Author's note: So I thought I should start my account with an Almost Human one-shot... The story's rating is "T" so even though there are references to sex, there will be no explicit scenes at all.

Dorian thought he had described Detective Stahl when they were talking about that dating profile and John decided to let him believe that. Sure, he would have to live with the constant comments and minor jokes but at least his new partner didn't know the truth. There was someone else he had in mind, someone he hadn't seen for a really long time and now it was time to change it. He wanted to forget, get rid of all the dark thoughts that had invaded his mind after realizing his ex-girlfriend was probably working for the enemy.

At the end of a fairly long shift he got in his car and looked into the rearview mirror. Do I really want to do it? John thought for a few minutes, coming up with pros and cons but still had absolutely no idea what to do. He didn't even know if she had a boyfriend now. Finding her wasn't hard. She used the biggest social networks, telling all his friends where she was through her private accounts so, after starting the car, John headed to the dance studio she had been visiting for long years.

He still remembered the first time they had met, when they had to find and arrest a murderer in a quite popular night club. Skye was there with her friends and out of the corner of his eye John saw her dance, completely unaware of the cops that marched in undercover. As his partner dragged the recently arrested man out to the car, John stopped for a minute to watch her dance. If he had seen her during the day, he would have said she was the girl-next-door type, but here she something else. The way her body moved to the beat awakened every single dirty thought he had pushed in the back of his mind during his shifts. He asked the bartender if she had known her. She said yes and told him she was there on every Friday and Saturday. It was Friday so he returned the next day.

The rest was now nothing more but history. She hadn't been his girlfriend, only a woman he saw every once in a while to have fun with. At the time Skye had been only twenty-three; young and beautiful with only a hint of innocence that disappeared the moment he kissed her. He never met her parents, he never met her friends, but it was perfect this way until they both enjoyed it.

John left his car in front of the building, knowing perfectly well where to go from the main entrance. Inside the studio Skye was sitting on the floor with her back against the mirror. She was reading something and didn't even notice John until he cleared his throat with a smirk on his face. Just as he expected, she jumped up and laughed happily while she walked over to him. Her brown hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail and this was he could get a better look at her big brown eyes. These eyes were the ones he wanted to see, not Valerie's as Dorian had assumed. It was awkward between them after such a long time without meeting and neither of them knew what to do. Shaking her hand would be too formal and kissing her might be too much so John wasn't surprised when Skye hugged him.

"Where have you been, John?" she asked after she let him go. "You disappeared without a damn word."

John put his hands in his pockets and let out a long sigh. "You started dating that guy," he said.

"So? I thought we were friends but you disappeared for years without a word," she pointed out, repeating her previous sentence. He didn't answer, but she waited; waited until she acknowledged he wouldn't respond to this. "How are you?"

There was a strange look in her eyes as if she knew something. It had been taken him a few moments to realize she probably read articles about the ambush. How much could she know? The death of his partner? His synthetic leg? Maybe that he was in coma for seventeen months? Forcing a smile on his face, John shrugged and said, "I'm good. Things have been a bit crazy lately, by I'm good. What about you?"

Skye shrugged as she looked into the mirror and let her slightly wavy hair fall on her shoulders. John bit his lower lip, hoping she wouldn't notice that his mind wandered off, but it was hard to stop the torrent of memories. All the times he grabbed a fistful of her hair to control her in bed or to simply make her look up at him appeared in his mind and it was really hard to focus on the conversation. Straightening his jacket, John tried to keep a straight face when she looked back at him.

"Everything is the same. Except that I got married," she added casually. John gave her a surprised look, but she only waved her hand. "We got divorced three or four weeks later. It turned out I suck at relationships. Well, we met, but shortly after there was this tour, so I was travelling around the country, we barely met during that time, but he asked me anyway."

He didn't say it out loud but he was happy to hear that. At least he wasn't the only one who turned out not to be so good in this kind of stuff. "You look good," he told her hesitantly, breaking the silence that had settled between them for a few long seconds.

"Thank you." Skye licked her lips as she kept her eyes on him. "Look, John, it's not that I'm not happy to see you, but why are you here?"

John let out a sigh. Then he ran a hand through his hair, but all he said in the end was, "I don't know. I mean," he went on, feeling like a schoolboy who was talking to his crush in high school, "I just wanted to see you, find out if you were dating someone."

"Now you know I'm single. What do you want?"

Her voice wasn't cold, it was simply confused. John understood it, he was just as confused as she was, but his heart told him this was the place where he was supposed to be now. "You," he replied, taking a few steps towards her so he could put his hand on the back of her head, just as he had done years before. This time it wasn't only about physical attraction or being friends with benefits, he wanted something else. He had no idea what it was, but he knew it was different.

"John, please don't," she whispered weakly, grabbing his forearm with her long fingers. He didn't want to stop, he didn't want to let her go, and he sure as hell didn't want to leave her behind that night. This woman was the perfect distraction. He kissed her, feeling her body moving closer to him when his lips collided with hers, but even though Skye subconsciously reacted, she pulled away. "I hate you."

John only laughed at this before he pulled her back. When she finally gave in to him, he moved his lips up to the tip of her nose and gently kissed it. "You don't," he said with a satisfied smirk.

"You're right, you son of a bitch."

They mostly followed the old routine and went straight to his apartment. Strangely enough, nothing happened; nothing that had usually followed their arrival. Instead John grabbed a bottle of red wine and they settled down in his bedroom, turning on the TV to watch some stupid movie. It wasn't only about sex. It was about the company of someone they didn't have to lie to, just hanging out with a friend who happened to be closer than most.

Skye rested her head on his shoulder, her fingers intertwined with his. He told her about the ambush, the MXs, Dorian and some of the things he was going through emotionally. The psychiatrist's evaluation was correct, even if most of the time he didn't want to admit it. He did have problems, serious ones, and this woman next to him seemed to ease the pain he felt sometimes.

He had no idea what time they had fallen asleep, but when his phone went off, John believed it couldn't have been more than two or three hours of sleep he got. It was Dorian, talking about some murder why he needed him to pick him up as soon as he could. After putting the phone back to his nightstand, John turned to look at the woman who was still sleeping in his bed. He didn't want to wake her up but she had to go. This is what they had always done: leaving in the morning.

"You know, it's kinda funny," Skye murmured with her eyes still closed before he could do anything.

"What is?"

Skye stretched her arms and fought back a yawn. "This is the first time I wake up next to you with my clothes on," she explained with a devilish smile.

"Better late than never," John replied as he pushed back a strand of her hair so he could kiss her. "Sorry, but there's nothing I can do about that call."

"John, don't worry, I know."

Of course she knew. Just as she probably knew he wasn't planning on calling her again, not anytime soon that is.

AN#2: I don't know if I want to write an entire story about the two of them, but if you like it I might change my mind. Seriously, I don't know what to do. Anyway, feedback is always a good thing.