* I've decided to work in order and update each of my stories before updating a second time. I warned you that I'm impossibly unreliable. So here's the second Chapter FINALLY!

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Chapter 2

Somehow…

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You awaken groggily and disoriented. Then you remember what you think was yesterday morning. You realize that you're wrapped in strong arms. Gregory's strong arms. You sigh contently, and bury yourself more in the intoxicating warmth. You press your forehead against his neck. As long as you were in his arms nothing could hurt you, you were safe. In this warm little bubble filled with love and compassion, you weren't in a cold dank basement with your life being threatened; you were in your warm little apartment. As long as you kept your eyes shut and snuggled down more into his arms then you were perfect. As long as you were with Greg you were okay, you were both okay. But you can't stay in your little imaginary world forever. Eventually you would have to wake up; eventually you would have to come out of the warmth and safety. You would have to awaken into the cruel, harsh reality that both you and Greg were in deep trouble. That you might not come out of this alive. Or worse, that Greg might not come out of this alive.

You didn't care about what they did to you. As long as they didn't hurt Greg, you were happy. As long as he came out alive, what happened to you didn't matter. All that mattered was that Greg was alive and safe. It didn't matter if you were killed in the process as long as Greg wasn't you didn't care. There was nothing left that you cared about, nothing but Greg; he was all that existed to you right now. You knew this as he gently shook you awake. You knew this as you heard him whisper those three words that made your heart sore, and throb. And you knew this when you sleepily opened your eyes to reveal his haggard, yet still all too beautiful self. The face of an angel, you secretly thought, an angel that fell from heaven and landed especially for you. Of course, that wasn't true. Well the angel part may be true but there was no way this angel was especially made for you. You laughed inwardly at what Greg would say if he heard, you say that.

You sigh and look up into his deep, hypnotic, electric blue eyes. You can see promises of every kind in them. You know he'd promise you the world if he could. He would as fast as you, if he could.

"Lise, come on, we got to get up." He tells you softly.

You cling to him and kiss him lovingly.

"Listen to me. No matter what, you have to get out of here. No matter what, you have to escape, safe and sound. No matter what. I don't care what happens to me. Even if I'm killed while trying to get out, you still have to move on. Understand?" he presses you urgently.

You look up stubbornly and shake your head. You would cry if you weren't so happy just to see him. And even if you weren't, something tells you that you wouldn't have any more tears left to cry. You shake your head determinedly. "No. If anything happens to you, I'll just follow a little after. There's nothing you can do to change my mind on that."

He puts a finger under your chin so you have to stare him in the eyes. His light blue eyes were soul searching, analyzing, looking for a weak point. He was looking for away to get you to promise. He was looking for an incentive. You stare back defiantly. Normally all Greg had to do was to look you in the eyes and you would crumble. He could always find a weakness.

Greg frowned, making the skin between his eyes wrinkle with worry. Go, was he handsome. God, did you love him! You couldn't believe that you could say no to him. Even if it was something as urgent as this. It astonished you that you had that much willpower. But this was something that you could not and would not negotiate. No matter how much he begged or pleaded.

The only reason you didn't off yourself when you heard Greg had gone missing was because there was a chance that he was still alive, even though it was almost as slim as a hundred to one, but apparently, even with those odds, anything was possible.

He sighs and sorrowfully shakes his head. "If anything happens to you I'll do the same, you know?" he informs you softly.

You glare at him. "You will do no such thing! I don't care what happens to me, you HAVE to get out alright!" you insist urgently.

He looks at you for a couple of seconds and it starts to sink in that this is something he wouldn't, no, it was something he couldn't, negotiate. No matter what.

You press your lips against his softly and lovingly. He sighs and then pulls you against him carefully.

"I love you." You admit softly.

"And I suppose I do have to love you, no matter how irrational and stupid you are being." He whispers lovingly as he tucks a stray lock behind the curve of your ear.

"You're not doing much better," you argue without much force behind it.

"The things you do for love," he tells you with a small, fragile smile, "This is why you don't treat anyone you know. Love makes you stupid. It makes you vulnerable. Because, if you love someone, you always put them first. You become biased. And even though, I have been trying to strip each lens of bias off the glasses that hold how I see life, I cannot change the fact that love is a part of life that is always inevitable."

You realize how true his words are and you sigh softly. There is no changing Greg's mind once it's made up. The other thing is that, there's even less of a chance once you make up your mind, and Greg knew it.

You both lock gazes and he cups your cheek lovingly. "But that doesn't mean I ever want to stop loving you. You stupid, stubborn, gorgeous women. Somehow, you managed to do the impossible; somehow, you managed to make me fall in love with something other than medicine or solving puzzles. You."

You smile up at him. Realizing the truth of those words, also, in reverse. You had somehow managed to fall in love with the stubborn, bloody brilliant, egotistical, smartass. Somehow….

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