A/N: Here is the updated version of chapter two.

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Danny rubbed his eyes and widened them as he looked at the woman standing in front of him. He watched as her face turned red as she glanced at Cindy. Did she realize who Cindy was? Should he immediately introduce her? He was too lost and confused to even figure out the answers to such questions.

"Vicky?" Danny was in disbelief. It couldn't be her. It had been nearly three years, and he was still barely over her. And then there was Cindy. Was this even happening?

"Uh, good to see you, Danny," She finally spoke. It really was her. He just sat there, staring into her eyes, too shocked to speak.

Cindy finally intervened, "Listen, Danny. I think you should call me when you've got this straightened out and are ready to explain," She made her way across the room the call up the stairs, "Rusty! Come on, honey, we're gonna head home!"

Moments later, a very flustered Rusty came running down the steps.

"You alright, Rusty?" Cindy felt his forehead, "You look beat red."

"I'm fine, mom," He tousled his hair. "Why are we leaving?"

Cindy opened her mouth to speak, but Danny cut her off, "Cindy, please let me explain."

She shook her head, "Danny, this is… awkward. I'd rather give it some time."

Before he had the chance to formulate a response, she was out the door. He sighed, running his hands through his hair, before walking off to his room.

Rebecca, who had been watching all this from the doorway, looked around awkwardly, "Vicky, he's just really surprised. Maybe I should have given him more warning before bringing you by."

Vicky disregarded her statement, "Who was that?"

"Cindy. Danny's... She is Danny's girlfriend."

Vicky sat on the couch, resting her chin on the palms of her hands.

Becky sat down beside her and rubbed her back, "Just go talk to him." Becky loved Cindy and Vicky. She just wanted to give Danny every opportunity to be happy, even if it wasn't the easiest situation.

Vicky smiled and headed up the stairs.

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Danny lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He could here faint sounds from the Tanner family picnic that was going on without him, but he paid no attention. Here was the woman who had broken his heart, just waltzing into his home, after three years. Not to mention, he wasn't over her. And then there was Cindy. Pam would always hold a place in his heart and Vicky was able to understand that. Surely Cindy could understand the same about Vicky, right? He let out a long sigh before sitting up and seeing someone standing in the doorway.

"What are you doing here, Vicky?" He could kick himself for such a stupid response.

"Well, nice to see you, too, Daniel," mocking a cold attitude, it was obvious she didn't mean it. "I was down at the studio and I ran into Becky. She invited to have me stop by. Sorry I took you by such surprise. Would you like to talk…?"

"Vicky, what were you doing at the studio?" he snapped.

"Well, Danny," she paused briefly. "I heard about Rebecca's pregnancy."

"And?" he stood up, grabbing her shoulders for only a split second, before releasing his hands and sitting right back down on his bed. "Why were you at the studio, Vicky? WHY?" he said, his voice tensing more and more with every syllable.

"I-I wanted to apply for the job," she said, sitting down next to him. He only stared straight ahead, not responding, until she called his name. "Danny?"

"Vicky," He spoke slowly. "It's been three years. Three years here without you. And now, all of a sudden, you're here. You're back."

"I thought that would be a good thing."

"Vicky, you left! Three years ago, you left. And I let you, because I loved you, and I wanted nothing more than for you to be happy."

"But I'm so much happier here with you."

"Great, and then what?" His ability to remain calm was wearing thin. "Rebecca has the baby, she comes back to work, and you fly off to New York. I can't do that to myself again!"

"Well, we can cross that bridge when we come to it!" The hurt was sounding in her voice. "Besides, what difference does it make? You've got a girlfriend!"

"What was I supposed to do? Sit around wallowing over you for the rest of my life? You think I haven't learned that sometimes in life, you just have to hold things in your heart and move on?"

She shut her eyes. "I don't know, Danny. I just don't know."

"I don't know, either." His voice softened.

He placed his hand on her shoulder, softly rubbing it. Her big, brown, vulnerable eyes stared up him, until he could handle it no longer. Slowly, he leaned forward until their lips meant. While softly kissing, she wrapped her arms around him. As he pulled her up to the head of his bed, their kissing intensified.

Leaning against his many pillows, Vicky slowly moved her hand down his body. His body responded, but his mind made him pulled away. He couldn't do this. He had Cindy. Vicky was only here to break his heart.

But before he had a chance to process these thoughts, Vicky placed her palms on top of his shoulders, leaning her head in, whispering, "Danny, Danny, Danny…" her warm breath filling his ear. The sound of her voice gasping his name brought him back several years. He missed having her… and that, he simply couldn't resist.

He shut his eyes, leaning his head against hers as he positioned her legs around his waist, gripping her hair. That fiery, curly hair he had missed all those years.

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