Title: Someone Like You

Author: alienangel19852003

Summary: It's been five years since Ethan left White Chapel, he went to college and never came back. Sarah never admitted that she shared his feelings, and remained as the guardian of White Chapel protecting the townspeople from the unusual goings on in the town. When Ethan returns for the holidays to introduce his parents to the girl he's engaged to it opens old scars for both him and Sarah.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or the show in which they are affiliated. This is a work of fiction.

Chapter II

Syndicate

I know that I've got to be totally crazy for thinking this but sometimes I can feel her watching me even though I know she's in White Chapel and I'm in Boston. It's a good distance away three hundred miles between White Chapel New York and Boston Massachusetts. Nevertheless I feel her gaze like a hot light on my neck.

I've been looking over my shoulder, I don't put it past her to spy on me. I just know she's not good at tailing anyone, her vampire stealth is about as bad as Rory's. I don't mind her spying on me in fact I would love for her to spy on me. If she's come all the way here it means something, even if it's concern for her poor inept human former friend. We didn't part on the best of terms, and it's something that I'll always regret, at least until I get a chance and the nerve to rectify it.

Her gaze is always so warm on my skin, I used to get so flushed from just a look, I was constantly red and tingly, no one has ever made me feel like that. Then again Sarah isn't a normal girl, she wasn't even before she was turned.

I feel like a bad boyfriend because even though I love my current girlfriend she just doesn't incite the same reaction in me that Sarah does. It's sad than an unrequited love still makes me feel that way after all this time.

Leaving White Chapel was hard, I threw myself into school at MIT, worked part time at pizza joint still held marathon Halo sessions with my friend Benny on Xbox Live whenever I had free time. I spent time doing anything I could to not think about Sarah. To not completely fold in on myself and spend time listening to depressing rock music, and eat buckets of ice cream.

The person who shook me out of my funk was Reagan McAvoy, a pretty teacher's assistant, she was my first friend at MIT. She was stylish, popular, and she didn't mince words she told me the truth. It's not any wonder she became my best friend then my girlfriend. Things are pretty serious, I've bought an engagement ring, I'm going to pop the question before she comes to meet my parents for Christmas.

I've been putting off going back to White Chapel since I left, my folks come to visit but not often. My dad is an insurance salesman in a vampire town, really a high stakes business so to speak. Though my parents don't really notice the supernatural goings on in White Chapel, not many people do. Jane does what she can to keep them safe, training to be an Earth Priestess first with Grandma Weir and now with Benny starting from when she was eight, now at seventeen I'm amazed by how much time has gone by since the night Sarah rang our doorbell and changed my boring life forever.

If she hadn't then I'm sure either I would be a teen causality from extreme blood loss or I would have been Magna Cum Laude from MIT.

I hate that sometimes when I'm with Reagan I wonder what it would be like to have that easy romantic relationship with Sarah, and I feel awful for thinking about Sarah when I'm with Reagan. But I can't let her go. She's the real reason I'm going back if I've got to be honest with myself. I need closure, I need to move forward with Reagan. I want to move on, but I'm not sure if I want to make that move with Reagan, it's just that this is the next step in our relationship, we've been dating exclusively for three years.

We're next door neighbors and we've considered cohabitating, but she wants to wait for marriage before engaging in physical intimacy. I'm still a virgin too, so I really can't complain about it, and I think waiting might make it even more special, even though at times it's not easy, for a twenty four year old man to wait for intimacy.

I'm sitting alone at the coffee shop, I don't feel Sarah's gaze any longer, and I almost want her to see this. The velvet box feels heavy in the pocket of my corduroy jacket that I wear over ratty but fitting jeans, and a thermal Henley hoodie, looking like I'm still a college student but I've been working at a software company for almost a year.

Reagan enters, she's really pretty but not the conventional kind of pretty like Erica, she's not blond buxom and tall. She's short and curvy with long blond hair that she keeps out of her face with her many headbands, scarves, and hats.

"Hey, babe," she said as I stood and embraced her, she kissed my cheek and I could smell her perfume, which was lavender, "Sorry, I'm late traffic was fierce up the Ave."

"It's okay, was there another accident?" I ask with concern.

"Yes," she explained, "We still going to make the movie?"

"Yeah, we have plenty of time," I smile, "Which is why I ordered you a latte and a biscotti."

"Christmas cookie biscotti?" she asked taking a seat and pulling off her scarf and gloves.

"Of course," I said sitting down in my own chair, "tell me about your day?"

"It was good," she responded.

Our order was called out and I went up to take it, slipping the ring on one of the biscotti, before returning to the table. I sipped my hot chocolate, even after all the monsters I've faced and apocalypses I've helped divert coffee is the thing that keeps me up at night.

As luck would have it the first one she picked had the ring on it, "Ethan I think one of the pastry girls lost her ring, I'd better go return it."

She moved to stand but I quickly got up and stopped her, I got down one kneeling on the floor beside her, "You'd better not return it before I can ask you the question that's cost me a lot of money and a lot of sleep."

"Ethan, are you sure?" she asked.

"It's the next step in our relationship, it's either this or bust," I said, "I won't let this go without a fight."

"Yes," she said.

I slipped the ring on her finger and she was on her feet and my arms in a moment, the whole café was clapping, I felt a bit like Richard Gere in An Officer and Gentleman when he carried Debra Winger out of that factory. I was well on my way to building a life without Sarah maybe the next step in all that is to stop thinking about her.