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A/N: I've been contemplating doing a Stephen/Jenny fic for sometime, and talked to Kathryn Hart about the idea of doing a Stephen/Jenny fic; but couldn't quite figure out how I would write it and if I could even get it to work. The song "If We Ever Meet Again" popped up on shuffle a few weeks ago and the fic appeared in my head, so hopefully it turned out okay. If people like this and want me to write more, I will! ;D

Hope you like it Katy! ^^


If We Ever Meet Again

Stephen sat at the bar, drowning his sorrows.

He had only had a few drinks, but he intended to drink until he was comfortably numb enough to ignore the pain and return home.

Helen had dropped a bombshell on the team earlier that day about her affair with him. He had honestly never seen Cutter so angry.

Honesty. What a word to use in his thoughts at a time like this, when he hadn't been honest with himself or anyone, for that matter, since he had struck up the affair with Helen nine years ago.

Abby refused to speak to him, which had ended a possible relationship.

'Another thing to add to the shoulda-woulda-coulda-list, I suppose.' Stephen thought.

Cutter was obviously too angry to bother to hear him out, while Connor would throw apologetic glances, as if trying to say that he forgave Stephen

Stephen downed another shot.

"I don't suppose you plan on sparring any drinks for the rest of the pub?" a young woman inquired, sitting down at the bar next to Stephen.

"Trust me, darling, no one in this pub needs it more than I do right now." Stephen replied flatly.

What's somebody like you doing in a place like this?

Did you come alone?

Or did you bring all your friends?

"Really?" she scoffed.

"Yep."

"And I suppose there's some extremely dramatic episode behind the flood of alcohol that's about to overtake your brain?" the woman asked cynically.

"You sure know your soap operas."

"No, I know people." She smiled.

The gall of this young woman, who was seemingly reading him like an open book, struck Stephen. Not many people could do that, not even anyone whom he had known personally. Save for—he didn't want to even think of that snake in the grass.

Say what's your name? What you drinking?

"What is your name again?" she asked casually.

"Stephen, don't expect a last name," he muttered.

"Jenny, I'm charmed."

"I'm sure." Stephen replied flatly.

I think I know what are you thinking

"Are you always this friendly?" she asked sarcastically.

Baby what's your sign,

Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine

The pair of them were too busy arguing, that they didn't notice the slight irony of the music that was playing; not that Stephen was paying any mind to the music to begin with.

What's somebody like you doing in a place like this?

"Do you always wander into pubs by yourself or did you bring friends?" Stephen asked annoyed.

"I asked you first." Jenny countered.

"When the occasion calls for it." Stephen answered, downing another shot.

Jenny shot him a meaningful look.

"I'm sorry that I'm not more public about my private life with complete strangers, who begin conversations with me at pubs." Stephen explained dryly.

"To answer your question, yes, I do wander into pubs by myself, because it gives me the chance to talk to random strangers." Jenny replied sarcastically.

"Well it's obvious that you don't drink." Stephen pointed out.

"I'll have you know that I've already had two drinks." Jenny rebuked.

"Really?"

"What are you drinking?"

"A little of this, a little of that." Stephen answered gesturing to the selection of bottles behind the counter.

"Unlike you, Stephen, I don't drink in excess. It's not good for you."

"Yeah, well I think I can hold my own. And after the day that I've had, I'm willing to sit here and keep drinking until they kick me out." Stephen stated, gesturing to the bar man to hit him with another shot.

"I'll have the same, please." Jenny spoke up.

Jenny and Stephen downed the shot, but Jenny made a twisted expression, as she swallowed the somewhat bitter liquid.

Stephen chuckled. "I knew you weren't much of drinker."

Jenny glared at him. She had come here to clear her mind. Earlier that day, her boyfriend, Mark, of six months had proposed to her and had asked her to move in with him.

Quite frankly, she wasn't ready for such a big step. She had told him that she needed sometime to think about it, ignoring the crushed look on his face.

Now, however, after meeting Stephen, she wasn't sure what she wanted. Then again, the man appeared to be an emotional wreck and she'd be better off if she didn't get involved. Maybe one more drink, against her better judgment would help her decide.

"Would you like to dance?" Jenny asked, smiling upon finishing her drink.

Stephen glanced her way, a bemused smirk lighting his face.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that question?" he asked confusedly.

"What question?"

"Would you like to dance?" Stephen asked matter-of-factly.

"I would love to." Jenny smiled.

"You thought I was asking you—I was—I was just restating what you had originally asked me." Stephen pointed out.

"No, I'm pretty sure you just asked me to dance with you." Jenny taunted amusingly, as she got to her feet.

Stephen smiled as he got to his feet, slightly towering over the dark haired woman. He hadn't drunk until he was comfortably numb and surprisingly, he was happy that she had come and prevented him from doing so.

He took her hand and led her to the small dance floor of the pub, where only a few others were dancing. Another song had started to play. Stephen and Jenny danced to the beat. Jenny was completely fascinated by how great a dancer Stephen was.

Another song started, a slow song, causing Stephen and Jenny to stare at each other awkwardly.

"Oh, to hell with it.' He thought. 'It's not like I'm ever going to see her again; and if I do, then I could always just blame the drink.'

I'll never be the same

If we ever meet again

Stephen pulled Jenny towards him and began to slow dance to the song playing. Much to Jenny's surprise, she wasn't fazed by the intimacy of their positions of this dance. Mark had never taken her dancing and she began to silently wish that this moment would last forever.

Won't let you get away

If we ever meet again

The song had ended and Stephen and Jenny were still dancing.

"Hey, mate!" the bartender shouted at Stephen.

"Pay your tab and get the hell out, so I can close shop!" he finished.

Stephen smiled and broke away from Jenny to pay the man for both [Stephen's] and Jenny's drinks; and grabbed his jacket.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye." Jenny smiled as she and Stephen exited the bar together.

Stephen stuffed his hands in his jacket pocket, "yeah, I guess so."

The pair stood swaying back and forth awkwardly on their heels.

Stephen was about to say something when it started to sprinkle and then downpour almost immediately.

Stephen grabbed her hand and ran for cover under a nearby overhang.

"Well that was unexpected." Jenny spoke, trying to wring out parts of her clothes and her hair.

"There was a chance of rain." Stephen muttered. "I should've brought my truck."

"You mean you walked here?" Jenny asked.

"Well, technically, I really only live a few blocks from here; so I didn't see a need to bring something to shelter myself with. Anyways, what about you?"

Jenny burst out laughing.

"What?" Stephen asked clueless.

"It's—it's—it's nothing." She laughed, wiping the tears from her eyes.

It was not clear of who kissed whom first; but they broke apart seconds after contact.

"Sorry." They both apologized in unison.

Jenny stared back and forth between Stephen's lips and his striking blue eyes.

Stephen leaned in and lightly brushed his lips against Jenny's, slowly pulling away from her. Jenny reached up, tangling her fingers in Stephen's hair; pulling his lips back to crush against hers.

This freefall, oh, got me so, oh

Kiss me all night,

Don't ever let me go

Stephen pulled her closer to him, tangling his fingers in her hair as well, deepening the kiss.

They were lost in each other, standing under the overhang; that was, until Stephen's mobile went off.

They abruptly separated, straightening their clothes and fixing their hair.

"What is it?" Jenny asked slightly annoyed.

"Work, it's—I'm on call." Stephen mumbled.

"I could—I could drop you off?" Jenny offered.

"No, it's—it's fine. It's a long way off from here and I dunno how long it'll be." He answered staring at his phone.

"Will—will we happen to run into each other again?" Jenny asked hopefully.

"It's a small world, you never know." Stephen smiled.

"Well, uh, it—it was definitely—nice—meeting you." Jenny said turning to him as she began to walk backwards toward her car.

"Yeah, definitely." Stephen agreed walking backwards toward his flat.

"Well, if we don't see each other again, have fun pub-hopping and meeting completely strange men." Stephen called sarcastically.

"They'll never amount to you, I'm sure." Jenny called back as they waved to each other and went their separate ways.

Jenny returned to her small, quiet flat; and Stephen headed to fetch his car and rush to the ARC where he would undoubtedly be shunned again.

I'll never be the same

If we ever meet again


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