I would like to thank aw6 for great reviews and helping keep me going! Reviews feed my soul and without them I would be nothing... Haha. Anyway, I own nothing of Saw! Here's chapter 10, hope you enjoy. It's not my best, but I need a few fillers here and there, eh.

*A week after meeting Faith*

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked as he pushed me in the car.

"We're going out," he said.

"At least take me home so I can change!" I growled playfully.

He sighed but complied, taking me to my apartment. We got out and walked into the lobby. I sighed as I checked my mail. More bills, more bills, and then a letter. I opened it and looked surprised.

"What the hell? Did you do this Mark?" I asked, confused.

He looked over my shoulder and his frown deepened.

"No," he said.

I looked at the letter and shivered as I read it.

Dear Tonya,

I've noticed you for a while now, and I can't help but say, you're extremely attractive. I look forward to seeing you every day, and as much as I hate seeing you go, I love to watch you leave. You are so beautiful and I wish I could come forward and tell you face-to-face. But I can't. I'm too shy. I just wish I could wake up to you every morning, like Hoffman gets to. Lucky bastard. I hope to one day wake up with your beautiful face next to mine. Who knows, you are single, why, it might happen sooner than we both expect.

Love,

Your secret admirer

I folded it up and looked to see Mark's expression.

"What a weird thing to do," I murmured.

He nodded and just waited for me to walk. I continued to the elevator and pushed my floor. I opened the letter again.

"Honestly, this handwriting looks familiar," I said.

"We could scan it tomorrow," he said.

"Good idea," I replied.

I smiled and walked out as we stopped on my floor. I opened my door but stopped before setting foot in it. My keys fell and I screamed in fright. He caught me as I started falling and looked in as well, just as surprised.

"Why, hello," Strahm said, getting up from his seat.

"What the hell do you think you are doing being in my house?" I snarled.

He put up his hands but I grabbed them, yanking him to the door.

"Out, out, out!" I screamed.

"I just want to talk to you," he said.

"Is it about you accusing Mark again? Because I know all your theories are bull shit!" I said.

He looked wounded and I took a deep breath.

"Mark, I'm gonna talk to him in the hall, I'll be back in in a second okay?" I said.

He nodded and I grabbed Peter's arm, yanking him out.

"Okay, what do you want?" I asked.

"Are you in a relationship with Mark?" he asked.

"Peter, that is not your business," I said, crossing my arms.

He bit his lip, staring into my eyes, and I looked away, a little unnerved.

"Peter, what happened that night, it- I'm not gonna say it was a mistake, but it wasn't supposed to happen," I said in a low voice.

He stepped forward and placed a hand on my cheek. I shrugged away, tears stinging my eyes slightly.

"We had only a night together, but I cared for you so much before that," he said quietly.

"I'm sorry, I've been in love with Mark for three years. I admit, I care for you too, but- until Mark casts me aside, I will not stray from his side," I said.

He dropped his hand and leaned to my ear.

"I will be waiting until then," he said quietly.

He kissed me gently, making me shake from nervousness, and I pulled away.

"I-"

"Don't," I said, wanting to cry.

He nodded and walked away. I opened my door and walked back in, surprised to see Mark with a shot of whiskey, sitting by the bar.

"What was that about?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing," I said, waving it off.

I went into the room and changed into a pair of nice jeans and a blue blouse that cinched below my breasts. I threw on my black flats and came out, pulling my light brown hair up into a ponytail.

"You look nice," he said.

I smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Thanks, now will you tell me where we're going?" I asked.

He smiled, a genuine smile, and took my hands.

"Nope, not until we get there," he said.

I whined in exasperation and he chuckled. He took my hand in his and we got out to the car.

*Time warp! Woop woop*

I stared at him as he picked Faith up in the air. I couldn't help but smile, even though today was a sad day.

"Hey Faith, I have a question," I said, walking up to her on Mark's shoulders.

"Yeah?" she asked, cocking her head to the side while sipping on a juice box.

I grinned and took Mark's hand, squeezing gently. He squeezed back.

"It's okay," he said.

"Faith, would you like to live with me?" I asked.

She gasped and dropped her juice box all over Mark's head. He jumped and got her off quickly but carefully while shaking his head off.

"I'm sorry Mr. Mark!" she yelped, backing away.

"It's okay, it was just cold," he said with a laugh.

I looked in his eyes but saw no anger. I took his hand and kneeled by Faith.

"So what do you say?" I asked.

"I'd love to Mrs. Tonya!" she said.

I laughed happily and hugged her.

"I'm glad to hear that sweetheart, now, I've got some bad news," I said.

"Your parents were- they were in an accident and they aren't here anymore," Mark said softly.

She looked slightly shocked but didn't cry.

"They're dead?" she asked.

I winced and nodded.

"And I get to live with you?" she asked.

I nodded again and she cracked a small smile.

"I loved my mommy but I love you more," she said.

Mark caught me as I faltered and almost fell.

"I love you too Faith," I said happily.

Mark wrapped an arm around me and I glowed. I had the man I loved next to me and the child I never had in my life now.

"What do you say we go out to eat?" he asked.

She nodded and we climbed in his car, her buckling up in the back as I grabbed Mark's hand. He smiled at me and I melted.

"Are you guys married yet?" Faith asked.

"Oh honey, no," I said with a laugh.

"Why not? I'd like Mr. Mark to be my daddy since you'll be like my mommy now," she said.

I turned blood red and looked away from Mark's gaze nervously.

"Faith, um, Mark's my best friend in the entire world, but two people have to love each other very much to be married," I said.

"You don't love each other?" she asked, now looking confused, "But I've seen you kiss!"

"Ah-"

"We're close friends," Mark said.

I smiled but stopped as he started the car and took off, his face all stony.

"What's wrong?" I whispered to him.

"Nothing," he replied.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Chuck E. Cheese's," I said.

She squealed and I leaned back. As my eyes closed, I saw the gruesome scene that caused her to be my new daughter.

*Flash Back*

"Are you sure we should do this?" I asked.

He nodded and I winced as the hooked blade went easily into Mrs. Merriam Esten's arm.

"You'll get used to it," Mark said.

I highly doubted it but did the other hook on her other arm.

"Now, inject the poison," he said.

I wrapped the tie on her arm and slid the needle easily into her plump vein, making myself wince.

"I was not born to be a doctor," I said with a laugh.

He smirked and let Mr. Lewis Esten fall to the floor.

"Okay, now set the box here," he instructed.

I pushed the box full of needles over and he set the red one right in the middle, pushed deeper in. Green filled ones surrounded the one red one. .

"Let's go," he said.

As he closed the door, they started waking.

"Watch," he said, pulling me onto his lap.

I hesitated but relaxed against him, watching the game play out.

The tape played, telling them how if they didn't find the antidote in ninety seconds that they would die. If they took out the hooks now, they would bleed out for the poison thinned their blood too much. It told them how they took their daughter for granted and if they ever wanted to see her they would live. But only one could live. I winced as the mom dug through all the needles, ignoring the pain, and found the red one. They fought over it, but eventually she won and got the antidote. She pulled the hooks out and looked at her husband writhing. He stood up though and ended up snapping her neck. With one last scream of profanity, he too dropped dead. I winced as the blood flowed from their mouths.

*End Flash Back*

I got out of the car, still confused by Mark's sudden mood change, and helped Faith out.

"Do you think you and Mr. Mark will ever be married?" she asked, looking hopeful.

"I can't say, that's Mark's choice," I said.

"Do you love him?" she asked.

"More than he knows," I told her with a wink.

She smiled and we went inside.