A/N: Thanks all of you for being amazing by reading and reviewing last chapter. I'm glad I didn't fail at Evelyn, so my sanity still remains intact. I realized I forgot to point something out last chapter. Caleb always having nightmares about falling was actually for a reason. Falling in your dreams normally means you have this fear of failing at something. It's minor, but just wanted to mention it. For this chapter, I'd like to thank BoxFullofRandom. This chapter is for you and your amazing suggestion. I hope you like it. This chapter again I'm trying something kind of different, but I think y'all are going to like it because well I don't want to ruin it. Anyways, hope y'all enjoy. Oh and major thanks to all of you. This story broke 50 reviews, so I'm extremely excited.

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Chapter 7: No Air

Leona's POV

Sun streamed through my window reminding me of what a beautiful day it was. I used to love spring, but lately, I had begun to hate it. It was sweet, innocent and happy. Everything that my life was missing. Images of that perfect smile and stern but caring brown eyes flashed in front of my eyes. Stupid bastard. I slammed my copy of New Moon closed. Today I was busy supposedly trying to relax, so here I lay on my bed in jeans and black tee, which unfortunately I realized was one of his, desperately trying to get engrossed in one of my favorite stories. Then again, reading a depressing story was not going to make my depressing life any better while I moped around in my boyfriend's clothes. In anger, I hurled the book at the shelf above my desk. Unfortunately, I didn't miss. A cascade of CDs and books came tumbling from the shelf, bouncing against the desk and my luckily closed laptop and making an impossible amount of noise. Yippee for me. Now I had a mess to clean up. With a groan, I lifted my sore body off the bed and headed towards the disaster zone when my door swung open.

"Leona, are you okay? I heard this loud noise," Cyb asked, looking at my recently created destruction.

"Yeah, I just always get mad when the stupid dumbass leaves her, thinking it's such a genius idea," I responded, picking up my battered copy of New Moon as evidence.

"Me, too, but I don't throw the book and make a gigantic mess," she scolded, as more books continued to tumble onto my desk.

"Whatever," I mumbled, bending down and beginning to pick up the mess.

I hoped Cybele would get the hint to leave me alone, but I seriously doubted it. Stupid maternal instinct. I knew she was really just looking for an excuse to call me on my lack of visits with her. I hadn't gone in almost a week to visit him, but I couldn't stand the constant feeling of helplessness. He was just lying there, unable to move, unable to speak. His good days were when he actually had his eyes open even though he didn't respond to anything. I needed some air when I started to live only for his good days. Besides, the dreams only got worse when I visited. Frankly, I was tired of waking up only to go puke in the bathroom because of those stupid dreams. Not to mention, his mother and I weren't exactly on the best terms. I guess threatening to burn her really put a damper on our relationship. Ah, hell what did I care? Nothing had happened where I would need her to approve of me. At least, I bet she's regretting those grandmother comments now because she ain't going to have any now.

The soft click as the door shut closed returned me to my surroundings. I looked over to see Cyb kneeling on the floor and starting to pick up the mess, too. Damn it. Would people stop helping me? I wasn't a fragile porcelain doll. I was capable of adapting to pain, but no one seemed to get it. Even Reid, the fake player extraordinaire, had started acting all brotherly until I threatened to burn off his favorite appendages. It's not like I would seriously do it, but it was fun to watch him squirm. He at least got the picture to leave me the hell alone.

"Lee, I think we need to talk," Cyb broke the silence, looking directly into my eyes.

"This is so sudden. Are you breaking up with me? It's for him, isn't it?" I mocked, pretending to be shocked. I had to dodge a book that went flying towards my face.

"Lee, I'm serious. You've been avoiding him like the plague. Before, I had to pry you from the house. What's going on?" she prodded, trying to get me to open up. Fat chance of that happening.

"Nothing," I answered bluntly, avoiding her eyes.

"Bullshit," Cyb challenged.

I stared at her, surprised by her outburst. She never challenged me. She would prod and poke trying to convince me in her way, but she never flat out called me on something. I knew the shock must have been emanating from my face, but Cyb wasn't about to back down. Neither was I. This was my mess to deal with.

"Cyb, I love you like a sister, but it's none of your damn business," I ordered back, asserting my power as eldest of the Guardians.

"Don't even think of using on me. Earth can destroy Fire just as easily," she warned. I saw the green ebbing around the outer edges of her eyes.

"Your powers aren't as destructive as mine," I threatened, letting Fire blaze to life inside of me.

"Lee, what are you doing?" Cyb questioned, her eyes quickly flashing to green.

Reality struck me bitterly. I was going to use on my sister. My emotions were so out of whack that I was about to use on my sister. Where was Fire in all of this? I felt its power, but where was the obnoxious voice? Not that Fire was really a voice of reason.

"What's going on with you? We really need to talk," she urged as her eyes cleared of green. She tried to pull me into a sisterly hug, but I backed away, pulling myself off the ground.

"I have to get out of here," I muttered, quickly grabbing my keys and bolting for the door.

"Lee, wait," I heard Cyb call, but I ignored her as I ran from my room through the halls.

My bare feet pounded loudly against the linoleum. I must seem stupid, running around the school with no shoes, but I couldn't be in that room a minute longer. I felt like I couldn't breathe, like there was no air. Cyb just wanted to interrogate, find a solid answer to what was going on with me, but I don't think there was any definite answer. I was falling to pieces over a stupid boy. I must be crazy. How does a person fall ridiculously in love with someone after knowing them a couple of hours? Better yet, how does someone say "I love you" after dating for a month at most? My life was so messed up. I felt this strong attachment to a person in truth I barely knew. It frightened me that he had felt the same, but maybe it was just teenage lust. Then again, lust doesn't jump in front of you to save you from an evil bitch's curse. Love does that. Damn it, why did he have to love me?

I didn't know how long I had been standing there, but somehow, I realized I was standing in front of my vintage Shelby. I loved this car, and I felt bad that I really hadn't driven it in weeks. It was just another stupid reminder of him. We always drove my Mustang because mine was well better, and now his was a hunk of scrap metal anyway. Why couldn't I just let him go? I could move on, maybe toss Aaron a bone, but the stabbing pain radiating from my heart told that was a "hell no!" My body had ceased to work in conjunction with my brain, I swear. Maybe, driving would clear my head. I climbed into the driver's seat and started my baby, letting her roar to life.

I drove for hours it seemed. I had no concept of where I was going. I just let the road take me where it wished. It wasn't until that familiar gated mansion came into view that I realized my heart had truthfully been the one driving. I willed myself to drive by, but my hands were steering the wheel into the driveway. My chest seemed to seize in panic because I was ashamed that I had been avoiding the person I swore I loved, and I didn't want to forgive myself for that.

I pulled the car to a stop in front of the house and turned off my car. Stepping out of the driver's seat made me wince in pain as my bare feet connected with the sharp, rough gravel. Hurriedly, I ran to the front door, praying that it was unlocked. The last person I wanted to deal with was Evelyn. I knew I should be polite and refer to her as Mrs. Danvers, but I couldn't bring myself to respect a woman who dealt with sorrow by downing alcohol. It didn't change anything, so what was the use? From what I heard from Reid, it only made Caleb angry at her, so why did she insist on doing it?

I couldn't fight back the familiar pang at the thought of his name. Shaking it off, I tried to open the door. Thankfully, it opened with little effort, and I stepped into the foyer of this ridiculous mansion. Carefully, I looked around, hoping to avoid my new personal monster. The soft clink of ice against glass coming from the sitting room told me where the old devil was. Quietly, I raced up the staircase, actually glad I didn't have shoes because noise would only alert the she-devil. I felt brave running up the stairs towards the boy I loved, but as my hand connected with the door knob, I froze. The little voice inside my head was screaming about all the pain I was going to inflict on myself. Biting my lip, I opened the door to see my Caleb, lying on the bed as lifeless as ever, but at least it was one of his good days.

The familiar darkness began to lift and I knew I must be dreaming again. The numbing pain was gone. Sleep seemed to be the only place that I wasn't afraid of so I opened my dream eyes to the world around me. Of course, I was in my bedroom. I was always in my bedroom when I dreamed, but it was a little different because she was there. My fiery Lee. Living life day after day without her was the greatest pain of all. I still couldn't believe that Sarah had killed her. As I looked at her approaching form, I still couldn't pinpoint what made me fall for the girl I spent my days and nights dreaming and longing for. She was so different than what attracted me to the stupid mistake known as Sarah. Hell, Lee and I were opposites and matches simultaneously. Lee made me do things I'd never dream of doing, bringing out the wild side I hadn't seen since I was younger, but she was so responsible, always looking out for her sisters above all else. It was weird, but somehow, it was like we fit together. It was as if you took a single heart, broke it in half, and gave a half to each of us, and everything somehow made sense when we were together. Maybe it was because she understood me. No, I think it was something deeper, much deeper than either of us could comprehend like two souls reuniting again.

"Caleb?" she called lightly, but her voice cracked.

I could see the tears slowly rolling down her face across her almost healed cuts. Her black shirt seemed to hang off her like she had lost weight until I realized it was mine. I used to like seeing her in my clothes, but now it just seemed like a bitter reminder of sweeter moments, especially a certain morning with her clad in only a black button down shirt of mine. One of the best days of my life. At times, I regretted seeing her in my dreams because she always looked so depressed like I had died or something, and weren't you supposed to be able to have what you needed or wanted in your dreams? Normally, I couldn't tolerate the pain of seeing her, especially in this much pain, but tonight I would. I hadn't seen her face in so long that I realized how fragile and broken she looked. Where was my brave fearless Lee? I would erase her sadness. If she really had taken me up on my offer for the future, it would have been my job until death do us part, and I would most certainly enjoyed it. For the moment, I just wanted to put her back together.

"Leona, I'm right here," I called, but my voice was gone.

She sat down on the bed beside me, avoiding my eyes. This dream seemed so real. I could almost feel the heat radiating from her and smell the scent of sweet cinnamon that lingered on her body, but some memories are stronger than others. A horrible pain stabbed at my chest when she looked at me with her green eyes so full of tears. I reached up to touch her face, but my hand just lay at my side. What was going on?

"Caleb, I can't keep doing this. Everyday it hurts more, and I don't understand why. I can't even begin to understand how we ended up together, but…," she started but was choked off by another sob.

"No, Lee. We ended up together because we were meant to. You knew that we were perfect for each other from the day we met. I don't know how you knew, but you did. I didn't see it at first, but you weren't wrong. Don't you give up," I argued, annoyed at her for trying to give up, but she still couldn't hear me.

"I don't even know if you can hear me, but tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air. Losing you is like living in a world with no air. Caleb, I love you so much. Why did you have to save me? I could have saved myself," she cried, bringing her hands to her eyes to wipe away the tears.

Damn this dream. Why couldn't I move? She needed me to kiss her tears away like I always did until she felt better. I wish there was a way I could make you understand. I studied the hands she held against her face and saw my ring proudly in place on her left ring finger. She still loved me whether she wanted to admit or not. She was just trying to run away, and that was never her style. She always fought for what she wanted. At least, I still had her heart even if her brain was trying to take her away from me, even if this was just a dream.

"I'm right here, baby. Lee, just look at me," I ordered without any response. Somehow, it worked though because her green eyes flickered to mine. I saw so much pain reflected in them, and I knew I was the cause of it sadly.

"I had a dream about us the other night. We had the most beautiful baby boy. He looked just like you with his dark hair and serious nature, and he had the same breathtaking smile. Caleb, the dream seemed so real, but it was just a dream," she sobbed again, and I wanted so badly to hold her.

I had never admitted it to her, but from the moment she became mine, I had stupidly began to picture what our future might look like. What our son would look like? Would he look like me or Lee? The Sons of Ipswich always had sons, but I think the Guardians only had girls. Maybe, we would have a baby girl instead. Of course, she would probably be a little wild child like her mother, so I, the tough leader of the Sons, would end up wrapped around my little girl's finger. I could just picture Lee's amusement over that one. I wanted that future filled with happiness and joy.

"How do you expect me to live alone with just me? 'Cause my world revolves around you. It's so hard for me to breathe. Caleb, I need you so damn much it scares me sometimes. I haven't needed anyone for all of my life, and you walked into my life with your hero complex and screwed that all up. You find a way to come back, damn it," she ordered, pounding her fist against my chest.

"I will, Lee. I promise. I can't live, can't breathe with no air. It's how I feel whenever you ain't there. There's no air. I will find some way to fix this. I love you," I whispered, wishing desperately I could clutch her tight to me, but she understood.

She crawled into the bed on top of me and laid her head across my chest, crying her tears into the fabric of whatever I was wearing. How did things go from so perfect to so horrible? My life was perfect, and now the love of my life was dead. Now the only way I could see her was in my dreams, but I couldn't hold her or comfort her when she was clearly in so much pain. I don't think I ever realized how much I wanted or needed her.

"Please, Caleb, come back," she choked out, her arms wrapping around my neck.

"Lee, we'll figure out a way to fix this. There has to be a way to bring you back to me even if I have to resurrect that son of a bitch from the grave. We'll be together even if it's just for right now," I replied, willing my body to respond.

I concentrated on her face. The cuts and scrapes across her face, disfigured the face of my goddess. Her eyes were closed as she listened to my heart beat. This did feel so real. I swore I could feel the weight of her body against mine, the gentle rising and falling of her chest against mine. It was way too real, but it didn't seem possible that this was true. I couldn't ignore what my senses were telling me. This had to be reality this couldn't be a dream. Leona must be here. I focused on my hands, and slowly, I was able to wiggle my fingers. I tried my arms and found that they, too, could move. I struggled to lift my arms, fighting off this unnerving dizziness that swirled around my head, but I'd be damned if I couldn't find away to comfort my Lee. Gradually, I was able to wrap my arms around her, resting on her shoulder blades. I'd never been so happy in my life to hold my girlfriend in my arms.

"Caleb?" she questioned, looking up at me with swollen red eyes.

Focusing on my mouth, I tried to talk, but the words wouldn't come. Lee didn't want words though. Her lips crashed against mine, demanding me to respond, and ignoring the splitting pain rushing through my head, I kissed her back with every ounce of strength I could possess this body to give. She gave in hungrily with need, her hands moving to the side of my face. I began to move my hands from her shoulders down her back to her waist pressing her closer to me, but my arms suddenly stiffened. The pain only intensified as I tried to fight to stay with her, but like a rubber band stretched too far, I snapped back into blackness. My dream was coming to an end, and bitter reality was bringing me to the beginning of another useless day without her. At least, tonight I had been with the woman I loved.

Leona's POV

Caleb's arms and hands traveled along my back, holding me tighter against him. I honestly couldn't breathe, but I was so happy. He was back. My evil angel was back. Exhilarating hope coursed through my body in a way I had never felt. Then, his body gave out. The life that had sprung forth was suddenly gone. The lips that had kissed me fervently were growing cold, and his eyelids were now shut in pain.

"Damn you, Caleb," I shouted, pounding my hands against his chest.

"Don't you dare do this to me. Come back," I demanded, my temper starting to flare.

Forgetting where I was, I screamed in anger into the air. Heat rushed across my body as the flames spread from my hands. A change was coming over my body like I was transforming into fire again. I looked down at my arms to see the fire raging up my body. Shit.

Breathe, Lee

The voice startled me especially since it was coming from my head. It seemed familiar but distant. Where had I heard that voice before?

I'm your element, dumbass.

'Sorry, jackass, you've been quiet for weeks. Now you're going to bother me,' I remarked bitterly, now knowing what the stupid voice belonged to. The pain in the ass I referred to as Fire.

Yeah, I am because you're being stupid, Fire ordered in its annoying way.

'You know what. You bring my boyfriend back to consciousness, and maybe I'll listen to you,' I ordered. Was I seriously arguing with my element again?

Yeah, you are, and frankly, I'm tired of it. You want him back. Stop whining and use the book. It's not just sitting around to look pretty," the always illusive Fire responded. I swear, it only knew how to speak in riddles.

'You going to give me any guidance on this or watch me struggle? No wonder I enjoyed the peace and quiet for the past few weeks,' I challenged, hoping to piss it off.

No, I don't know anything you don't. But honestly, you don't think this has happened before? C'mon, Lee, you're a smart Guardian. Use your brain and stop using me. You got lucky last time you went all elemental. I don't recommend trying it again, Fire taunted and warned, reminding me to let the flames dissipate from my body.

'Fine, but I'm doing it the easy way,' I grumbled.

"Veni Liber Salutis," I called into the air, picturing the Book.

Another little secret I never told Caleb. Being a Guardian didn't just give you power to manipulate your element. The Guardians were natural born witches, gifted with additional powers by the Watchtowers. Of course, the witch blood weakened as generations passed since male witches were few and far between. Somehow, I lucked out that the Williams bloodline was fairly strong, so I could actually perform spells with ease. Right now, I was just being lazy. A simple Summoning spell, and right on time, the Book materialized in my lap. I realized it was really stupid to use my powers for something so simple, but after what happened, I didn't want to leave Caleb if there was a chance he might come back again.

I flipped open the battered cover and began searching. Cybele had been pouring over this book for weeks, so why did I think I would have any more luck than her? Because I had Caleb to think about. He must be miserable in whatever hell Sarah created for him, but how had he managed to come back even if it was for only seconds? That curse was supposed to be permanent, but how could Guardians withstand it? I flipped to the page that talked about the curse. "…the cursed will be thrown into the spiritual plane and plagued by their fears…" the Book said. Well, that was just lovely, but it made sense. Guardians floated between realms with their Watchtowers, so that must be why we weren't affected. Now, how did we always get back from the spirit realm? Oh yeah, that pain in the ass always yells at me and tells me to go back to the real world. Is that it then? He had to realize that he wasn't in reality, and then, he could return. How on earth was he supposed to do that? Plus, that was kind of lame if it was that simple. I guess the cluing him in on the spirit thing was the tricky part.

Glancing down at Caleb's face, I realized that maybe this wasn't what I wanted to deal with right now. Today, I wanted to fall asleep in his arms and save all of this for another day. At least, I had half of our problem solved. If I could get him to realize he was in the spirit plane, he might be able to come back to me. That was an improvement, and I knew it was because of Caleb. He gave me the encouragement I needed to hold on and keep fighting to save him. If he could find a way to come to me, I would have to find my own way to him. It was like trying to breathe with no air, and he was my oxygen. I didn't understand it, but I needed him.

"I love you, Caleb," I whispered, kissing him softly. Gently, I rested my head over his heart and listened to its steady beat until I drifted to sleep.

Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air?
Can't live, can't breathe with no air
It's how I feel whenever you ain't there
There's no air, no air

Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gon' be without me?
If you ain't here I just can't breathe
There's no air, no air

A/N: I hope you liked this chapter. I definitely liked this chapter better than last, and I think you could probably tell. I know this is kind of random, but it amused me. According to the Witches' Hammer (yeah, lunar I know it's a ridiculous book), red haired and green eyed people were considered witches. It just amuses me because obviously that meets Lee's general description, but anyway. I hope you enjoyed a little taste of Caleb even though I took him away yet again, but y'all I can't bring him back yet. Trust me, though Caleb still has things in store for Lee even if he is in a comatose state. That reminds me. What Caleb has to deal with in the spirit world will be explained shortly. If you liked it or are extremely annoyed that I took Caleb away yet again, please review and let me know.