Wow, it's been a long time! Sorry about that, family first, blah blah blah. So we left off with Remus gasp kissing the lovely Jaida, who I would venture to guess won't react all that well to it. But hey, what do I know? I'm just the author ;)

Let the games begin!

Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight.

Whatever Jaida had expected Remus to do sitting next to her on that couch, it wasn't this. No, she said over and over again in her head. No, what am I doing? Stop it! But she couldn't. The sweet flavor of his lips…the gentle stroke of his tongue…the soft caress of his hands…her mind told her to throw him out of her apartment but her heart told her to rip off her clothes and tackle him to the ground.

Unthinking, she moaned softly against his lips and urged Remus forward, slipping her hands around his scarred neck. "Remus," she whispered against his kiss. His name coming from her lips seemed to jerk him into reality because suddenly, he stilled. She froze in response. He pulled away slowly to look into her eyes and she was surprised to see confusion and slight anger in them; wasn't he the one that kissed her?

"Shit, Jaida," he said abruptly, pulling away further to get up from the couch and pace. "I didn't mean for that to happen, honestly I didn't," he said, wringing his hands. She felt rather affronted and immediately tried to hide her pained expression.

"I know, Rem, of course you didn't, I shouldn't have…"

"No, you shouldn't have." He stated fiercely, his dark eyes dangerous. Jaida almost whimpered at his expression. "Look, can we just forget that happened and get to work?" Their eyes met for an instant as his cold words stabbed at her heart.

"Sure," she mumbled, standing also. "Sure." He seemed to deflate with relief and she hid a frown as she gathered her law books on the coffee table. They sat on opposite ends of the couch as she took out a legal pad and pen. When he eyed her writing utensils curiously she shrugged.

"Sometimes we work around muggles; we have to be very careful. That and it's easier to write furiously when you don't have to bother with ink. I wish I had used pens when we were at school, would have saved me a lot of grief." He nodded in response and didn't answer. Apparently small talk wasn't what he had in mind tonight.

"So, how do you want to do this?" He asked, not looking at her. She frowned noticeably this time as he avoided her eyes.

"Well," she said slowly, thinking hard. "They only found a finger of Peter?" The werewolf stilled at his old friends name.

"Yes," he said, disgust bleeding through his simple word. "They've given him Order of Merlin: First Class, as well. Clearly I'm the only one that wants to believe Sirius is innocent and Wormtail is the murderer."

"You're the only one that wants to prove he's innocent, Rem," Jaida said gently. He still wouldn't look at her. "I'm sure everyone else hopes he wasn't the one that killed—"

"Please don't call me that." Remus interrupted quickly, finally meeting her gaze. His eyes were desperate and sad.

"Call you what?"

"Rem…" Jaida stared at him, unsure of his intentions. His face contorted into one of a man who had no one to love. "Please, Jaida, I can't stand it. I can barely stand being near you, hearing your voice, smelling your perfume…" he took a deep breath to steady himself as Jaida froze and listened to his words. "Please don't make this harder than it already is."

Jaida stared at him hard as she processed his words. "Remus, are you sure about this?" He blinked at her; that obviously wasn't what he was expecting her to say.

"Am I sure about what?"

Her piercing blue eyes bored into his. "Are you sure about us working together? Because it doesn't sound like you're okay with this."

Apparently he wasn't planning on answering, because instead of replying he stood up and walked to her bookshelf and started reading the numerous titles.

"Why did you do it?" He turned to her finally, and she was mortified to see tears shining in his eyes. "I know you, Jaida. I know you better than you know yourself, and I know you were lying that day after graduation. Tell me the truth," he pleaded with her. "Why did you do it?"

She didn't answer him but just looked at her hands folded in her lap. If she had known he was going to ask her that, she wouldn't have invited him over. He seemed patient to wait though, he just stared that adorable stare as she tried to avoid the inevitable.

"You would never understand," she whispered desperately. "There's no way you would understand…"

"Try me." His voice was harsher than she expected. But hey, what had she expected from him? Not this, she told herself truthfully.

"I think you should leave," she said quietly, all the while screaming no no no no no in her head.

She didn't look up as her front door clicked shut.

"Are you…did you just…what?"

"I am so very sorry, Ms. Durand. I wish there was something I could do."

"But how is that even possible?! It just…went away?!" Tears were streaming down Jaida's face as she gripped the chair to steady herself. She glared up at the kind face looking pityingly down at her.

"Sometimes there isn't a reason for the awful things that happen to us," the motherly healer murmured soothingly. Jaida was too angry to register her kind words.

"What are the chances I can get pregnant again?" Jaida asked quietly, clenching her jaw.

"Very good, I would say. Plenty of women who have miscarriages go on to have perfectly healthy—" before she could finish her sentence, Jaida had stormed out of the office.

Remus apparated home quickly and just barely avoided splinching himself; as he let himself into his flat, he realized that his clothes and skin smelled like Jaida. He groaned as he inhaled the sweet perfume, his canine nose acutely aware of each individual attribute. Instead of showering immediately, like he probably should have, he savored the delicate blend of lavender and vanilla that had grown almost foreign to him. He welcomed the scent as he would after they had made love and flashes of their nights together flooded his mind as he remembered how the scent of Jaida would linger on his skin for hours afterward.

Stop it, he told himself harshly, trying to rid himself of the tingling sensation that had taken over his body. I can't go back there; I can't put myself through that again. I don't love her anymore. She doesn't love me anymore. It's over. Forever. Still, even as he forced himself to believe, he stared at the phone lying there silently in its cradle, willing it to ring.

After Remus left, Jaida allowed herself to sob uncontrollably for over an hour before she willed herself to start working on her case for the next morning. Wiping her eyes and sniffing loudly, she pulled a heavy law book forward as she reviewed her notes from earlier that day. As she tried futilely to concentrate, she realized that somehow Remus' scent had made its way into her clothes and skin. She inhaled deeply as she reminisced about their time together before giving herself a shake and throwing the notebook aside in frustration.

Stupid. She told herself over and over again as she walked slowly towards her shower. She needed to get rid of his scent. Now. She was going to go mad just sitting there trying to smell the musky fragrance. Slipping off her clothes she stepped into the warm spray and was once again reminded of the time she and Remus had snuck into the prefects' bathrooms late at night to bathe together.

"Stop it!" she growled aloud, massaging her scalp a little harder than necessary. "Move on! Stop thinking about him!" Rinsing her hair carelessly she flipped off the shower and dried herself off, getting ready for bed. Even as she told herself that she wasn't in love with Remus anymore, she found her eyes continually drifting to the phone, willing it to ring.

A/N: Kind of a short chapter, but I thought it was important to portray how Jaida and Remus acted differently with the same situation. Hope you enjoyed, I'd love feedback!