A/N ok, first things first, i HAVE to apologize for not updating in 10 MONTHS!!! 2009 has been quite a big year for me, so it was easy to get lost along the way and get carried away with other things espcially seeing as my muse of this story has disappeared, but still...really sorry guys ^^ Honestly wasn't sure if anyone out there still read this thing... Anyhoo, this piece probably sucks, and I can understand why if it does, but please R&R, just to let me know what you think at least...Sorry again...

Disclaimer; Don't own it...probably never will...*sob*

'So…are you feeling any better…?' Conner asked quietly as Melinda leaned against his chest. He felt her nod softly against him. 'Want to tell me what happened? What made you so scared?' Conner asked, empathy in his tone, lapsed with sympathy. Melinda wanted to open up to him. Wanted to pour her heart out to him. Wanted so badly to reveal every secret. Wanted so badly to remain in his arms forever as she told him everything. But a secret small part of her refused, forced her against it. How could she tell him everything? Especially the secret about her 'gift'? He'd think she was a total freak! If she did ever tell him the truth, he'd properly think she really was delirious! Permanently! But still… She told herself. He seems like such a nice guy… Conner noticed her hesitance. 'You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, it's ok, really, I understand,' he replied.

'You do…?' Melinda asked, speaking for the first time since she'd fallen unconscious so many hours ago.

'Yeah, whenever my little sister got scared, she'd find it hard to talk about what happened for a while, sometimes I'd never really find out, but as long as she was ok, I was ok with it,' Conner replied, with a small half-smile. 'So don't worry about it.' Conner slipped his arms back from around Melinda and started to stand up.

'What are you doing?' Melinda asked, hoping that her voice didn't sound as fearful as she felt it did.

'I promised your mom I'd ring her if anything changed, so I guess I better keep my word,' Conner told her, making his way to the door.

'Umm…' Melinda couldn't help but ask the question in her mind. 'You are coming back right…?' She hoped, again, that her voice didn't sound as over-enthusiastic as it felt.

Conner stopped at the door, turning back to face her, his face thoughtful for a second, before it broke into a smile. 'Sure, I can if you want,' he replied.

Melinda returned his smile with earnest. 'Thanks,' she breathed with certain relief. She watched the young man walk from the room, his light- brown hair a little muffled from his own sleep that she felt guilty for disturbing him from. To have him there for the past few hours felt like a complete miracle to her. If his slender voice hadn't drifted to her so calmly, his tender touch hadn't caressed her so carefully; she would've surely torn herself apart. Just the fear that threatened to overwhelm her alone was enough to make her feel like death was just a welcome invitation.

Melinda sat up in the bed, her arm feeling rather numb but she ignored it most of the time. She back up against the far side and felt herself lapsing into a silent daydream filled with questions she was unable to answer.

How come he's so affectionate towards me? I hardly know him…But I feel like I can tell him everything…So, what do I tell him? What if he asks again, what am I supposed to say? Why do I feel like there's no-one else around in the universe when he's with me? Why do I feel the need to rely on him so, as if I'd fall apart without him? Does this mean I like him more than I realize…? Does this mean…