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I gasped, and moved to shut the door, but he stuck his foot in the doorjamb, resting his forearm against the wood and preventing me from closing it. He exerted pressure on the door and it gave way- flying open and crashing against the wall. He was mad, no, furious would be a better way to describe his current state of agitation. I jumped back, frightened both at the noise, and the steely determination shining in his eyes. I stumbled backwards as he moved towards me- entering the flat without my consent. He advanced stealthily, each footprint sure and steady as I backed further into the room- the hungry, domineering lion preparing to pounce on the quaking gazelle.

The back of my legs hit the lip of the armchair, and I collapsed onto it, curling up into a ball in order to cower away from the cool rage of my soulfinder. He approached me slowly, his steps calculated, confident; he was in control. He took a seat on the coffee table so that I was directly opposite him, and there was no chance of escape. He rested his hands on the arms of the chair- physically penning me in.

"So which is it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Alexis or Mary; which do you prefer?"

"Alexis" I managed to stutter, not able to meet his accusatory gaze. I saw him nod out of the corner of my eye.

"And just what part of New Zealand did you say you were from, Alexis? Sydney, was it?" I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat, wrapping my arms around my knees.

"Yes, about that-"

"Yeah, let's talk about that. Let's talk about how you blatantly lied to my face before messing with my mind, and running off!" His voice grew louder towards the end of his tirade. He sighed, all anger now dissipating.

"Look, I'm sorry. I don't know what I've done to upset you, maybe I was a bit too full on- I didn't mean to scare you off. I promise, I'm not all bad really. I mean, I'm not a horrible person, well at least I don't think I am… Look, I know what happened with your sister, and I know that having a Benedict as your soulfinder wouldn't have exactly been what you were looking for, but she didn't know the full story. We're not who you think we are- we're not all inherently evil." He looked at me imploringly, begging me to understand. Looking into his eyes I began to see beneath the rage, beneath his frustration and anger. I saw what was really upsetting him. Rejection. He was scared. Scared, and upset that he thought he wasn't good enough. And then I felt terrible. Awful for not wanting a soulfinder, bad for running away and upset for not being the sort of soul finder that he deserved.

"Look, Will… it's not you. It's not you at all. My soulfinder could have been anybody and my actions would have been the same. The thing is, that I don't want a soulfinder. After what happened with Alice I don't want the risk- I saw her pain and I just couldn't imagine going through it, and-" He reached for my hands, trapping them loosely within his big palms, and forced me to look at him.

"Alexis, it's not always like that. Most soulfinders find each other and are happy- happier than they've ever been, and they get to spend a lifetime together. You can't let these opportunities get away from you because you're afraid of what might happen. We have something incredible, and I know you feel it too- the energy, the crackle between us. It's electrifying. Don't ignore the other possibilities, Alexis."

"It's not just that, Will. I don't want some mystical connection to force us to be together- I want to be able to choose for myself." His eyebrows furrowed at that comment.

"We're not forced to be together- it's just fate's way of giving us a prod in the right direction." I quirked an eyebrow at him; he was lying. There was no way this Adonis would have fallen for me. "Besides, it's not all that medieval. It's not like we're supposed to get married straight away and have babies- you do get a choice in the matter."

"Look, Will you seem lovely. Honestly, I'm sure you're a great guy, but I just-"

And it was at that very moment that Sam decided to make his appearance from the shower. Will and I both turned our heads in his direction as he walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. I knew this looked bad, very, very, very bad. I turned to Will to explain, but he'd turned a rather violent shade of purple, and was practically vibrating with anger. His grip on my hands had tightened, and I struggled to extricate myself from his hold.

"Will, look at me, this isn't what it looks like-"

"The Hell it isn't!" he yelled back, standing up, and knocking the coffee table backwards. "You tell me you don't want me as a soulfinder, and neglect to mention that you've already got a boyfriend!"

"He's not my boyfriend!" He doesn't listen, instead looking at Sam with malice.

"She's right man, we're not-"

"She's wearing your frickin' clothes!" I looked down as Will pointed to my outfit. Why the hell did I have to pick Jack's very obviously male hoody to wear? Could my luck get any worse right now? This was not helping my cause.

"Will, you're jumping to conclusions-"

"I don't want to hear it, Alexis!" He roared "You clearly aren't interested, and enjoy toying with people's feelings. I wish you'd just had the decency to tell me, instead of lying to my face. Goodbye, Alexis. I won't bother you again." And with that he stormed out of the flat without looking back. It was odd. This was what I wanted to happen. I wanted my soulfinder to leave me alone, and allow me to have my old life back. But why, why did it feel so wrong. His parting words cut deep, but he was right. I was a lousy soulfinder- he should have had a much better girl than me. I could feel the tears welling up, and I wiped at them furiously. Why was I crying? This was what I wanted. I turned to Sam, who was looking rather confused by the incident, and was still just wearing a towel- his hair still dripping from the shower.

"What was that?"

"That" I say swatting at the tears that kept trickling down my face "was my soulfinder." His eyebrows shot up at that, and his mouth dropped open.

"Shit" he murmured. Yeah, shit was probably the best word to describe what had just happened.

"God, I'm sorry, Lex- if I hadn't been here, this wouldn't have happened." I waved off his apology. It wasn't his fault Will had leapt to conclusions.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, no- it's fine. I'll be okay." I smiled, putting on a brace face that I was sure he could see right through.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, definitely- don't worry." The doorbell rang then, interrupting our conversation.

"And that's the pizza!" I said with a grin, leaping up to get the door. "Sam, you go change- I'll get it ready." He smiled. I could tell from the look on his face that he was desperate to know more, but didn't voice that. He knew I didn't want to discuss it, and he didn't press the matter any further. He was a good friend.

"Sure, Lex. I'll be out in a minute."

The rest of the evening was a lot less dramatic than the first, for which I was very relieved. Thankfully, this time when I opened the door, I was greeted with two pizzas, and no unexpected, lumbering American- a marked improvement from my previous encounter.

Sam wandered out of the spare bedroom a couple of moments later, as I was setting the pizzas down on the coffee table in front of the TV.

"Hot Fuzz, or The Shawshank Redemption?" I asked him, holding up the two DVD cases that I'd picked for him to choose between.

"Hot Fuzz, every time, of course! No brainier!"

"I knew I was friends with you for a reason." I grinned, sliding the DVD into the machine, whilst Sam made himself at home on the sofa, and helped himself to a slice of pizza. Settling next to him, I grabbed a slice for myself as the opening credits began. It was perfect. As odd as it sounds, it was so nice just to sit, and forget. To laugh like any normal person, and pretend that I was completely, and utterly ordinary- that I had no idea of savants, soul finders, and anything else out of the ordinary. Seriously, normality was bliss, even if we had to return to the paranormal world soon after.

Two hours later, the pizzas lay demolished, and the final credits rolled onto the screen. Yawning, I turned to Sam, who was rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. It had been a really long day- I'd been up since 5, and it was now five past eleven. I was exhausted.

"So, any more thoughts about Elinor?" I ask.

"Any more thoughts about Will?" He asked cheekily in response, and I swatted at him.

"Hey, easy!" he shrieked, dodging my slaps with comical exaggeration. "And no." he answered, when I'd stopped hitting him. "I'm still not sure what to do."

"Sleep on it?" I suggested.

"Yeah" he agreed. "I'm ready to hit the sack."

He helped me to clear away our glasses and plates, stacking them in the dishwasher, before grabbing two glasses of water for us to take to bed.

"Lex, I think I'll leave early in the morning."

"That's fine, Sam. Just wake me up before you go, and I'll see you off."

"No, Lex. You don't have to get up. Honestly, I'd feel awful if I made you get out of bed really early, especially when I know you're so tired after today- you need your rest." I began shaking my head even before he'd finished his sentence, but a traitorous yawn escaped my mouth. Sam laughed, as I proved his point.

"See- you need your rest! I'll leave before you're up. No arguing!"

"Okay, fine" I acquiesced. "Just leave the door on the latch, so that it shuts behind you when you close it." I led him to the door to demonstrate how to set it, so that it would lock when he shut it behind him. We headed off to our own rooms then, both in desperate need of some sleep. I gave him a hug before we separated.

"Good luck deciding, Sam." I said, as I threw his arms around his neck. "I'll support you whatever you do. Wake me up if you want a chat before you leave, but if you want to head off, just send me a text so I know that you've go home safely." He released me gently.

"Sure, Lex, and thanks." I shrugged off his thanks, but he continued anyway.

"No, honestly, Lex- thank you so much for letting me stay the night. I really needed to clear my head, and I really appreciate it."

"No bother, Sam." I replied, as we both headed to our rooms.

"Night."

"Night" he replied, as he headed to bed. I turned off the hall light with a flick of the switch, and headed off to bed myself. I was in desperate need of a good night's sleep, but with Will still on my mind, I really doubted I'd be in for anything other than a fitful night's sleep.

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