A/N: This is the last chapter. Let me know what you think!

"Jake!" Cassandra shot up from the couch. She breathed heavily as she took in her surroundings.

She was in the Annex upstairs on the old couch. Cassandra turned to her left to see the sleeping form of Jacob Stone in a chair next to her. He had his arms crossed and his chin rested on his chest. The normally wild cowboy looked peaceful, and she liked it.

Removing the blanket, Cassandra stood easily and placed it over him. She kissed his cheek before she could stop herself. Not wanting to disturb him, Cassandra went downstairs to make coffee hoping Ezekiel had left a bag of her favorite in the pantry.

…

Jake blinked his eyes open, waking from a terrible sleep. He was stretching his arms over his head, when he noticed the empty couch.

Where was she? Was she gone? Did Baird and Flynn move her body, so he wouldn't wake up beside it?

As these thoughts crossed his mind, his hands covered his face and the emotions plainly etched into his features. He was oblivious to the footsteps on the stairs coming from behind him.

"Look whose finally up!" Cassandra acknowledged. "Stone, would you like some coffee?" She asked. He stood quick, but turned slow not trusting his ears. When he saw her, Jake almost didn't believe. "Cassandra?"

"Yes," She smiled, slightly confused.

"You're alive!" Jake rushed to her, picked her up, and twirled her around before she could answer. Cassandra laughed when they twirled and smiled as he squeezed her in a tight hug. "I thought I list you." Jake whispered into her hair.

"You lost me?" Cassandra asked perplexed by his lack of use of the word "we" hinting at all the Librarians.

Jake pulled back to look her in the eye. "Yes. I lost you," Jake confirmed, "I almost lost you before I could apologize to you." Jake gave her a sad smile.

"Well," Cassandra shrugged, "I'm here. What is it you want to say?"

"Cassie," he paused unsure where to start. When he gathered his thoughts he began. "After what you did, I shut down. My whole life has been hiding and lying until I came here. I met you," he took her hands, "and the others and I thought I had found a place where I could be myself and trust someone."

"But then I helped the Brotherhood." Cassandra added looking at the ground.

Jake lifted her chin to see her face. "Yes, but you had good reasons. You thought they could help you. I see that now.

"I shouldn't have pushed you away because you understand me like no one else does. I am so deeply, truly sorry for making you feel like I didn't trust you, because I do."

Cassandra looked surprised by his confession. "Stone-"

"Call me Jake." He interrupted.

"Jake," Cassandra corrected, "when I was asleep, I heard a voice. It said 'Come back to me, Cassie'. That was you," Jake nodded at her accusation, "you brought me back. Thank you." She leaned in to kiss his cheek and lingered a second too long. Jake felt his heartbeat quicken.

Cassandra retreated a little to face him; a force like a magnet wouldn't let her move away.

Jake thought over the last twenty-four hours and found himself afraid: afraid of losing her. Without another thought, Jake placed a hand behind her head and brought her mouth to his. Their lips crashed together like tidal waves against the shore.

The kiss lasted longer than either one expected. Her fingers played with his hair while his arms pulled her against him. In need of a breath, they broke apart and studied the other.

"That was…" Cassandra tried to find her words.

"Strange?" Jake questioned anxiously.

"No! No, it was amazing." Cassandra finished. "The best first kiss a person could have."

"First kiss?" Jake was shocked. Cassandra was a beautiful woman. No one could deny that.

"Yes," she blushed, "apparently a tumor is a turn off to some."

"In that case, come here, darlin'." Jake pulled her close again and captured her mouth with his. This kiss was harder than the first- filled with need.

Jake lifted her slightly from the ground, her toes barely touching, and squeezed her tight. When he stopped kissing her, Cassandra opened her eyes slowly. "I could get used to that."

"Sounds like a plan," Jake smiled her smile; the one he looked best in. He set her back on the ground, but kept his arms around her.

"I'm glad I came back to you." Cassandra told him in a soft voice. She moved her hands to his waist and wrapped him in a tight hug. Her head rested on his chest; the continuous thump of his heart was calming and reminded her that she, miraculously, was still alive.

Jake encircled her with his strong arms, hoping she felt safer, and rubbed her back gently. "Me too, Cassie. Me too."