A/N: So this is it, eh? Chapter 20! Although because of my A/N there it comes off as Chapter 21. Doesn't matter though, I'm glad I got it done. I liked the way it turned out and I hope you all do to. Its of course going to get a tiny bit worse before it gets better, but I'm sure when it does get better all will be forgiven. Anyways there is only about three or four more chapters left of this story not including this one. I have to tie up loose ends and what not. So I hope you enjoy this chapter for what its worth, and I'm dearly sorry for the huge assed wait. Anyways on with it!

Disclaimer: I only own a Nintendo DS, bought with my own hard earned cash. So everything else is not owned by me, and please for the sake of all that is good in this world! Don't take my DS from me! But yeah...uh I own nothing at all.

"That wasn't supposed to happen."

Melina whispered the words softly before she quickly pulled from Mickie's grasp. However the only thing Mickie could really hear was the thumping of her racing heart, she held back the urge to just reach out and press her lips to Melina's once more.

The idea of it all was too heavy, to weighed down now.

It felt right but at the same time Mickie could already feel the bad repercussions of that small tiny kiss. So instead she stood there looking like a deer caught in the headlights, while Melina tried to rationalize everything.

But it was apparently a vain cause, since neither moved from their spot, neither spoke for minutes but it really felt more like years.

They really just stayed their gazing at each other, trying to read each other's thoughts. Perhaps each hoping they could understand what the other was feeling, thinking or wanting.

Want that was the whole problem now wasn't it? Or seemed like a logical explanation in Melina's head. Then again all of this happened because she had supposedly come to the only logical choice she had.

'Mickie James will you help me?'

How did that get twisted into something like this? How did Mickie freaking James become the center of her affections? Did it really matter to her? No, not really. Did she really want this? Yes…well at least she was sure she wanted the brunette.

Everything else gets a little hazy after that though, which then begins to turn the color of grey.

Melina Perez never liked the color grey. Well she liked how neutral it seemed to be, but when it came to the grey lines that appeared everywhere in real world. She didn't seem to like it as much, it could go well or it could go horribly wrong. That was another one of her logical explanations.

Logic didn't seem to do anything to change how she felt about Mickie though.

That in turn ended up scaring her a bit.

"I want you."

Another logical explanation it seemed, it must have been. No it was more then that, it surpassed logic in all forms. Even when she said it she was positive Mickie had stopped breathing.

This was further then logic and that made it all the more real. Most things seemed to be illogical and this, this as in them. Was surely one of them, it had to be. Or she hoped it would be, at least in her mind she did.

Sometimes the most illogical of things seemed to make the most sense.

"I…I think…"

Mickie tried to form words, but nothing wanted to come out. Instead she sighed, broke eye contact with the other woman and stared at her shoes. They seemed far more interesting now then before.

Mickie hadn't really thought it out, if they had ever gotten to this point. In fact she hadn't thought out anything, Melina was the brains of the whole thing.

Now…well now Mickie had to say something, anything would do really.

"I like…your shoes."

Perhaps anything but that, it was too late now though to take it back. Melina allowed a small smile to cross her features at the woman's mention of her shoes. It wasn't something she expected to hear, but it wasn't something horrible at least.

It just…threw her off a bit.

Everything illogical did though.

"I like…your shoes too."

Mickie only nodded, not daring herself to look at the other woman. Still she focused on her shoes, on the floor beneath her shoes. She had really gotten herself into a jam, a rock and a hard place. But it wasn't that horrible, not really…or perhaps even at all.

A few minutes ago, Mickie had all the right things to say. All the wonderful insightful things, yet now she could barely manage to render any words at all.

How fair was that?

"I want you Mickie."

Melina repeated, slowly she brought the other women's chin up gently. Just to look deep into those dark brown orbs, they were beautiful to her.

"I really do, and I never thought once in my whole life. I could ever want someone like you, ever. But now…you're really the only thing I want. I don't care who has the title anymore, I don't care if I do end up getting fired or not. I don't have the answers for all the questions being asked. All I know…all I really know Mickie. Is that I want you."

Melina smiled weakly; slowly she could see Mickie unraveling before her. Those eyes of hers were revealing all the cryptic messages that lurked inside her mind. Yet there was something else there, something that lurked beyond the emotions presented to her. Melina slowly pulled her hand away from the women's chin.

With a sigh she spoke once more.

"I just…I just can't be with you. You're so…conflicted. There's something you still haven't figured out yet, and when you do Mickie. I'll be here I will, I mean that. You need to see her."

Mickie's features flashed with confusion, and Melina held that weak smile in place the best she could.

"See…see who?"

She asked it quietly, it was barely even audible.

"You need to see Trish."

Mickie wanted to be defiant at the mention of the blonde, wanted to tell Melina that she would never ever willingly go to see her. Because apart of her didn't want to and the other part of her screamed out to. She would never admit the latter of that statement though, not outwardly at least.

Melina's eyes flashed a bit of sadness, before she turned away from Mickie.

"I think you should go."

Yet the brunette didn't want to, she didn't want to leave the other woman's presence. She wanted to do something to stop this from happening. She wanted to whisper reassurances, and tell Melina all the things she would never do to hurt her.

Instead, however Mickie could only nod.

She walked to the hotel doorway and let out a heavy sigh. This conversation didn't feel over, and she really truly hoped it wasn't. Mickie had to tell her side, had to speak her heart.

But all she could say was goodbye. Hopefully that wouldn't last long though or Mickie would have to resort to mentally kicking herself and when you have to do that. You know you screwed up.

Mickie James wasn't going to screw up again.

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