Steve was asleep. He opened his eyes, however, when he felt two fingers against his lips. It was Jamie.

"Shh," she said, getting into the bed with him.

"Jamie-"

Jamie leaned down and kissed him, catching Steve by surprise. He kissed her back and wrapped his hands around her waist, enjoying her kisses. For the longest time he wished to hold her and kiss her.

"I'm sorry I lied, Jamie."

"I know."

They continued to kiss. Suddenly, something came over Steve. He reached up and slapped Jamie hard across the face, sending her to the floor.

"Steve, what are-"

"GET OUT OF HERE! YOU'RE FILTH! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE EVEN IN MY HOUSE!"

Jamie dashed out of the room in tears.

Steve woke up with a start. Of course. Another nightmare. It was amazing he was able to get to sleep at all. He looked at his watch and saw it was 1:30 a.m. Jamie hadn't come out of her room the entire evening. He had left a tray of food by her door, and was pleased to see that she ate it. Other than that, nothing.

Steve went downstairs and walked into the kitchen, flipping the light on, and was surprised to find Jamie sitting at the table, drinking a glass of water.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were in here."

"It's okay," Jamie said in a quiet voice.

"Why did you leave the light off?"

"I don't know."

"I'm surprised you were able to see in the dark."

"I wasn't. I stubbed my toe, and cursed like I was on an episode of The Osbournes or something. I'm surprised you didn't hear it."

"Are you okay," Steve asked with concern in his voice.

Jamie just shrugged her shoulders. She'd live, she supposed. After all, she was accident prone quite a bit, so not having light really wasn't going to make much difference.

"Mind if I join you?"

"It's your house."

Steve got himself a glass of water and sat at the table across from Jamie. He needed to talk to her. Explain himself more, but figured Jamie wasn't in the mood right now. She would talk when she was ready.

"Why are you up so late, Steve?"

"Nightmare."

"You have those a lot."

Steve didn't say anything. He took a drink of his water, looking in another direction. Anywhere but at her.

"Was it about Debra?"

Steve shook his head no.

"What was it about?"

Again, Steve didn't respond. He just couldn't bring himself to tell Jamie that she was the victim of his wrath in his nightmares.

"It was about me, wasn't it?"

This got a reaction from him. He looked at her this time, and sighed. Before he could say anything, however, Jamie spoke.

"It's okay. I know they're just nightmares. You fear you'll hurt me, too. But I don't believe you will, Steve."

"Y-you don't?"

"No. I've been doing some thinking. I even talked to Trish. I know what happened was quite a while ago, and that you and Debra are on good terms. I didn't mean what I said earlier."

Steve was confused now. "What did you say?"

"I called you a piece of shit. I didn't mean it."

At this, Steve laughed. It felt good to laugh.

"Well, you weren't completely wrong. I've been called worse, believe me."

Jamie laughed, too. They both sat there, and laughed.

"I forgive you, Steve."

"I'm sorry I lied to you."

They were friends again.

"Steve, there's something I need to tell you. It's really important. I- over the past couple of weeks, I've found myself- you won't believe me."

"What is it, Jamie," Steve asked, looking worried.

"Okay, first of all, Steve, you're very hot."

Steve laughed. "Back at ya."

"Anyway, a lot of girls out there I'm sure, think you're hot, too, and would love to be with you. They will say how much they love you and blah blah blah. Well, they don't know the real you. Not like I do. I know that you're a good man with a good heart, and that you have turned yourself around after what happened, and, Steve, I'm in love with you. There, I said it."

Jamie got up to leave, embarrassed by her confession, when she felt a gentle hand touch her arm. Steve cupped her face in his hands.

"The feeling is mutual, Jamie."

With that, Steve planted a passionate kiss on Jamie's lips.