A/N: Since my chapter was so short last night, I have a longer one! Enjoy! Please review! =]

~Abby~

By the time I get to Jimmy's door I'm near panicking. I bang on his door as hard as I can, wondering what's taking him so long. Just as I'm about to start yelling his name through the door, he rips the door open. He looks… stressed, for one, but there's something else there. Concern?

I dart in the door before he can say anything, leaving him to shut it behind me, since he hasn't released his death grip on the handle yet. He shuts the door and turns to face me, obviously wondering why I'm so freaked out.

"Can I stay with you?" tumbles out of my mouth before I even realize it. My words remind me of Kelly, pleading with me to let her come stay with me, and I shut my eyes, hoping that this will shut off the memories but knowing it won't.

I feel immensely stupid, standing in front of him, panicked because I heard something against the window and just below my hotel room. I had vowed not to bother him, and here I am bothering him, hoping he wasn't already asleep when I banged on the door. I look down, and remember I'm in a robe and nothing else. Fantastic.

"Of course," he replies, not looking annoyed for a single moment. He puts an arm around me and leads me into the room a little further. "Did something happen?" he questions, not demanding, just concerned, as he begins to move his hand up and down my spine.

"Yes. No." Well, that's not confusing at all. "No, not really," I finally decide on. I start playing with the strings on the robe, hoping he'll just drop the subject. I'm starting to feel tired again and just want to crawl into bed and pretend for a little while that the last few days weren't real.

He must have noticed my fidgeting because he informs me, "One of the hotel guys brought me your suitcase when you didn't answer your door. It's right there." He gestures to my suitcase, placed against the wall.

I don't really know what to say to that, so instead of responding I just give him a weak smile and make my way over to it, glad that I'll have something to wear. I think I packed enough clothes for a month instead of a week (I have a bad habit of over-preparing), so I'm sure I'll find something.

"I'm going to get changed," I say, unzipping the suitcase and pulling some clothes out.

"Okay, take your time," he responds, and I make my way over to the bathroom and shut the door. I see the light go out from the crack beneath the door and assume that he's getting back into bed.

I change into my pajamas, once again feeling silly for harassing him when he's obviously exhausted and trying to get some sleep without me clinging to him. I linger a bit and then make my way out of the bathroom, prepared to fix my mistake.

~Jimmy~

I climb back into the bed, feeling the exhaustion creeping back after my fear for Abby's safety has subsided. She takes a little longer in the bathroom than I would expect, but I wait patiently for her to come back out.

I don't have to wait for much longer. She comes out newly dressed in mismatching pajamas. For a top she has on a pink tank top, but her bottoms are blue satin long pants with clouds on them. I find it amusing that she doesn't bother to find both parts of the set, but my amusement ceases when I notice how uncomfortable she is.

She lingers outside the bathroom door, playing with her damp hair. After a moment she releases the lock she'd been twisting around her finger, seemingly making a decision.

"You know, I'm just gonna go back to my room," she decides.

For a moment I'm surprised, since she not that long ago ran into my room in a frenzy. But when she continues, I understand what's going on.

"It's pretty late, and I don't want to keep you up." She turns to make her way to the door before I can get a word out.

"Abby," I say simply, in a tone that makes her stop without turning around to face me. My voice has stopped her in her tracks before, when I jokingly told her that I'd gotten married since she'd been gone. Oh, what a lie that had been. As if I could ever have married someone else. "Come here, it's fine." I gesture for her to come over to where I'm leaning up in the bed.

"No, I-"

"Abby, I want you to stay, I'll sleep much better knowing that you're safe." This is the truth, although I only tell her so so that she won't feel like she's being a burden (which she's of course not). I figure that I'll have a much better chance of making her stay if she knows that I want her here as much as she wants to be here.

She eyes me warily, as if she's not quite certain if I'm telling the truth. I slide over in the bed and hold up the sheets, waiting for her to move. After a few moments she does, walking over to the bed and climbing in, keeping her eyes on me most of the time. She settles in, fidgeting around to get comfortable, and I lie down beside her, close but not quite touching.

She turns her head to look at me, the dim moonlight streaming through the sheer curtains on the windows.

"Thank you," she says simply, and leans over to kiss my cheek.

"You're welcome," I respond, looking into her eyes, and I kiss her full on the lips. We both settle down into the bed, hoping that each other's presence will be enough to keep the monsters away.