I'll Always Come Back for You

A/N: I'm soooo fricken excited to be bringing you this brand spankin new chapter hot off the presses! I hope this satisfies a craving that you all have been wanting so without further adue, I present Chapter 2!

P.S: This contains a HUGE spoiler from season 2, so if you haven't seen it read at your own risk. This is my warning, so I don't want comments saying "AWWW you huge loser you spoiled it for me!" in the comment section. Thanks :)

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Chapter 2

Recap: "Lets go shopping and get your mind off of this." her eyes lit up and she pulled me out the door and showed me her brand new porche. Dang, where had she gotten this? Oh wait. Her mom was the principle dancer for the Company once so she definatly has money.

I can't wait for tonight though. I wonder just how much Christian has grown as a dancer? Guess we'll find out...

We drove around town all day, just stopping at a bunch of various stores, buying whatever we liked. After all that running, we stopped at an Italian resturant for lunch.

"So whacha been up to in the last 9 years? You certainly haven't changed much since I last saw ya?" she asked.

"Oh, this and that. Nothing much really." she nodded and moved her gaze down to the basket of breadsticks. "Have you seen Christian since then?"

I was taken back by her question. We both had some sort of relationship with him, but in the end he.. nevermind.

"No, not since graduation. I see the pictures of him on the Berlin Company tour posters, but nothing more." I said, trying not to think about what we had.

"Same here." she took another bite of her chicken caesar salad. "Listen, Tara, all those years ago, when I kissed him at that party-"

"Stop it, Kat. I really don't want to hear it anymore. Its done and over with okay?" I interupted her.

"No it isn't. I still want to tell you what happened. So please give me a chance? Please?" she pleaded.

I inhaled a deep breath before nodding. I munched on a piece of buttered bread while listening to her.

"That night, I was drunk off cheap wine and when I got that text messgae with the photo attached to it, I couldn't stop Ethan from looking at my phone and when he saw you and Christian kissing, he ran off completely upset. For some reason I was more mad at you than I was at Christian and I wanted to get back at you for hurting my brother, so I took what was most important to you at the time. So when I saw Christian, I kissed him. I just wanted to hurt you. I didn't mean for it to build into what it became for a while. But Tara, I am so, so sorry. Just so you know, i broke it off with him because he didn't really love me at all."

I sat in my seat, completely stunned at her admitting all of this. "If he didn't love you then who did he really love then?" I asked her.

"For God's sake, you Tara. He really loved you. When he saw you with Ethan, it killed him inside. At the Prix de Fontyen, during Sammy's suppost to be performance, you were with him and he just couldn'thandle it anymore, so thats why he left and didn't come back till the start of third-year."

"Kat, you know how I fell about talking about the Prix de Fontyen. Worst of all, I lost two people that year. Sammy and Christian. Only difference, Christian is still alive and breathing, while Sammy's-" I chocked on my words. Sammy had died the day before Prix de Fontyen and I still had never fully recovered from that. Not even the memorial that we held at the beach helped. "All I know is that, he definatly did the number one thing on his list."

Kat looked at me slightly puzzled.

"On his list of 50 things to do before he dies. Number one was "to make a group of friends that I'll know for the rest of my life." He really did do that. We were his friends. Scratch that, we were more than that. We were his family." We looked at eachother and let the tears roll.

"You're right." she wiped away the tears with her napkin and smiled. "Okay enough of the heavy, we've got exactly 2 hours before the performance starts and we need to get dressed and ready for this thing. We are going to my house."

"Your house?" she gave me her famous 'you're coming with me wether you like it or not' look. "Okay, but isn't my dress still at my house?"

"Nope, I had put it in the trunk of my car while you were in the shower."

"Sneaky and clever as ever. You haven't changed at all." We laughed and paid for lunch. About 20 minuted later, we arrived at this gorgeous house that just couln't compare to mine. So this is what its like to live large I thought to myself.

"Come on, Tara! The drive took longer than I thought, so we only have an hour and a half to be there!" she pulled me inside and dragged me up 2 flights of stairs to a bathroom and pushed me in. "There's towels in the closet and the shampoo and stuff is already in the shower. Also be out in 20. Hair and make-up can take a long time to do. Plus the center is like another 20 minutes away!" she called.

"Okay!" I jumped into the shower and scrubbed my skin with the body wash and shampooed and condidtioned my hair. Rinsing out the conditioner, I stepped out and wrapped a white cotton towel around my body.

I walked out of the room and found Kat standing in the same exact thing with her hair wet and piled on top of her head.

"Took you long enough. Come on!" she pulled my down the hall to her bedroom where our clothes were hanging with the shoes right beneath it on the wall by the mirror.

And she was right as usual. Make-up took forever (not really just 10 minutes) and hair was actually the shortest of the two. She pulled my hair back into a loose knot at the back of my neck and left some tendrils loose so she could curl them. As for my make-up, it wasn't anything dramatic, just simple. She had lined my eyes in a simple black liner with neutral eyeshadow. On my lips was a pale plum lipstick that made them look fuller.

On Kat, her hair was curled and the make-up was nude lips and a heavy lining of her upper and lower lash lines and a couple coats of mascara. Thank god I don't need mascara anymore. My lases are just naturally long and full. Slipping on a strapless bra Kat had thrown me, we changed into our dresses and looked over our appearences. Smiling in satisfaction, we headed out of the house and started to the Sydney Hall of Music and Dance.

When we arrived, Kat had a vallet park the car while we went inside. Admiring the pictures of the past dancers, a man dressed in a black suit approached us.

"Miss Webster and Miss Karamakov, please follow me. Your seats are ready for you."

"Thank you." we said in unison. We smiled and headed after the escort. To be honest, i was excited for this. I really missed Christian when we left, but I tried to let go of him and I just couldn't do it. Some part of me still had feelings for him and I don't really know what would happen if I saw him again.

The escort lead us to the front rows of the auditorium, but then passing the velvet ropes was a special section that had few others at seperate seats that gave the perfect view of the stage and everything that was happening on it during the performance.

The announcer came on stage with a microphone and said "Welcome to the Sydney Hall of Music and Dance. Tonight, The prestiege Berlin Ballet Company will be performing The Nutcracker. Out of respect for the people and the performers who have worked exceptionally hard on this performance, we ask that you turn off your cell phone during the performance. Thank you and without further adue, I present to you The Nutcracker!" everyone clapped as the lights dimmed and he walked off the stage.

From the very start, this production was everything that I thought it would be. The dancers were so beautiful and the movements were so fluid with grace. During the battle scene with the Mouse King in the parler with the nutcracker, That's when I noticed that it was Christian. He had changed so much since the last time I saw him. He was about 5'9 maybe 5'10 and I thought he was good-looking back then, this doesn't even compare to now. I looked over at Kat and her eyes were transfixed on another dancer. Looks like I lost her..

What struck me harder than anything was the girl playing Clara. She was so beautiful and just the fact of knowing that the nutcracker and Clara had to be more intimate with their "roles", made the knife called jealousy cut my skin. At the end, during the international dances, I didn't really know what to think. Christian and that girl seemed so happy and close that either it was fantastic acting or they were really something more and I really hoped that it was the first.

When it came time for the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy, I didn't think I could watch. They seemed so perfect together, like we were for 3 years of dance school. I guess that I'm not the only one then.. He really did find someone else. Someone better than me. Tears formed in the corner of my eyes, threating to escape down my cheeks. I snuck a sideways glace at Kat and there were her eyes still on the same dancer. Yes! Blackmail for later!

When the symphony stopped playing, all the dancers and performers lined up in the middle of the stage and took one final bow before exiting. Everybody was clapping like crazy, including Kat and I. In that moment, it happened. Our eyes met for a moment so brief, a normal person wouldn't even call it a moment, that I couldn't even straighten out my thoughts. His eyes were so warm and beautiful. I just couldn't look away.

On his way off, Christian pulled a stage hand off to the side and, I think, he whispered something to him before taking the towel he was offered. I turn to Kat and she's a blonde smiling zombie stairing at the stage.

"Kat." I say. "Kat, Kat, Kat" thats it! "KAT!" I yell at her while snapping my fingers in her face.

"WOAH! What?! What?!" she just spazzed out.

"Calm down! The performance is over. Let's go."

"Right. Sorry."

On our way through the main lobby (if that's what you wanna call it), the same escort came and found us again.

"Miss Webster and Miss Karamakov, your presence is requested in backstage. Please follow me."

Kat looked at me puzzled, but I knew better than that. I know what's happening and I wish it wasn't. On our way backstage, all the dancers and performers were chatting about their performance and wiping the sweat off.

Finally were at the changing rooms for the dancers. Stopping about halfway down the hall the escort tells Kat to go into the room the he points to. Motioning for me to move on, at the end of the hall, he tells me to go inside the room.

Opening the door, I was hit by it. The scent that was distinctly his. It was sexy and masculine; a scent that i used to be so intimatly familiar with. The room was like every other changing room. Only thing different was that, there was a backroom that looked like a bedroom or something. Going inside, sitting on the couch in the middle of the room was Christian, unlacing his shoes, shirtless.

He looked up at me; shock and relief settled on his features before he came at me and pulled me into a hug that suprised me. His body was warm and slightly sweaty from his performance, but I didn't care. He was here and so was I. I lost him once, thinking that I would never see him again, but this time I wasn't letting go of him...

(To be Continued..)

A/N: Wow! So here it is my beautiful readers. I hope that this can satisfy you until I get the third chapter up and running. Just so you know, there will be a little somethin'-somethin' in the next chapter and for those who can't get it follow these instructions:

1) Look at the rating on this fic.

2) Go look up what a lemon is (no not the yellow sour fruit!)

3) Put one and two together and interpret what it means.

Now that's over with, I hope you all enjoyed this and any questions, comments, or deep religious concerns feel free to leave them in the comments or send me a PM :). I love you all, so hugs for the girls, kisses for the guys and I shall see you all later my lovlies!

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