Charlotte had her bags packed, and she was ready to go visit Jane, and she had been ecstatic to hear that Jane had been stabilized.

So, Charlotte was preparing to head out, to the airport, when someone began to knock on the door.

She was actually surprised to find someone knocking on the door, because while Charlotte had been living here for a quite a bit, the truth was she didn't know anyone.

And so that left only three options as to who would be knocking, Catherine, Anne or Martin. And Charlotte was certain it wasn't Martin, considering he had disappeared from the face of the earth, so that left, Catherine or Anne.

Charlotte braced her self for the annoying appearance of either Catherine or Anne, but when she opened the door, she was surprised and relieved to find it was neither one.

Instead it was the last person she had been expecting.

"Hey, Blaze." Charlotte said with a happy grin. "Um…I was just getting ready to leave." she admitted, hoping she didn't sound rude, but Blaze looked too distracted too distracted to notice or care, if she was being rude.

"Um…yeah, my aunt actually sent me down here to help with your bags, and I'm supposed to drive you to the airport." he said distractedly, a faraway look in his eyes.

"Oh, okay." Charlotte said in a disappointed tone, she was stupid to think he was down here just to visit her, she wasn't his type. "Um, yeah, their already in the living room…so just follow Me." she said disappearing into the house, Blaze following still distracted.

"Pack light much," he commented teasingly, as he saw her one suitcase and a small duffle bag, most women he knew would have had at least three suitcases and two little bags, to boot.

Charlotte felt her face get hot and said somewhat gruffly, "I don't put much stock into clothes."

"That's, my kind of woman." Blaze said with a throaty laugh, and Charlotte felt her face turn redder.

She was about to comment, but he was already out the door and heading into the pouring rain, so Charlotte grabbed the duffle and her purse and followed him silently.

"Nice car." Charlotte commented as she climbed into the multicolor, vintage Volkswagen Van.

"You, like?" Blaze asked in surprise, and then added, "It was my dad's."

"Yeah, it's an interesting car," Charlotte said and then thought silently. Just like, you're an interesting person.

"I'm glad you think that, you see most girls think it's so stupid to keep your dad's old rattrap, when you can afford something like a Porsche." he admitted with a smile, "but my dad thought it was worth something, so it can't be all bad."

"So, you hold a lot of stock in your dad's opinion." Charlotte commented dryly, she whished she had that kind of relationship with her parents, but she hadn't spoken to them since she told them she was going to become a country singer, needless to say they weren't to happy about that.

"I did…he…um died, it's been about a year now." Blaze said becoming solemn for once.

"Oh! Blaze I'm so sorry, I had no idea." Charlotte said embarrassedly.

"No, its okay, you didn't know." Blaze said never turning his eyes from the road.

Charlotte didn't know how to reply to this, so remained silent and Blaze fell back into his dream like state, again, and didn't speak until he pulled into the airport parking lot.

"Um…I guess this where I say good-bye." Charlotte said unsurely, not sure what she should do; Blaze was in that weird trance like mode.

"No!" Blaze practically shouted, coming out of his thoughts. "Uh…I mean I'll walk you to the inside of the airport." he said lowering his voice, while managing to look very sheepish.

Charlotte nodded, and grabbed her duffle, that lay at her feet, before climbing out of the van.

While Blaze wanted to bang his head against the steering wheel, for making such an idiot of, himself, he knew what he wanted to do, but it wasn't working out the way he planned.

"This is my last chance," Blaze muttered as he climbed out of the van and grabbed her suitcase.

Charlotte frowned, and marched ahead of him as they walked to the airport building, with a confused look on her face, what was wrong with him? Why was he acting so weird? Did he really hate her that much, that she would cause him to not even want to speak to her?

Okay, Blaze here we go, just do it. He thought mentally encouraging himself for his task, as they stood outside of the building facing each other, both being soaked from the downpour.

"Um, thanks Blaze for driving me over here and helping me with my bags." Charlotte said refusing to look him in the eyes, and then stuck out her hand for him to shake.

Here's goes nothing. Blaze thought as he grabbed her hand, but instead of shaking her hand he jerked her so close that she was pressed up against him, and then he kissed her in the pouring rain.

Charlotte felt like her insides were on fire, she wrapped her arms around his neck, as he kissed her. She had never been kissed like this, not even by Martin, who kissed like a pit bull, wet and slobbery.

And then it was over, and the next thing Charlotte knew Blaze was striding back to his car, and she was left in the pouring rain with her bags, but smiled anyway.

Things were going to be exciting when she got back.

--

Lizzie smiled as she entered Jane's room, to find her awake with a happy grin on her face, as she talked to Charlie animatedly.

It had been a week since, Lizzie and Will's arrival and Jane had been doing so much better, her arm was healing nicely, and the black eyes weren't as noticeable, but it would take longer than a week for Jane to recover fully.

"Hey, Charlie, Will's waiting for you outside in the waiting room." Lizzie said walking over to Jane's bed.

"Oh, okay." Charlie said standing up from where he had been sitting beside the bed. "Jane, I'll come back later." he said giving her a soft peck on the cheek.

"Alright, Charlie you go, do whatever it is you and Will are planning to do." Jane said sweetly, clearly not knowing about Will's and Charlie's plan to hunt Jack down and-well we won't go into what they would do to him.

Charlie smiled and gave Lizzie a nod before leaving the room.

"So when do I get out of this prison?" Jane asked Lizzie conversationally.

"I'm guessing about three days, if you continue to stay this stable." Lizzie said sitting where Charlie had been sitting a few minutes earlier.

Jane nodded and closed her eyes with a sigh, and said. "I can hardly wait."

"Oh, come on it's not that bad," Lizzie said with a wave of her hand, "Let's see you have…um…uh…hospital food!" she shouted and when Jane gave her a disgusted look began to wrack her brain for something else.

"Okay, maybe not hospital food…but how about-"

"Me." a very Charlotte like voice called excitedly.

"Charlotte," Jane squealed happily, "I haven't seen you in months."

"Charlotte," Lizzie faked squealed, if somewhat sarcastically, "I haven't seen you in a week."

Charlotte flashed Jane a smiled and then rolled her eyes at Lizzie.

Jane ignored Lizzie, and continued to squeal over Charlotte. "You look h-o-t, hot." she said talking about Charlotte's makeover.

"Yeah, well that's not all that's changed." Charlotte said in a melancholy sort of tone.

"What else happened?" Jane asked, not being informed of Charlotte's and Martin's recent separation.

Lizzie knowing all about this, considering she had been in the heart of it, excused herself for the afternoon, and then made her way back to the motel, where she decided on taking a nap.

--

Both Charlie and Will were frustrated, after a afternoon of trying to find Jack, which by the way had been fruitless and had even gone to the police, which was also fruitless, they finally decided that they should head back to the hospital.

Will entered the room expecting to find Lizzie and Jane, but instead was surprised to find Jane and Charlotte.

"So, what happened to Lizzie?" Will couldn't help, but ask, all the time they had spent together had made him, slightly protective of her.

"Oh, she went back to motel." Charlotte said with a wave of her hand, "you know Lizzie, forever the loner." she said turning her attention back to Jane.

Will gave a nod and then an idea popped into his head, but then wondered if it was the best time for it. After a minute of arguing with himself, he decided to ask, the three people that would know best; Jane, Charlotte and Charlie.

Will then cleared his throat, trying and succeeding to catch their attention.

"Yo, William what's on your mind?' Charlotte asked playfully.

"Uh…I have a question and I want each of you to answer truthfully. Do promise to answer truthfully?" he asked feeling slightly teenager-ish.

They all nodded, wondering what he wanted to ask them.

"Do you, think I should ask Lizzie to go out with me?" he asked at first refusing to look them in the eye, but then bracing his shoulders and forced himself to look up.

He was surprised to see them laughing as if it was some grand joke. "Well say something." he ordered feeling extremely stupid.

"Of course, you dunce." Charlie said, with a grin. "Everyone has been wondering when you would finally ask her out."

"So I should do it?" he said with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course," Jane said with a "Duh, you idiot" tone in her voice.

"Now, go do it." Charlotte commanded.

Will nodded, and left the room feeling a mixture of hopefulness and dread.

--

Lizzie dreamed someone was knocking on her front door and she couldn't answer it no matter how hard she tried, stuff kept getting in her way.

Finally she woke to find, someone was knocking on her door.

"Coming," she called, not wanting them to leave, before she could get to the door.

Lizzie opened the door without checking the peephole, because she was positive it was Will, I'm who else could it be?

But she was surprised to find she was wrong, so terribly horribly wrong.

"No!" Lizzie gasped, feeling her knee's turn to jelly.

"Oh, yes." Jack replied with a sadistic grin. "Surely, you didn't think I would mess with Jane and then disappear without getting to the person I really wanted?" he asked, as he shoved his way through the door, while knocking Lizzie to the floor with a loud, thump.

Crud, crud, crud. Lizzie thought as she scrambled to find something hit him with.

"What, not sharp words for you husband?" he asked mockingly, as he leaned over her fallen figure.

God, help, me! Lizzie prayed, as she reached out for anything.

"Apparently not." Jack said with a shake of his head, as he picked Lizzie up off the floor.

"Let go, of Me." she yelped, as she clawed and punched him.

"I don't think so." he said, not feeling her scratches and punches, while lightly tossing her on the bed. "Now, Elizabeth dear, what shall we do with you? I mean you leave me, half-dead. You didn't really expect to get away from me just like that?" he asked snapping his fingers, for emphasis.

Lizzie tried to ignore him as she reached around for something to hit him with, and this time her search was fruitful, her hands grabbed the lamp that was on a table beside of the bed.

She jerked as hard as possible and found it was stuck. The stupid thing was plugged into the wall, she gave another jerk and this time it came loose.

One more tug ought to do it. Lizzie thought as she jerked it one more time, and it finally came free leaving Lizzie with a weapon.

Jack was away from the bed now, pacing back in forth in front of the door. "So, what shall we do with the little, whore that up and left me?" he mused, a crazy look in his eyes.

Lizzie didn't respond only watched and she slowly came to realization that Jack was crazy, was utterly and completely insane.

He then turned and walked back over to the bed, where Lizzie was leaning against the headboard, lamp in hand.

Jack walked with such precision, she knew he was about to make a move and prepared herself for when he did.

Jack looked at her with a crazy look in his eye and jumped on her placing both hands over her neck, attempting to strangle her.

Focus, Lizzie, focus. She told herself, she had the lamp know all she had to do was get him off of her and smack him with it.

When Jack had jumped he hadn't landed on her legs more on her stomach, so Lizzie curled her legs up and placed them between Jack and her body.

She then took her feet and pushed out with such force that Jack let go of her neck and rolled off the bed, while he was down, Lizzie jumped up immediately and jumped off the bed.

Jack then stood up looking angrier, than hurt. "So, you've got moves?" he asked cracking his knuckles menacingly, "well, honey, I hate disappoint, but I have moves too." And with a loud cried he threw himself at her, knocking Lizzie to the ground and pinning her underneath him.

But instead of freaking out Lizzie smiled, she had been taught how to escape this pin down, by her Dad and Jack was in for a big surprise.

She then pinned his feet to her side, while grabbing his shirt collar and right wrist, and then with a loud, Uh! Lizzie tossed Jack over, so she was pinning him down.

"Buddy, you may have moves, but I have better moves." she said with a grin, as she reached around for where the lamp had fallen, and began to beat him in the face.

"This is for Jane!" she yelled as she hit him, "this for me," she said hitting him harder, and watched with satisfaction as blood began to pour from his nose. "And this, this right here is for, LILLY GRACE!" Lizzie roared and smacked with an indescribable force.

Lizzie looked at his bloody face and unmoving body, with a sick feeling in her stomach, it was over. She then rolled off of him and walked dizzily over to the phone, planning to call the police, when she was grabbed from behind.

"Don't ever underestimate me." he shouted into her ear, as he began to strangle her again.

Lizzie did all she could, claw, and kick and bite, but it was no use he was stronger and just as she was preparing to let the darkness claim her, she heard the door being opened with a loud, Boom!

"Let her, go!" she heard a Will like voice roar.

"Fine." she heard Jack say, as he let go and that was the last thing, Lizzie remembered before blacking out.

--

When Lizzie came to, she was in Will's motel room lying on the bed, no sign of Jack anywhere.

"Will?" she, moaned feeling as if she had been ran over by eighteen wheeler truck.

"I'm right here." he said, his voice coming from her right,

"Oh, good," Lizzie said rolling over and facing him. "Where's Jack?" she asked still somewhat dazedly.

"In jail." Will commented.

"That's good." she said struggling to sitting up.

"You bet it is." He said helping her sit up. "He's never going to hurt you or anyone else again." Darcy said confidently.

"Thanks, Darcy," Lizzie said teasingly. "For saving, my butt again."

"Hey, I don't mind." Darcy said with a grin, and then added, "Here, let me sing you a song." and then went to grab his guitar.

"It reminded me of you." he said as he sat on the bed again, and then began to sing.

"You say that you've had enough,"
"You've given up on love,"
"You say that you'll never trust,"
"Well I can see,"
"That your heart's been broken too many times,"
"It wasn't wrong now it's locked up so tight,"
"And you're standing strong,"
"If you ever fall just fall into my arms,"
"I will never hurt you,"
"If you're ever gonna trust this heart,"
"I will be here to catch you when you fall,"
"I have been watching you,"
"I've seen this all before,"
"What you must be goin' through,"
"It's hard to take,"
"When love seems so far out of your reach,"
"You don't wanna try,"
"You're too scared to feel to ashamed to cry,"

"If you ever fall just fall into my arms,"
"I will never hurt you,"
"If you're ever gonna trust this heart,"
"I will be here to catch you when you fall." He finished passionately and Lizzie began to cry, that song explained exactly how she felt, it was too perfect.

"Will, it matches me, perfectly." Lizzie said drying her tears. "Thank you, so much, for singing that to Me." she whispered.

"Yeah, it's always been one of my favorite songs, and I was listening to it today, and I realized how much it reminded me of you." he finished with a grin.

She smiled at him and realized something she had never thought of before, he was the knight in shining armor she had always wanted and maybe she could admit sometime soon that she loved him, but for right now, Lizzie was going to cherish the moment.

Ok, first of all this chapter is dedicated to my fellow Skillet and Stellar Kart lover; Simplegrl007, kudos to you, because you introduced to the awesome song if you ever fall, which not only matches my fic perfectly, it is also on my MP3, so you girl.

And then this chapter is also dedicated to; Artemis97, for making me burst out laughing, your review was so awesomely funny, so thanks.

Pinery; glad you thought my chapter was nice, so I updated soon.

Serenity of the lake: here's what happens next.

Jane's Austen's angels; Jack got his and yes Charlotte and Jane both know about Lizzie.

Bsblover17; glad you like that I'm really open about my faith.

MariahDezie: just a bit of foreshadowing and keeping reading and you'll know why he has to disappear.

Stacy.eats; glad you caught up and Jack being a piece of work is an underestimate, and yeah if Lizzie didn't have Darcy, she would have a very sad life.

Okay thanks for all the reviews and btw the songs in the previous chapter's were songs by Skillet and the names were; Comatose and Whispers in the dark.

Okay, peace and love. Q.P