her car's engine and the dull scenery did not encourage her tired body to stay alert; her eyelids only got heavier after each mile.

'The things I do for my job' she sighed at her thought and quickly turned on the radio that released blaring music, the last thing she needed was to fall asleep behind the wheel.

A month ago, she had moved back home after finishing her business degree at Staten University and two weeks after she had landed a job at Capsule Corp as the CEO's personal assistant. Needless to say, she was very proud of herself. She couldn't help but smirk, her hard work throughout college had definitely paid off, but she was aware that being friends with the family that owned the company had boosted up her chances of being hired.

She realized the long trip to the outskirts of town was over as she approached the overly modern structure her boss called a home. By the looks of the house it had cost a fortune…another luxury her boss indulged himself in.

"Finally" she exclaimed happily and excited that she managed not to get lost.

Pan parked in front of the house not wanting to take up the space in the driveway next to the white R8 fearing that, if she were to even scratch an inch of the paint on the $180,000 car, her insurance would not cover it.

"Ok, let's see here…" she scrambled for a few papers that needed to be signed for tomorrow. Contract, contract, approval for new project, contract and…

"Soup" she said before almost forgetting the concoction she prepared for her sickly boss and friend, hence the reason she drove out to the middle of nowhere just to deliver documents. He had already been out for four days. The fact that his absence at the office was affecting her performance at work annoyed her beyond belief. She was sure his business partners would blame her for Trunk's inability to get things done on time, after all she was suppose to make sure he lived his life as was written in her schedule.

Pan stepped out of the car with all the folders in her hand and the soup container over them holding everything down with her chin. She walked quickly to the front door and inserted the spare key she was given when she started working for him.

This was the second time she had been to the house and it took her breath away all over again. The modern furnishings in the living room had a slight contemporary look that made the space less hotel-like and homier. The complete back wall of the house was glass and Pan's most favorite feature.

She stared seemingly at the vast lake and smiled—if there was a heaven, this house was right smack in the middle of it. Remembering why she was here in the first place she got back to business…

"TRUNKS?" Only the echo of her voice answered back and she grimaced. 'For his sake I hope he didn't leave with Marron'. From what she had heard from his previous assistant it wasn't unlikely for him to ditch work and say he was sick just so he could spend a few days with his girlfriend—Pan didn't blame him, his job took out a lot from a person.

She put the folders and the soup container on the kitchen counter. "I might have you for dinner" she said looking at the container intently and sprinted up the stairs towards his bedroom.

The usually bright room was barely lit by a streak of light that peered through a crack between the curtains. All of the sudden she was reminded of how tired she was as she scanned the room for his bed. 'If he's not here I might as well take advantage…' her train of thought was cut off when she saw a sleeping form wrapped up on the bed.

Pan looked on curiously as she approached the queen bed. It was odd seeing Trunks there, he was rarely in his bed during midday unless he was engaging in "extra-curricular activities" as he put it. The comment had made Pan chuckle a little as it reminded her of the weekend he had driven up to the university to visit her. They had drifted apart since…the smirk she had faltered a bit.

"Trunks?" she whispered as she knelt down next to his bed and shook his form lightly to not startle him.

Trunk's head appeared out of the heavy blanket that was covering his entire body. "Hey Panny" He greeted her with a groggy voice and a weak smile. His face was flushed red, his hair damp, and sweat beads apparent on his skin—he looked thinner.

"How do you feel?" It was a stupid question; of all the years she had known him he had never looked so awful.

"I've been better" he muttered as she reached to touch his forehead. She immediately felt rotten for even suggesting that he had lied about being sick, he was burning!

"How long has your fever been like this?" now she was worried, she knew his mother didn't know the condition he was in, otherwise Bulma would have been glued to his side taking care of him.

"Monday" he stated simply in barely a whisper, his eyes closing once again. Pan couldn't believe it; he had been like this since the day he called in sick, four days now. She was angry, not at Trunks for not informing anyone, but at a particular blond who's name she was too enraged to mention.

"The way she clings to you would make anyone believe she'd stay with you at all times" Pan murmured bitterly. And for the first time, Trunks didn't argue in Marron's defense. She was about to take her hand back as she was trying to get back up on her feet when Trunks suddenly held her hand back against his forehead.

The sudden action startled her, his burning hand against hers.

"Please" he begged, "Don't leave" Pan noticed the agony in his expression; his eyes were a little darker than the intense ice blue they really were. She immediately wanted to get rid of the pang of sadness that came over the pit of her stomach…she had never seen him like this…

"I wasn't going to…" she whispered, the sadness that she was feeling had translated onto her features, the corners of her lips lowering down slightly. She had never been very emotional, but neither had Trunks and the wave of emotions coming from him were suffocating her—she felt like crying, but couldn't exactly say why.

Trunks scooted to the other side of the bed and Pan, clearly understanding the hint, laid down next to him with her back against his chest.

"Thanks Panny" Trunks whispered against her neck, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine despite the warmth she felt radiating onto her skin from his body, though it calmed her to hear his groggy voice much more relaxed now that she was next to him.

They laid in silence with Trunk's arm now draped around her waist. She was exhausted, physically and mentally. Pan traced the leather cuff on Trunk's wrist with her index finger as she remembered the last time they had laid like this.

Her eyes were suddenly red and full of unshed tears, she was thankful that Trunks couldn't see her. She needed to stop thinking of the past.

The soft sound of sobs now filled the room. Pan reached for Trunks' hand and held it tight not knowing if the sound was coming from her. The sobs continued until Pan felt the back of her neck moist as Trunks' tears trickled slowly to her back.

"Panny she left me" his voice cracked as he managed to whisper the words. Pan felt a sting in her heart, how could Marron leave him? How could anyone leave him? She felt like a hypocrite when she recognized that she had done so before.

Pan couldn't hold on to the feelings any longer. She brought the hand she was holding up to her lips and let the tears flow.

"I'm sorry" she wasn't apologizing for Marron, but what she had put him through before then…