A/N: Thank you all for your reviews!!!!!! I promised I would post the next chapter if I had the third chapter finished. Well I finished it. So here it is. This time more about Bobby. I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as the next.

Chapter two

It was the middle of the night when Bobby finally returned to his apartment. He had spend most of the day with mother. And when he finally had to leave he'd stopped at a nearby park to just sit and think. He'd thought about his job, if he still had one; his mother, the pain she was going through; and Alex… had he lost her too?

Alex… he had really blown things with her. The distance between them was growing because of his refusal to talk to her. He realized that and while part of him needed to be with her, the bigger part of him… the part that still retreated when things got too emotional had screamed at him to back off, to create more distance. That part of him had won and the distance… it hurt her… and him too. He knew she was angry at him and she had every right to be. He just hoped… he hadn't lost the most important person in his life. The one…, who filled the emptiness. If she was gone…, he would only have Lewis. Because his mother…, the doctors weren't giving her much time. Would he end up all alone, just like he always thought he would?

As soon as he opened his door, he knew someone had been there. Turning the lights on he saw his apartment was once again clean and tidy. Something it hadn't been for while. And right then he knew who had been there, Alex, and his heart skipped a beat. Now that he knew he focused. He could always sense her presence and even if lately their connection wavered, it was still there. Closing his eyes, he stood still and took a deep breath. There it was again, their connection, he felt it. He felt her presence. She was still here.

Immediately he went in search of her. His apartment wasn't big so finding her wouldn't take long. In his living room he saw the blanket folded up on his couch. Seeing she wasn't there, that only left one room. Quietly he opened the door to his bedroom which had been slightly ajar. Standing in the doorway, with the light shining in from behind him, he saw her small form huddled together in his bed. Having her there, it was something he'd dreamed about, though the circumstances were different from what he'd envisioned. The warmth and love he felt for her, spread through his body.

At that very moment the urge to hold her in his arms, to feel her against his body, to take the comfort that her presence offered, hit him hard. He took a few shaky breaths, but he could not hold back his whisper. "Alex." Seeing her stir, he held his breath, not wanting her to wake up. Then she suddenly turned around on her side. Now he could see her beautiful face which took his breath away. He cherished this moment. If this would be their last peaceful moment, then he wanted this etched into his brain. He dared to take a few steps closer. That's when he saw her tear stained cheeks. She'd been crying.

He hated to know she'd been in pain, hated to see her in pain. He still saw her in the hospital bed with tears in her eyes, in his nightmares. The ones where he couldn't save her. He still blamed himself for the pain she'd been trough. After that things had gone downwards for them. Their connection had started to waver and he did not know how to make it right. Not when he was wrecked with so much guilt.

Alex stirred again, he noticed. He dared to take another step closer and wanted to take another one when he heard her voice. "Bobby." Even in her sleep she said his name with a certain agony. That's when he decided to back off and let her sleep. At least he could give her that. He grabbed his sweatpants and a shirt and left his bedroom. Sleeping on the couch was nothing new anymore.

The next morning, Alex woke from a fairly good night of sleep. She was slightly disoriented though when she opened her eyes. With her mind still groggy from sleep she didn't know where she was. That's when the previous day and night came back to her and she realized she was in Bobby's bed. She gave herself a moment and she noticed she had one of Bobby's shirts on. She'd forgotten that, but she knew she'd done it to be close to him because face to face she felt farther away from him than ever before. Knowing she couldn't stay in his bed forever and wondering if Bobby was actually there, she got up.

Treading into Bobby's living room she immediately spotted him on the couch. Not that he was hard to miss. Maybe it was the fact that her brain wasn't operating fully yet or maybe it showed her despair, that made her make her next move. As if this was their last chance. She knew he probably needed his sleep, but she couldn't wait otherwise the courage would leave. It was time for her to do things different. To not hold back and try to get through to him. It was now… or never.

TBC...