Save You

A/N: This is what I imagined would be running through Kyle's head as he watched Jessi jump off the cliff. Set to the song 'Save You' by Matthew Perryman Jones, which was playing during that part on the season finale. Check him out on Myspace ( and on iTunes, he's really talented.

Disclaimer: Kyle XY is not mine. I only wish I owned Matt Dallas.

"NO!" I yelled, but Jessi only glanced back. And then she jumped.

I want to give my soul

I wanted to believe I'm not

Too old

I raced to the edge of the cliff and looked over, trying to see if she had caught onto a ledge on the way down. She hadn't. She had simply fallen, not caring about anything but ending her life.

Don't want to make it up

Don't want to let you down

I want to fly away

But I'm stuck on the ground

I stared down into the foggy abyss, shocked. Was she dead? Could people like us die, since they hadn't really been born in the first place?

So, help me decide

Help me to make up

Make up my mind

My mind was going crazy trying to figure this all out. But then I realized that no fact or equation could justify what Jessi had just done.

Wouldn't that save you?

Wouldn't that save you?

Wouldn't that save you?

Jessi had forgotten who she was, what she could do. She had jumped out of plain old human instinct. And at the moment, I was acting out of human instinct, too.

I watched it all go by

Was it really true?

Is that who it was?

Was that really you?

I began to cry. Not for what Jessi had done, but out of shock, and grief, and the realization that I had been unable to save her.

I'm looking back again

Tracing back the threads

You said I was a mess

Was it just in my head?

As I hung my head in a silent prayer and backed away from the cliff, I made a vow to get revenge on whoever had done this to Jessi, whoever had programmed her to take the information, whoever had ruined her life.

So, help me decide

Help me to make up

Make up my mind

Wouldn't that save you?

Wouldn't that save you?

Wouldn't that save you?

Slowly, with silent tears pouring down my face, I made my way back into the forest. There were still more mysteries to solve, more clues to unveil. I still wanted to know the all the secrets there were to know. And with or without Jessi, I had to continue. But not this minute.

Something's gotta break

You gotta swing the bat

Too many years of dying

Why is that?

I needed some time.

I needed my family.