A/N: It's a short one, but I hope it's okay. Let me know what you think, thanks so so much for the response on the last chapter. What do you think I should do next? What do you think would be my best move? Should Jane stay in Boston, should Maura ask her to go with her? Do you think time apart would be a good idea to help them process their thoughts?

"Do you think there's anything else out there?"

She was seventeen and they were laying on a field miles at the back of her house. She had her head on his chest and they were holding hands the way they always did. She was seventeen and she was sure she had never been this much in love.

"I doubt it."

They were different people in that sense. Because the parts of him that were filled with doubt and ignorance and naivety were always seeping through and she knew that she was filled with hope and wonder in those parts of herself. Where he wanted to get married and have a job, she wanted to explore the world and see the stars and, even though he would lay here with her in the middle of the night looking out at sky, she knew that would be as far as it would go. She knew he wouldn't travel, wouldn't seek new adventure. She knew he wouldn't watch those astrology shows with her or read horoscopes with her. She loved him more than she had ever thought she could love, but that amount of love still left room for doubt.

The fought a lot about what would happen when college came around. She had applied to BCU, but not even he knew that. She knew that she would join the police academy and he would go somewhere that had a top ranking sports programme and the idea scared her. Because she knew he loved her, but not enough to give up sports. She knew she wanted him to go somewhere good, and she knew that would be somewhere far away.

Maybe it was a good thing. Maybe then she could explore, she could travel.

Or Maybe she could be a cop, she could live with her parents until she got her badge, she could get a small apartment and beat up the bad on the street.

He could play sports and they'd both be happy.

Not together, but happy.

Maybe it wasn't normal to love someone this way. Maybe it wasn't normal to let them go so easily, but she worried that his dark parts would darken her light parts. His closed mindedness would cover up her amazement.

Jane blinked the memory away and smiled at how accurate her thoughts had been at such a young age. Her boyfriend at the time, Mark, had gone off to UCLA soon after high school ended. They had left things on good terms, but knew that long distance relationships were far too hard to keep up with. She had been accepted into BCU, but had denied her offer and took a place in the police academy. She never really fell in love after that, she was never really sure she was in love back then either. She always found ways to push men away, she always looked for things that would ruin the relationship rather than find out when it was too late. She always wondered why she had done this to herself, but part of her had always known.

"Could you pass me my shirt?"

They were sitting in Maura's dressing room and a comfortable silence had fallen over them for almost an hour now. The adrenaline from the gig had long since worn off and Maura had spent her time reading fan mail that people had left for her after her meet and greet. Both of them were pretending to occupy themselves with minor tasks, but they were deepy lost in thought. Both about each other, about what would happen after tonight, about their feelings, about how quickly those feelings appeared and how quickly they wished that they would go away when they separated.

Jane looked up from her book to see Maura, now standing in a bra, looking in her direction.

"I would get it myself, but you're kind of sitting on it."

It took a moment for her words to sink in and Jane wondered for a moment if she had been caught looking somewhere other than Maura's face. She sat forward and took Maura's shirt from behind her back.

She stood up so that they were face to face and took a step forward. The fabric between her fingers was soft and expensive, it served as a small reminder of the difference between Jane and Maura's life, but those differences seemed less and less important as the hours they spent together went on.

She smiled at how pretty Maura was, even with the remnants of eye make up she was wearing during the show she had just played. Even though her hair was in a messy effortless bun on top of her head and she had eye liner smudged on her eye lid. Her skin was soft, well cared for. Her lips were pink and glossy.

"did you…ah…did you make sure the car was getting here on time?"

She stepped a little closer and breathed in the sweet scent of expensive perfume and almond shampoo.

Part of her screaming that she was too close, that this was too much and the other part screaming to step closer, to wrap her arms around her waist.

"yeah."

Her face was only inches from Maura's, she could feel her breath, see every colour in her eyes. She could almost hear the rapid beating of her heart.

"have you um ha-"

Jane leaned in the extra few inches and touched her lips against Maura's.

She realised that there was more than one way to be starving.

That she had never felt this right.

That kissing someone had never felt this static before.

But then she realised that Maura might not feel the same way. She realised that Maura was leaving in less than an hour and they would never see each other again, she realised that she was kissing someone she had only just met. She realised that it was wrong and she pulled herself away despite the fact that Maura hadn't once argued or pushed her away. She realised that she could have stood there for hours, that everything around her might as well have just disappeared.

"God, I am so sorry…I…"

She placed her hand over her mouth and her other hand on her heart and stepped backwards towards the door, taking in once last glance at Maura before opening the door and running as fast as she possibly could.

and Maura stood there alone for a few minutes, fingers pressed against her parted lips, hands shaking.

"Come back."