A/N: Well now we get to see where it all started. Or, well where some of it started again. Just wanted to let you all know that I'm aware I dropped certain plots around and that I do plan on picking them up again. We will see more of when Greg and Tess first met. We will see more of Tess and Greg's visits with one another. We will see more of Jamie and her father and a lot of other fun stuff!

I'd love it if you'd review please. Thanks!

-LLK


February 8, 1999. 4: 00 PM; EST.

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Greg woke up for the fourth time that day and grumbled at himself for not being able to sleep despite having been up all night. He fumbled around for his cell phone and looked at it for the time realizing it was in the middle of his allotted sleep time for the day he shoved it under his pillow frustratedly and turned over again, trying to get back to sleep. Another few minutes passed and his mind was still reeling, finally he gave up and grabbed his phone again dialing Tess' number.

"Hey Greg," he heard her voice greet him happily. "What's up? Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

"I couldn't sleep," he admitted. "Where were you yesterday?"

"I was at home," she said slowly as her voice dropped. "Where else would I be?"

"I tried calling," he stated without emotion. "Twice."

"Oh," she said quietly. They were silent for a few moments. "I guess I must have had my phone off or something. I'm sorry."

"You always answer your phone," he pressed. "Where were you?"

They were both silent again for a while as Greg felt another wave of fatigue come over him. He ran his hand over his head and through his hair stopping it to hold back a yawn. He then turned and tucked his hands under his pillow, nestling closer to it. He glanced at the clock across the room from him, yawned again involuntarily and pulled the phone closer to his mouth.

"Tess," he said gently. "Come on...where were you?"

"I was..." she stopped obviously unsure as to if she should tell him or not. "Well, okay... I was on a date."

"A date?!" he asked happily, sitting up in bed so he could quiz her on it. "Who's the guy? Do I know him? Or... well do I know of him?"

"It was nobody," she insisted. He voice quickened and got a lot higher, something was bothering her. "Look it was just a stupid dinner nothing happened. Okay?"

"I didn't say it did." He waited for a moment as he shifted and turned on the lamp beside his bed. "So why don't you just tell me about it? Who is he?"

"Why do you want to know so badly?"

"If it was me wouldn't you be asking?" He pointed out remembering how much she'd pestered him when he'd first started seeing Kate. "I won't judge you."

"It was one of my teachers."

"I've always said you'd be better off with an older guy," he laughed. "So how'd you guys end up having dinner together?"

"We didn't eat dinner," Tess admitted and Greg's heart fell to the pit of his stomach. "I slept with him. Uh...in his... uh...office."

"You what?" Greg asked as shock slowly set in. "Well that's romantic."

"Shut up!" she said violently. Greg immediately felt badly for the way he'd put it. "It just happened okay. And it was really awesome."

"I thought you said you were..." he stopped. "Well, a uh... you know?"

"Not anymore."

"Oh," he whispered. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," she spat. "I swear guys ask the stupidest questions sometimes!"

"Well Tess I kinda don't know what to say here," he admitted. He fought another yawn back, this time not even wanting to be tired anymore. "He's a decent guy though right? He's nice to you and he's not married or anything."

"Of course," she argued though Greg wasn't convinced.

"Good," he said slowly and then choked on the last few words. "Well then I'm happy for you."

"No you're not," she accused him. "I can tell it from your voice. You're anything but happy for me. God Greg! I knew I couldn't tell you without you judging me like everyone else!"

"I'm not gonna judge you for this Tess," he said back a bit more loudly than he'd intended. "It's just sudden okay? I don't want you to end up getting hurt."

"Of course you would say that!" she shouted. "Look believe it or not I'm not some teenager with a crush on an older guy. I'm a legal adult—I'll be nineteen in a few weeks and I'm a student at Yale. I'm not exactly stupid."

"I didn't say that," Greg said desperately. "I don't think that. You know I don't think that. I'm just worried about you. C'mon Tess... that wasn't fair."

"Neither is you trying to make me feel badly about this."

"Fine," he agreed though he wasn't happy about saying it. "I won't say any more about the whole situation until you decide how you feel about it. Promise."

"Thank you," he heard her whisper back into the phone and could almost see the smile as it spread across her face.