A/N: It appears to be that time again, the time where i graciously thank all seven of you who have reviewed my latest chapter :) chezzybabe: glad i didn't offend you, but unfortunetly the crikey that managed to slip in, was actually a bit of my personality sneaking it's way in. i've developed an incredibly horrible habit of saying crikey and i'm not sure where i picked it up from. the mysteries of my mind... but thank you for the tips, i'll be sure to remember them as i'm writting the next chapter. breathe-in3: i'm pleased to announce that copper has come to a decision regarding the paris/jess situation. the hint will be in the next chapter, i know darn suspense, but i didn't want to dilute the tristan/leigh scene more than i had to. i like to believe that while tristan was on the show, as big of an ass as he was, he was very aware of rory and all of her little quirks. i'm glad you like Tristan's POV, sometimes it's a little hard for me to write him, but i'll keep pushing on, the story would be too hard to tell from just her POV. thank you to everyone else who reviewed, every little bit helps XD: PheobeTheQueenofDragons, Jeremy Shane, Curley-Q and Treenuh. and than you all for returning and following the story. if it weren't for the few reviews i get, i'd be stuck sitting in the whole pestering copper to tell me what happens next. i have days were i actually reread some of my stories and get all excited about whats going to happen and then have the horribly sad moment when i realize, i'm the one that has to finish it and my wanted to know the ending sometimes just isn't enough motivation. okay, i'm done rambling now.

ALRIGHT GENTLE VIEWERS (HEE HEE, I MISS ANDREW, WASN'T HE THE GREATEST. AND IF YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU GET TEN POINTS!) HERE IS THE FIRST LEIGH TRISTAN FACE TO FACE INTERACTION. NOT A LOT OF ACTUAL ACTION, BUT STILL IT BETTER THAN NOTHING. ENJOY!

CHAPTER SIX

LEIGH

I lay nestled in my warm cocoon, Finn's arm holding me tightly to him, trying to piece together everything that happened last night. I remember Tristan coming back to school and the bonfire. I remember inviting Paris and Maddy, Louise and Tristan arriving with her. I remember having fun and singing a couple of duets with Finn and then my mind goes blank. Leading me to believe I was better off not knowing.

After laying there in bed with my eyes closed, the delicious scent of coffee reaches my nose and I slowly open my tired, and for some reason, puffy eyes to realize I'm not in Finn's room. Sitting up much much faster than I should have causing the world to tilt swiftly to the right, I look at the gorgeous boy fast asleep behind me. His shaggy hair is crazy wild from his pillow and his mouth is slightly open, causing him to snore lightly. I smile down at Jason, fighting the urge to touch him and run the risk of waking him up. Remembering the reason my eyes are open, I gently crawl out of his bed and seeing that I'm still dressed in my clothes from the night before I grab one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers out of the open duffel bag at the foot of his bed, dress, and sneak out of his room and down the hall. I wonder for a moment who is actually up at this hour, seeing as everyone else I know isn't aware the world exists before noon.

As I get closer to the kitchen I can make out the smell of bacon and toast and I pick up my pace, excited by the enticement of a home cooked breakfast. Turning the corner I'm stopped dead in my tracks by the sight that greets me. Tristan is standing at the stove with his back to me still in his jeans from the night before and a black undershirt, leaving his glorious arms uncovered for me to admire freely.

I stand in the hallway trying to decide whether or not I should continue into the kitchen or sneak back to Jason's room. "You know that coffee is just calling your name." his voice startles me, I hadn't realized he'd noticed me, he hadn't turned away from the sizzling bacon. "Just sit down and eat, we don't have to talk or anything." he finally turns towards me with a plate full of food and a steaming cup of coffee. The sight of the scrambled eggs has me taking a seat at the breakfast bar in front of the plate. Tristan chuckles as I dig in and turns back to make his own plate.

After turning everything off Tristan takes a seat next to me and we eat in a comfortable silence that is new for me. It's been a very long time since I've been okay just sitting in silence, with anyone. Even alone I have to have some kind of a background noise. I glance at him out of the corner of my eye and I have to appreciate his beauty. He'd obviously been up long enough to have showered, his hair still looked wet, before he made breakfast. I was mesmerized by his hair. It always looked so soft and touchable, even when he'd put product in it. Subconsciously I run my hand through my own ratty locks and miss my brown hair suddenly. I'd dyed it about a year ago needing to feel in control of something and I'd just kept it that way simply to help myself distinguish in a way that I controlled that I was someone new. Maybe I'll dye it back to my natural color Monday. I turn my head back to look at him and notice he's staring at me.

"Why are you staring?" I feel myself blush and I turn back to my near empty plate.

"Not staring." he answers me. "Just taking in the sights."

I shake my head hiding behind a curtain of my hair, and smile a little. I finish off my coffee and stand to get a refill. I can feel his eyes on me as I move around the kitchen and it surprises me that I doesn't make me feel uncomfortable. I turn to offer him a refill and my words catch in my throat. He's smiling at me. I don't think that in all the time I've known him, I've ever seen a real smile. I've seen him smirk and I've watched him charm, but I have never seen an honest smile. I shake my head lightly and swallow to clear the lump that has risen in my throat. "More?" my voice is softer than I had intended, but he doesn't give any indication that he noticed.

"Sure." he answers me before he finally looks away to glance at the paper I hadn't noticed on the counter next to him. I put the coffee pot back and snag more bacon and another slice of toast before I return to my seat next to him, resuming our comfortable silence. After we both finish eating he hands me the first part of the paper and we sit there together for a good half hour before a door opens and closes somewhere in the house.

I laugh as Jason blindly makes his way into the kitchen and falls into the chair on my other side and drops his head loudly on the counter top. "Caffeine." he mumbles into the granite, causing Tristan to laugh at him. I ruffle Jason's already messy hair and go get him a cup of the still hot coffee. He sits up as I put the cup in front of him and I put my elbows on the counter and rest my chin in my hand, studying him as he savors the nectar of the gods. He'd made his love for coffee known at our first group session, the first day we met. We were pretty inseparable from then on.

I remember I'd already been terrified having just arrived an hour earlier and it only got worse when they'd told me that I had my first meeting that day as well, eight a.m. I was sitting in a white room with four other people when Jason came through the door loudly expressing his intense dislike of the "idiot" who had decided that they should schedule anything that didn't involve sleeping before noon. I couldn't help but giggle at him, the sound escaping my lips startling not just me but the other occupants as well.

Jason glanced at me as he poured himself a cup of, I kid you not, the worst tasting coffee in the world, before making his way around the circle of chairs to place himself next to me. "Good morning beautiful." He greeted me. "Names Jason." He extended his hand to me, introducing himself.

I hesitated for a second before I grasped his hand and shook it. "Leigh." I told him, deciding then that he would never know Rory.

He smiled at me in a way that made me feel safe, something I hadn't felt in months. "Nice to meet you Love." I noticed his accent then and knew that had I been in a better state mentally, I would have swooned over this gorgeous slice of Australian man.

After group that day he showed me around the beautiful grounds I would be calling my "home" for the next six weeks. I know now that if it hadn't been for Jason's support, I wouldn't have made it out of there.

I'd been so into my own thoughts I didn't notice Jason and Tristan were talking, about what I couldn't tell you. I straighten up gaining both men's attention, and walk around the counter to kiss Jason on the cheek. "I'm gonna go take a shower."

Jason grins at me, the wheels in his head turning. "Would you like some company?" I simply laugh and shake my head before turning away from them.