A/N: Well this took longer than usual to get out. I really hope it's worth the wait. If anyone is interested, I've created a LiveJournal with little extras for this story. I've been bored and procrastinating on this chapter, so I made it on a whim. The link to it is in my profile. I love your reviews and I try to reply to each of them. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Remember to review!

Helplessly, Hopelessly, Recklessly

Interlude: Bobby

Bobby walked down the hall towards Jack's room. He needed to talk. Angel was busy doing whatever he and Sofi did in his room. Which left him with Jack. He knocked on his door. No answer. His first thought was that Jack was sleeping. Bobby felt the need to check, just in case he had on his headphones or something. He opened the door and revealed no one was in the room. The room was freezing. Bobby could almost see his breath. Looking for the source of the frosty temperature, he noticed the curtains were billowing.

Who the fuck keeps their window open during this time of year?

Bobby went over to the window to shut it. Just as he was about to shut it, he noticed a figure walking in the small space between the Fitch's house and theirs. When the person started to climb the drain pipe, he noticed they had very distinctive messy hair.

"Jack?" he asked himself. He watched as Jack climbed up to the one window with lights on inside. He opened the window, keeping his balance on a loose piece of siding. Once the window was opened, Jack fell through.

What the hell is going on here?

Bobby walked down the hall and banged on Angel's door. Angel's head popped out.

"What do you want?" Angel asked, clearly annoyed.

"I want to talk to you about where little Jackie's been spending his nights." Bobby told him.

Angel looked nervous. He's keeping something from me. "Okay, Bobby. I'll be in the living room in two minutes." Angel said.

"Alright." Bobby agreed. He walked the stairs and walked into the living room, sitting down on the couch. He began to tap his foot impatiently and drum his fingers on his thigh. He looked up as Angel came into the room, dragging Sofi behind him, who looked rather unenthusiastic about the whole ordeal.

"Angel, why does La Vida Loca need to be here? It's none of her business." Bobby said gesturing to the tumultuous latina. Sofi ignored him as she made her way over to the chair on the other side of the room, far away from Bobby.

"I wouldn't have brought her down here if it wasn't her business." Angel said as he sat on the couch next to Bobby.

"There's no rea-" Bobby started.

"Do you want to find out about Jack or not?" Angel cut him off.

"Fine. I still don-" Bobby said.

"If you would shut your mouth, maybe you'll find out." said Angel.

"Angel." Bobby said in a threatening tone.

"Bobby." Angel mocked.

"Just get on with it." Bobby said. Exasperated, he sagged deeper into the couch.

"Thank you." Angel smirked. "Where do you want me to start? Thirteen years ago or the night of mom's funeral?" he asked.

"What? Thirteen years ago? What does it have anything to do with the fact, that Jack is in little Maddie Fitch's room right now." Bobby said.

"It has plenty to do with it. Have you been gone to long or have you just forgotten? Jack and Maddie have been...I don't really know what to call them. Friends just doesn't sound right. Never mind. They have been what ever they have been for thirteen years. It's just developed naturally." Angel explained.

"What are the freaking love doctor, or something? Developed naturally? This still doesn't explain what the hell, Jack thinks he's doing up in her room. I want facts, Angel. Not emotional crap." Bobby said heatedly.

"Why are you getting angry over this? You have nothing to do with it." Angel said.

"I'm sick of people keeping things from me. First Jerry, now Jack. True, It may not be a very crucial secret. It still pisses me off." Bobby sat up and buried his face in his hands. "Maybe, I'm overreacting." he said. He looked over to Angel.

"Just a little bit." Angel said, holding up his hand, his thumb and forefinger apart.

"Great, Now that you two have had your little heart to heart, I think it's time for Angel and I to go back to bed." Sofi said from her chair in the far corner of the room.

" 'fraid not, sweetheart. I want you to tell me everything you guys know. I have to have something to use against them." Bobby said.

"Asshole." Sofi spat.

"I love you, too." Bobby said cheekily.

End of Interlude

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"Is what for you, Jack?" I asked, trying to play innocent. Good, pass it off as the norm. You always wear barely there nightgowns in front of him. Who am I kidding?

"You know what." he said. He took a step closer. His eyes ran once again down my body, this time outright admiring every inch of me. He looked so predatory, it caused a shiver to run down my spine. "That nightgown makes you look hot." he said.

That broke me out of my reverie. Hot? There's so many different adjectives he could have used. Hot? That word is just...horrid. I grabbed my bathrobe from the hook on my closet door. I shucked it on, tying the belt ruthlessly. I glared at him.

"What's wrong?" he asked. Wrong thing to say. I'm sorry Jack for the earful you are about to receive.

"Hot?" I said in a slightly high pitched voice. "Is that all you can come up with? Whatever happened to Beautiful? Pretty? Hell, I would have taken a 'You look Nice'. Hot? That word is degrading. It makes me feel dirty. I know it's supposed to be a compliment, but I can't find anything nice about being called hot." I spat. I crossed my arms over my chest. God, I sound like a bitch.

"Next time, I'll make sure I have approved my all of vocabulary with you before speaking." He said coldly.

"Good." I said narrowing my eyes into little gray slits.

We simply stared at each other.

Then Jack laughed. "God, you really are a stubborn thing." he said through his laughter.

"Damn proud of it, too." I said smiling. He laughed harder. I began to laugh myself. Soon after the laughter died away.

"Will you take off that robe?" he asked.

"No. I think it's rather comfortable. Besides, You haven't apologized yet." I said. I began to take out the braid in my hair. It was almost nonexistent because most of my hair had fallen out throughout the day.

"Apologized? I think you owe me an apology. I didn't just lecture you about better word choice. How 'bout we forget apologies and you take off the stupid robe? I promise to say something nicer this time." he said giving me a pathetic excuse for a puppy dog face.

I shook my head. "I don't think you earned the right to ogle my goodies.Sorry." I said, completely serious.

"What!" he said.

"I said-" I began.

"I know what you said. I just couldn't believe it came out of your mouth. Ogle your goodies..." he muttered the last part under his breath.

"Well, Isn't that what you were doing? Weren't you planning on doing it some more?" I said. I smirked as an adorable blush started to creep upon his cheeks. "Don't try to deny it."

"I wasn't gonna." he said. "Okay, I'm sorry. Will you take off the robe?" He took a step closer to me.

"No. I want you to grovel, first." I smirked.

"Grovel?" He got down on his knees, holding his hands up in a praying position. "I'm sorry. Will you please take off your robe." he pleaded. His eyes sparkled with the start of laughter. "Have I groveled enough for you?"

I shook my head. "No." I said.

He didn't like that answer, so he reached out a hand, grabbing a hold of belt of my robe. He pulled on it until my robe fell open and he held the belt in his hand. He did it so quickly, I scarcely had time to slap his hand away.

"Cheater." I said, trying to keep the robe closed.

"You know I never liked to follow the rules." he retorted. He dangled my belt in front of my face. Forgetting about being exposed, I reached up to grab it. He held it out of my reach, using his superior height to his advantage.

"Give it back!" I said. I tried to jump for it, but that proved useless.

"Now, why would I go and do a thing like that? This is much more fun." he said. He reveled in gaining the upper hand. He swirled the belt close enough for me to reach, but quickly moved it when I got too close.

I jumped again, thinking maybe this time it would help. It didn't. "This is only fun for you! Now give it to me!" I said.

"Not a chance!" he said. He ran over to the bed, jumping on it. Standing up on the bed, his head almost reached the ceiling. "If you want it so bad, come and get it!" he teased. He started to lightly bounce on the bed. He was dangerously close to bumping his head.

Taking a running start, I leaped onto the bed and tackled Jack. We fell in a crumpled heap of limbs. I began to wrestle him for my belt. Gaining the upper hand, I finally rescued it from his grasp. My elation was short lived because not a moment after, I was pinned to the bed by Jack. He was on top of me, his hands holding mine above my head.

"Gotcha." he said, his breathing heavy from all the wrestling.

"It seems you've won." I said.

"I love winning." He smirked right before his lips came crashing down upon mine. His hands released my wrists, so I was free to run my fingers through his hair. He gently placed his hands on the sides of my face. This simple action made me feel cherished, delicate. He was always gentle when he kissed me. I loved that. The kiss began to slow. Soon he wasn't just kissing my lips. He peppered kisses along my jaw line from my ear back to my chin and up to my lips again. His hands had slid into my hair as mine were resting lazily on his shoulders.

"I love your hair." he whispered huskily into my ear. I was a completely helpless puddle of goo, I don't think I could have strung two words together. One of his hands slid out of my hair and rested itself on the curve of my waist. He brushed his lips against mine. I love kissing him. It made me feel special, wanted, alive. I felt so many things just kissing him. I was so caught up in the feeling, I hardly noticed his hand creeping up my thigh, pushing the skirt of my nightgown up around my waist. I felt the roughness of his jeans scrape the soft skin of the inside of my thighs.

I pushed him away slightly. He stopped and looked into my eyes. I saw concern in his eyes but he couldn't mask the disappointment. "I understand I was moving too fast for you. We can stop if you want to." he said.

The problem was I didn't want him to stop. Pushing him away was a natural reaction for me. I was trying to protect myself from something I wanted. Which is completely crazy and illogical. I was just plain afraid and most fears are crazy and illogical. I wanted him and I was afraid of that. I was afraid of losing myself in the moment but I desperately wanted to. I wanted to give everything to him. Mind, soul, and body. But fully giving yourself to someone is scary. I looked into his eyes and forgot my fears, as silly and corny as that sounds. I gave into him.

"I don't want you to stop." I said. His eyes widened in surprise. He tried to protest.

"But-" I placed a finger to his lips, silencing him.

"Just accept it. I want you to make love to me." I said. My voice was trembling. My body was shaking, but I never felt so happy.

"Okay." he whispered.

"I'm completely terrified, just so you know." I said.

He gently caressed my cheek with the tips of his fingers. "That's okay." he said.

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A/N 2: I hope that wasn't horrible. That last part took me forever and I'm still not happy with it. Gah! I have this fear that I'm writing Jack WAY out of character. Stupid insucurities...