A/N: Could it be? Did I? Yes I did... I updated! WARNING: the following chapter contains smut, language and mature subject matter, henceforth changing this chapter's rating to M. Should you have a problem with intercourse between a loving couple you may pick up the story in Chapter 11. You have been warned.

Own Miracle I do not. (I asked for them for Christmas... Santa hasn't listened yet), no need to sue. Own Vanessa, Erica, and Colleen I do, you no steal.

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Okay, done with rambling... on with story.

Chapter 10

Erica had just gotten Colleen to sleep, had changed into her pajamas, and crawled into bed as Robbie finished brushing his teeth. He crawled into bed beside her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She had her back to him, but she was still the most beautiful woman in the world.

He couldn't resist. He bit her shoulder.

"Oww!" she nearly shrieked. "What was that for?"

"Because you're so beautiful, I just wanna…" he pulled her closer to him, his erection throbbing to be released from his boxers.

She giggled as he snuck a kiss. She reached her hand down into the waistband of his boxers and freed his manhood, which was throbbing, begging for release. She ran her hand up and down, knowing full well he was close.

"I wanna be inside you…" he begged her, his pupils dilated from arousal.

"No," Erica insisted, working her fingers to hear him moan. "Last time that happened I ended up carrying your soccer player…" she answered, referring to Colleen. She purred with satisfaction as she felt Robbie shudder through his orgasm. "That's the Robbie McClanahan I know…"

"It's not nice to tease people, Ricki…" he scolded her, clearly out of breath and slowly worming his way to removing her pajama pants and into her black panties with 'devil' printed on the front.

"Who's teasing?" she rolled over on top of him as she skirted her panties down her legs and off. All of a sudden he was ready to go again. Her throaty moan and her tongue on his member only made him pulse harder.

"Good God, Ricki, the things you do to me…" he gasped.

She slid herself onto his erection and tightened her muscles around him. "I never said I didn't want any, I just wasn't let you get any…" she purred.

Robbie smirked and forced himself up over her, rolling her over so that he was now the aggressor. She felt so good around him. Suddenly, he thrust. She whimpered in pleasure.

"Harder Robbie…" she hissed. He obliged. Soon she shuddered with her own orgasm and felt Robbie become lax. They soon fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

Jack O'Callahan bit his tongue to keep from spewing obscenities. He may have been known as 'the first one to drop the gloves', but when it came to women… he didn't have the strength to fight it anymore

Vanessa Brooks had used him. He felt like he'd had his guts ripped out and danced on. Stupid Jimmy Craig… this was what he had done! He'd taken Vanessa from him. To think they'd once been best friends, playing on the same team, working toward a common goal. Now they had both slept with Vanessa, and were fighting over her. For all he knew he would be over at her apartment screwing her right now.

Great, now it was raining. Great… that was… fucking dandy! Suddenly, while he moved to turn on his windshield wipers, they jammed. Even more fucking fantastic, the wipers weren't working. Right in front of Erica and Rob's front door, the engine died.

Jack heaved a sigh. He opened his car door and popped the hood, hoping to find the cause of the problems. Finding nothing, he slammed the hood down and kicked the grill.

"You fucking piece of shit excuse for a car!" he shouted as the rain soaked his jacket. Giving up, and leaving it in the middle of the street, he went and knocked on his friend's door.

Erica awoke to the sound of a fist pounding on her door. Robbie must have heard it too, since he'd now woken up. He moved ahead of her, quickly got dressed and looked through the peephole.

Standing in the pouring rain was none other than Jack O'Callahan.

Rob rolled his eyes and unlocked the door. This was getting to be too much. Jack and Jimmy were grown men, what were they doing? Erica came out of the bedroom behind him wrapped in her housecoat. Rob opened the door and let him in.

Erica instinctively wrapped him in a towel. She led him to the couch and was about to sit down with him when she caught Rob's eye. "I'll be right back, OC." She followed her boyfriend into the kitchen and shut the door behind her.

"What is he doing here, Ricki?" Rob was getting fed up. Of course, Jack and Jimmy were his good friends, but this was getting out of hand. Ever since Herb had put Vanessa on the team she'd screwed with them, no pun intended. "If he hurt her, I swear…"

"Robin McClanahan, get a hold of yourself!" Erica reasoned. "Take a look at him!" she hissed. Rob creaked the door open to see Jack sitting quietly on the couch, his head in his hands. "I think she hurt him more than he did her."

Rob moved to go outside when Erica stuck a hand on his chest to stop him. "Let me handle this." She moved out the door and went to sit with the quivering Jack O'Callahan.

"Wanna tell me what happened?" she whispered, snaking her arm around his shoulders.

She heard him exhale sharply before throwing his head back and running his hand through his hair. "There's really not much to say," Jack answered. "We said goodbye. Actually, more like she asked me to leave her apartment and I left."

Erica nodded, knowing better than to say something that would only inflame the situation. She'd been around both Jack and Jimmy long enough to know their mannerisms. The same posture, the same determined look, the same passion. But as she looked into Jack's eyes, she saw that the passion was no longer there, it had been extinguished.

"Jack…" he inhaled and exhaled sharply. "You're a smart man, and, yes, it's difficult, but moving on is the best way to approach things."

"I don't know…" he breathed. "Maybe I'm…" he paused, again running his hand through his hair. "Maybe I'm just not good enough."

This was not the Jack O'Callahan she knew. The Jack O'Callahan she knew had drive, confidence; passion… the man sitting beside her was sad, drooping, and unhappy.

"That's what she wants you to believe, Jack!" Erica insisted, just realizing how manipulative Vanessa Brooks actually was. "It's all part of her little game!" Erica breathed out loud. "That's it, I'm done with you, I don't care…"

"What… what are you saying?" he looked to her, her eyes filled with rage.

"This is not the Jack O'Callahan I know!" she fought to keep her voice down. She got up from the couch and nearly smacked her head against the stone of the fireplace. "You're the strong one! You're determined, you're passionate… Vanessa has turned you into nothing more than a pile of shit!"

Jack seemed taken aback.

"Don't deny it, Jack, you know that's what she's done!" Erica hissed.

She stopped to see he was almost in tears. "No… it's not true… it's not true… it's not!" he rocked himself back and forth, as though he was trying to comfort himself.

Erica went to sit with him, the glow of the fireplace illuminating the tears on his face. "Who are you trying to convince, Jack? Me, or yourself?"

Did Jack do the right thing? Will he go back to Vanessa? It's your choice. cough review cough.