Author's Note: Special thanks to Ganduean-Vampiress, jenny crum, p95000, and Misalason for the reviews! I think there are only five or six after this that have been published here already (so like two chapters) and then it's on to the ones that haven't.

SONG PROMPT #75 – JJ/JACK

"Collide" - Howie Day

"Hey, sweetie," JJ said, walking into the backyard where Jack laying on the grass, looking up into the night sky. "What are you doing out here?"

Jack shrugged. "Stargazing."

"Can I join you?" She waited until he nodded before laying beside him. The ground was warm beneath her as he folder her hands behind her head. "Rough day?"

"I had a fight with Aunt Jessica," he admitted, quietly.

JJ shifted a few inches closer to him. "Do you want to talk about it?"

He didn't speak for a few minutes. "JJ, do you love me?"

"With all my heart," she answered without hesitation. "You are my son."

"Even though I'm just your stepson?"

JJ nodded. "There's nothing just about it. I love you, Jack. You are my son in every way that matters."

"What if you and my dad get a divorce?" Jack asked. "Will I still be your son?"

JJ turned on her side, propping her head on her head to look down at him. "Jack, it doesn't matter what happens between me and your dad. I love you for you and you will always be my son. We will always be a family. Nothing, not even divorce, is going to change that."

Jack mimicked her actions so that he was facing her. "Do you think I could start going to Henry's baby-sitter instead of to Aunt Jessica's after school?"

"We'll have to talk to your dad, but I'm sure we can arrange something."

Confusion ran rampant in JJ's brain as she tried to figure out what brought this all on and what it had to do with Jessica.

"Thanks, Mom," Jack replied. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek before jumping up and running into the house. She stared after him, her heart bursting with joy. It had been a hard road to get to this point and there would be lots of bumps in the future, but for the first time, she was absolutely certain they were doing things right.

SONG PROMPT #76 – JJ/HOTCH (side dose of Rossi/Prentiss)

"What It Is To Burn" – Finch

He knew from the first moment his lips touched hers that she would consume him.

He hadn't meant to kiss her. They were dancing at Dave and Emily's wedding as the best man and maid of honor, just a millimeter too close for friends. He looked down at her in the middle of the song to find her staring at him. Her cheeks were flushed and her pupils dilated. He zeroed in on lips as her tongue darted out to wet them.

Slowly, lowered his mouth to hers, giving her plenty of time to move away.

He jumped at the electric jolt he received when he finally made contact with her soft, plump lips. She must have thought he was going to pull away because she twined her fingers in his hair to keep him close. He traced the seam of her lips and she immediately opened to him. He slid his tongue along hers, sensually, making them both groan. Her mouth tasted of champagne and cake and he felt his knees grow weak when she rubbed her chest against him.

They broke apart when they heard clapping. They were relieved to find that the noise was due to a kiss between Dave and Emily and not theirs. No one seemed to be paying attention to the best man and maid of honor in the back corner of the dance floor. He looked down at her once again, taking in her heavy eyelids, swollen lips, and heaving chest. He leaned down to capture her mouth once more, but was stopped by her placing a finger on his lips.

"Not here," she whispered. She laced her fingers through his and pulled him through the reception hall. He sent up a private thank you that Dave and Emily had their reception in a hotel and that baby-sitting arrangements had been made for the boys. Tonight, he intended to see just how intense the fire between them burned and he wouldn't be satisfied until he was completely consumed.

SONG PROMPT #77 - Haley/Jack

"My Immortal" - Evanescence

She had watched over him for the first four years of his life. Every cry, every smile, and everything in between belonged to her. She never even spent a single night away from him until she was killed.

Even in her death, she watched over him. She sat by his bed as he fell asleep at night. She looked over his shoulder while he did his homework. She whispered encouragingly in his ear when he was feeling down.

Today, she sat in the front of the church, watching as two families became one.

When her ex-husband and his new wife pledge their love, she felt a sense of freedom. When they turned to their boys and pledged the same, a single tear fell down her cheek. When she heard her son whisper to his new step-mom, "I love you, Mom," warmth washed over her.

She turned as saw a bright light behind her. With one last glance to her son, she walked into that light with her head held high, knowing her son would be well taken care of from now on. She was at peace.