AN: Someone wants to read it so it's continuing. I'll just say I hated how weak Jenny's character was and so I added a little more spark to her here. Which isn't that unusual I guess since she was supposed to change after the game anyway.

Rated M: Violence, coarse language, any other little nasties you want to trump up to an 'm' rating. Oh yes, and sexual references and possible sex scenes – keep that in mind before you read.

Disclaimer: If you think I own all the characters, I'm sorry to say I don't. Course, everyone not cannon is mine. But then you should probably know that already.

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The air caught in her chest and she never wanted to breathe again. The head turned away and her mind already denied the sight, but her heart wanted to run. She wanted to race after him and spin him around, for the slight chance his eyes would be blue. Sweet cerulean staring back at her with fury, passion, love, hate, anything. Anything real, anything Julian.

"Jenny?"

She turned and smiled at Tom. "Sorry, I just thought I saw someone I recognized." She slipped her right hand in her pocket and ran a thumb over the ring.

Tom leaned in concerned. "Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I'm fine"

"Maybe you should go lie down; the bunks are right down this hall."

"I said I'm okay Tom."

"I know you are Thorny, but I worry about you. Please, just go lie down for me."

"Fine. Go, save lives. Revel in blood." She waved him off and he kissed her on the cheek, and marched down the hall behind her.

Tom was sweet and kind and driving her crazy. Still, she held on to him like a lifeline. It was just that ever since the game everything seemed…dull. Her love for Tom was chaste and that had been fine with her until Julian woke the side that desired passion. Everything was falling apart and she was desperately holding it together with duct tape

Jenny wrapped her fingers around the silver handle of the door and paused. Her heart beat a steady rhythm in her chest and her senses strained against her will, searching the air for any indication of the shadow man. They found none. Silly girl, she thought. But she still couldn't bring herself to open the door. With a determined look on her face, she turned and ran down the opposite hall. I have to know.

The long brown skirt whipped around her black boots as she paused to check every room. "He's going to think I'm crazy" she muttered checking another room without success. She caught her reflection in a window and paused to straighten her blonde ponytail and white peasant shirt. "Great, now I'm making sure I look good for a complete and total stranger" she added with slightly less conviction. The gold ring on her right hand caught the light and she brought its coolness to her face. He was evil, and wrong. But he….no…it was better to be with Tom. But she had to know.

She slowed her pace and walked down the hall. It always depressed her to see so many people suffering. Tom had told her she should become a nurse, because she always wanted to help. But she wasn't cut out to be a nurse, she took everything to heart and if she had to see it every day it would kill her. Instead she studied art, science and history, taking on an Internship with the Amelie Holmes Museum.

Jenny peeked into the fifth door on the left and blinked at sight in front of her. He was lying down on the bed with his eyes closed and arms folded across his chest. Worn, dust-covered boots, blue jeans faded and torn, and a white shirt that clung to his body showing the outline of a muscular form. His tanned skin looked strange when all she could remember was the ethereal white. And now for the finish.

She slipped into the room and walked closer to the bed, keeping her senses peeled for any sign of movement. She was close enough to touch him, instead she studied his face. It was harsher than she remembered, more masculine. If he was human she would have thought it was age. It's not him, she told herself. Don't think it's him, because it's not. Julian is dead.

His eyes snapped open and her breath hitched. "Oh my god" she whispered. She could spend every day looking into those eyes and they would still make her heart beat that little bit quicker, make it that little bit harder to breathe.

"Not that I mind, beautiful women sneaking into my room, but might I ask what you're doing?" he murmured.

"Julian?" she reached forward to touch his cheek. A shock of electricity went through her at the brush of skin. She fixed her eyes with his and searched for the devil inside. Albeit with more hope than she probably should have after their history together.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" he said and moved her hand away from his face.

"You…you don't remember me?" She licked her dry lips and took a step back, suddenly aware of their closeness.

He sat up and looked at her curiously. "It's nothing personal. I don't even know who I am. But, my name is Julian. I'm kind of wondering how you knew that."

The beating of her heart suddenly felt more like pain and she walked backwards until her legs hit a chair and she sank down. "Are you sure you don't remember anything?" she whispered.

He turned away, his eyes intense. "I don't know. Sometimes I think I remember things but they never end up sticking." He turned back to her. "Your eyes, your hair, your smile. I think I know them, but I'm not sure. The doctors told me sometimes the mind makes up things to compensate for what it doesn't know. My mind knows you, I just don't know if I do."

She swallowed back the sob in her throat. Not the time to break down Thornton, be strong. "My name's Jenny."

He smiled and there went any hope of intelligent thought. "Nice to meet you Jenny. Now maybe I didn't ask the right question because you obviously do know me. The question I really should be asking is, how do you know me?"

Oh, well. You fell in love with me when I was five years old, kidnapped me and my friends and forced us to endure your personal version of Hell three times, after which you sacrificed yourself to save me and are supposed to be dead right now so I can dream you into a world of sunlight. Oh yes. That would go over well.

He chuckled softly. "Jenny? I don't mean to push you but you're the first person in three years who might know who I am."

"Right" she took a deep breath. "I first met you when I was five and then didn't see you again until I turned sixteen. We…I mean, you fell…" he cocked his head to the side and studied her. "I'm sorry, it's hard to know what to tell you."

"You could just tell me everything."

"I can't"

"Why not?"

She shut her mouth and stood up. "I'm sorry, I think it's probably better if I just go. It…it was really great to see you, Julian." She walked towards the door fighting herself the whole way.

"Jenny." His voice was like liquid silk and she froze as he came towards her. Damn. "Can I ask you for one thing before you leave. I think it might tell me everything I need to know."

Just one? "Sure." She turned to face him and tried not to swoon.

He reached forward and ran his hand down her cheek sending a shiver down her spine. He was so close she could feel his cool breath on her face and his hand slipped around the back of her neck. Her lids fluttered shut as he drew her face closer to his. "A kiss?" he whispered and lowered his mouth to hers.

Where the fire started, she didn't know, but the second his lips touched hers it consumed her. Oh God. He was soft and gentle, tasting her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body into his, moaning against his mouth as his cool fingers slipped down her spine to rest at the small of her back. She parted her lips and his tongue slid over hers. He backed her against the wall and she kissed him back with everything she had. Hungry, consuming, desperate to touch, to feel. She ran her hands under his shirt and over his abs and chest. He left her mouth to strip off the shirt. His arms were back around her waist his mouth assaulted her neck.

She could feel him against her, hard and wanting. "Julian" she whispered and he lifted his head to kiss her again, scorching against her swollen lips and it still wasn't enough. She felt his arm leave her as he reached for the door and slammed it shut. She cursed that she chose to wear a long skirt today of all days. She needed him closer. His fingers toyed with the hem of her shirt and she pulled back to take it off.

Someone knocked. Her body let out a small 'no' of protest. Apparently Julian's was doing the same because he looked ready to kill someone. She shook her head with a small smile, oh Julian, how I've missed thee. He looked at her and drew her into a final searing kiss before pulling his shirt back over his head. Jenny straightened her clothes and sat back down, calming the blood.

Julian opened the door and the doctor on the other side beamed at him, oblivious to the dangerous look on his face. "I'm pleased to tell you your father has just woken up."

Julian's eyes lit up "can I see him?"

Father?

"No, but I thought you might like to know. See, after an accident like this we were expecting something worse, like a coma. The fact that he's awake is a good sign."

"You were right, I did want to know. Thank you. Please let me know when I can see him."

The doctor beamed again. "He's in the best of care. Doctor Shatton is paying particular interest to this case."

"Yeah, Cade's an old friend of his. They hit the bars every Sunday."

He clicked his tongue and winked. "A respectable doctor only gets drunk on Fridays."

Julian grinned. "A legitimate excuse for not making the weekend roster?"

"That's right" he laughed.

"Will Doctor Wittler be working with Ames?"

"Uh, no." He checked his sheet. "It's a young one. Doctor Locke. He just transferred his internship to us."

Jenny snapped back to reality. Locke…Tom.

The doctor was still talking. "Don't worry though. He's a very talented young man. He'll take good care of your father."

Julian nodded and shut the door after he left. He turned towards her with a look that had her wondering why she was still dressed. But no, Tom was her boyfriend and he loved her. Julian couldn't even remember who she was. She stood and walked towards the door, stopping where she met Julian. Her heart raced and she moved her palm over his before stepping around him and reaching for the door.

He gripped her wrist and pulled her into his arms, pressing her against the door. She waited for him to kiss her, trying desperately to think of why she couldn't. Tom, Tom, Tom…uh….Tom, Tom who? The kiss never came. Instead he looked her in the eyes. "How do I know you?"

That did it. "You don't. Not anymore." She whispered and pushed out of his arms, opening the door and shutting it behind her.

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I have several WIP's and not all fanfic. I prioritize according to demand. So if you want to read more, please review. Any requests or advice is always welcome. Especially concerning the more 'intimate' scenes since that's where I lack experience.

Love, Ash.