Disclaimer: Characterization of Jondy and Zane are so mine it's not even funny, but the rest of the characters aren't.

Author's Note: First I'm sorry this took so long me and the comp had a boxing match and we are still fighting over who won. It's been an ugly couple of days were it wouldn't let me online or save anything, which really chapped my hide. Next sorry this is short but as I said ugly couple of days with no good writing able to be done…I think I had a true writer's block. I was not a happy girltype. Plus I was disappointed I only got like seven reviews how much does that suck? Do you people not love me any more? ::tear tear:: anyways. Enjoy what you got.

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Comin' to Get You

Chapter 11: Whimper

Her fingers were the most distracting things in the world just then, "honestly?"

"I don't want anything else from you, Z." Jondy sighed quietly and let her head sink back to his chest. His hand played idly with her hair. "If I wanted someone who wouldn't be honest I'd go talk to Lis." The rise and fall of his chest was comforting in its steady rhythm.

"What do you want me to say?"

"The truth."

"But if you had a choice between 'yes' and 'no' which one would you choose?"

She stood up swiftly leaving him feeling cold. "I would choose the one you wanted to say," he felt her smile and bit back a frustrated snarl. Dealing with Jondy required more patience than most people possessed. "I'd choose the truth over a comforting lie."

"You aren't making this easy," he stood up to follow her through the apartment to the kitchen. The place she always seemed to retreat to when she didn't know what else to do with herself. He didn't know whether it was a good sign or not, but it meant he had thrown her.

"I'm not supposed to," when he rounded the corner he found her head already in the refrigerator.

"Yes you are."

"No, Zane, I'm not…" she lifted her head to look at him, the refrigerator light casting strange shadows across her face. Shadows that made her look more severe than she actually was. She turned back to the refrigerator with a sigh. "So answer the question. Do you or do you not want me to think of you as my brother?" she lifted her head again her eyes moving over his face and he couldn't breath for a full minute, terrified that he would see rejection in them. She closed the door softly and waited with her hip resting against it.

He walked up to her until nothing but an inch of air separated them. "No," he breathed the word into the dark, the cold night air, and felt as her body seemed to meld into his, her hand sliding up his arm to brush his cheek softly. "Answer my question…" he let his fingers thread through her hair to hold her head gently. "Please?"

"I haven't for a while now. I just…"

He could feel his lips pull taut in a smile and watched her answer it in kind. He had the sudden feeling that he was looking at the most precious think in the world; a smile with no pretensions and nothing hidden behind it. He pulled her in until her lips were mere centimeters away from his own. Her breath was hot against his skin and he had to wonder if she could do this to his body right now, what would happen when they finally kissed. He wanted, needed, to know.

So with a tenderness that was at complete odds with the strength that coursed through his body he pressed his lips to hers. Lights exploded behind his closed eyes and he couldn't contain the soft groan when her hands slid up his bare arms while her body pressed against his. Her scent was in his head just as much as her touch she was roses, wild growing things, leather, and untamed and dangerous. Her lips opened and his tongue slipped inside quickly; she tasted of ripe strawberries, raspberries, and something right sweet and rich that he couldn't name and he wasn't sure he wanted to.

Then she pulled away leaving him feeling empty and abandoned. He couldn't breath so he couldn't call her name as she walked quickly into her room. When he had regained the use of his limbs she was coming back out, full dressed. "Jondy?" he could finally talk but it came out strangled and hoarse.

She looked up at him with eyes that brought to mind a deer in the headlights. "I'm…I'm gonna go running."

"Running?" he asked shaking his head incredulously. "At this time of night?"

She smiled thinly, "I think I can handle anyone who wants to give me trouble."

"That's not what I meant." She bit her lip when she looking into his sad green eyes and did her best not to whimper in frustration.

She closed her eyes for a quick second and then she was kissing him again her fingers threading through his hair and her lips moving roughly against his. Before his body could react with the force that it so wanted she was backing away again slowly. A flush had risen in her cheeks and her breathing was just as hard and fast as his. "I'm sorry, I can't do this right now."

"Jondy…"

"I can't...I need time to think or brood or grieve or whatever and right now I can't even think straight enough to know which I need." She ran a shaking hand through her hair, slowly dragging her eyes from his wounded face. "Until I figure it out can we just pretend that this didn't happen?" He watched as her jaw clenched tightly and he could stop the reflex to reach out to her. When she pulled back he thought his insides were about to crumble.

"I don't know if I can."

"Please, Zane, it's the only way I can figure things out. I know it's not fair but its what I need," the last word was almost a sob.

He nodded his head mutely and she gave him a shaky smile before turning to leave the apartment. Sasha standing at the door whimpered after her. "I know, girl," he sighed.

~*~

"What are you doing?" Max asked sharply, ignoring the smirk that Original Cindy sent her way.

"Making a call," Alec snapped back before giving her a confident smile. "I get to do that right?" He smiled at Cindy who rolled her eyes and let out a long-suffering sigh.

"One o'these days you two are gonna have ta cool it."

"I really wish you wouldn't make those sort of business calls while you're at JamPony." She narrowed her eyes when he laughed and shook his head. "What?"

"I'm not making a business call…this one's all pleasure…" He winked at her and waited for the phone on the other end to pick up. "Hey, Jondy…" He wiggled his eyebrows at Max. "That's rare…no one usually says they're happy to hear from me." He glanced at Max pointedly, "I know it is sad."

"Why are you calling her?"

Alec pulled the phone from his ear with a grimace, "she asked me to." He rolled his eyes in Original Cindy's direction and went back to talking. "Yeah, that was Max. Well, apparently I'm a threat to you…on to more important matters. Are we going to be having fun tonight or not…that's what I like to hear…I'll be there around eight…see ya then." He snapped his phone shut and grinned at Max. "See…all pleasure."

"If you try anything with her…"

"You'll what? Kick my ass? Been there done that and I have the feeling she would be very angry if you tried making her choices for her." He let the smirk fall for a second, "you don't have anything to worry about."

"Right. I'm to believe you have completely innocent intentions."

"I do," he held a hand to his chest and did his best to look hurt.

"I don't think you've had an innocent intention in your life," she bit out before snatching a package from Normal and leaving. She was desperately trying to act like the night before, when he'd come to help her, hadn't happened. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate what he'd done it was just that she wasn't ready to look at Alec and see a guy that did something nice without ulterior motives. That he wasn't trying to get something out of the events of last night was making her nervous and edgy. That she could hear Original Cindy ask what was wrong with her boo wasn't helping much either.

"She didn't tell you?" Alec asked and she could practically hear his eyebrows hitting his hairline.

"Tell me what?"

"Go talk to her, she might bite me."

"You gonna give Original Cindy a hint?"

"If you don't hurry you'll miss her."