x.x.x

He paced the hallway, his hand in his hair, as he watched the doors, feeling every bit the monster she'd shouted at him that he was, before he'd slapped her earlier. He hadn't wanted to slap her, he hadn't meant to, but it'd happened. He'd lost his temper and as a result, he'd hurt the one person he never wanted to hurt.

"You shouldn't even be here you piece of shit." her brother said as he glared at his friend, growling, every bit the pissed off and concerned older brother that he was supposed to be, that he had every right to be right now. He'd dragged Kylie to the hospital because he walked in on them fighting, Kylie hit her head during the fight, it'd busted her forehead open.

"Colby, I'm.."

"Get the fuck out of my sight right now, Good."

Jon walked down to the garage and paced, swearing, kicking at garbage cans nearby as he wondered if Kylie were finally done with him this time, if she'd finally use her good sense and walk away from him. If she did, he wouldn't blame her, and he'd do his best to be okay with it.

But deep down, he knew if he ever got another chance with her, he'd never let her go. He'd do his best not to screw up, he'd beg her on his knees if he had to, to be forgiven.

He got into his car and left, and she never came back to the hotel with her brother that night. After a while, he got back into his life, though in the back of his mind, he was always thinking about her, wondering what might have been, what he'd do differently if she were back in his life.

x.x.x

"How fucking long does it take?" he asked from beside his friend as they sat in the waiting room of the local hospital. They hadn't been planning on bringing Kylie in, but when she fainted shortly after the policemen left, her former boyfriend Michael Morgan in handcuffs, on his way to jail, probably prison if Seth had his way about it and pressed charges..

"Shhh. Will you fucking chill the hell out, Good?"

"Sorry, I just.."

"Thank you." Seth muttered as Dean asked, "For what?"

"If you hadn't left your wallet tonight, man, we'd have been finding her dead when we got back. And for going as slowly as you can. Not saying I trust you any more than I did before, but it's a start."

He nodded and sipped the 3rd coffee he'd had in the space of an hour and then sat back, his sneaker's sole squeaking as he bounced his foot on the floor impatiently. "I'm tryin."

"I know."

The doors opened and Dean stood, looking at her as she walked out towards them, his eyes filled with concern. "Well?"

"Mild concussion.. Can we just go home now, guys? I'm fine, really." Kylie said as she sighed and hugged her brother, hugged her former boyfriend, the man she still loved but had so much bitter history with she was too scared to try again.

"Yeah. Let's go home." her brother said as she bit her lower lip, let both males put their arms around her, though on the part of Dean, it was warily. She was slowly starting to wonder if maybe they could try this again. He just didn't seem like the same man of ice he'd been back then.

But she knew what he was capable of, he knew what she was capable of. It didn't stop her from wanting to be with him again, and she was so close to just giving in.

In the car, she sat in the backseat, surprised when he got in also, sat beside her. "So.. The concussion.. that's all, right?"

"Yeah. Just still scared about it." she muttered as she leaned against him and squeezed her eyes shut. Her emotions were at war with her mind and her heart right now and none of them was winning.

The pull, the magnetism she thought she'd break by walking away the second time they crashed and burned was still there, still every bit as strong as it had been then, despite all done to damage it. Could she do this?

Did she want to go down this road again?