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A/N: Big apology to everyone. I know this shouldn't have taken as long as it has to write this, but the new job is full-time. Fear not, I WILL keep updating. I'm forcing myself to. This chapter's not quite as organized at the rest. I'm just typing as it comes to me. Some of the lyrics might repeat from last time - it's only like a 3-4 minute song.

Session 6:

Silencer (Part Two)

"Young man come and lead me to your bed..."

As she moved closer to me, I didn't know what to do. I still don't know what I should've done, but I'm fairly sure pulling he closer to me wasn't it. I don't know why I did it. I didn't even know I was doing it until it was done.

And she seemed to like it. That was the last thing I wanted...

I tried to love you and I failed

But I have another plan...

"Gren..." Her voice was low, almost like a moan of pleasure. Faye didn't know why, but for some reason just the small tug he gave her felt like a full body massage. It felt so good, but for different reasons. Human contact had been rather elusive for quite some time with Faye, and contact from a human like him was more than she could handle. But that wasn't why she relished it. It was so filled with caring, and she needed someone to care for her.

He didn't know what he was doing. Only seconds before hand, he had pulled her closer to him. Why did her want her off of him so badly now? Gren knew the answer, and felt a bit of shame in it. He couldn't love her - just like he couldn't love Julia. He just didn't feel fit to give his love to someone like her. They both were special, and he was ordinary. But with Faye, the feeling was much worse. Julia was something dear, but she was also a murderer. She had worked for the greatest crime syndicate to exist. Faye wasn't tarnished. She was... his fairy.

As her lips closed in, Gren tensed, but did not pull away. He didn't need to - she could feel every word he wouldn't say. She leaned back, defeated. What had she expected? He's already told me he's not interested in women...

Gren was a confusing man. Faye couldn't figure him out. First, he pulled her in so gently, with comfort embedded in the embrace. Then, he gives her the most unemotional kiss she's ever felt. And now, he refuses to move that damn arm of his - enticing her into coming back.

When she looked in his eyes, she suddenly understood. She didn't see the lover that he could be - she saw the friend that he was. So she came back. Curling slightly up to him, she let the warmth wrap her. He slowly slide his arms around her shoulders.

Blinking her own tears away, Faye wondered if the man was capable of crying. When she had looked in those eyes of his - those hypnotic eyes - she saw a pain she couldn't fathom. And still, he didn't cry. His eyes were perfectly dry.

We're two white roses lying frozen

Just outside his door

Makes you so happy and so sad

Which should I be more sorry for?

It was a strange coincidence that Gren happened to look down just as Faye looked up. They both found themselves locked in place. They both found something so similar in each other's eyes. Both held a familiar desire - one not strong enough to over come the obstacles between them.

"Looks like Vicious ruined both of our lives." Gren was taken aback. He certainly didn't expect that man to come up in conversation. But he knew exactly what she was talking about. He had taken Spike from her. Spike being gone had ruined her life.

"Isn't it depressing that it makes me smile? Knowing that someone else feels like this."

She had smiled? Gren hadn't noticed. He barely heard her speak. He didn't know why the realization didn't some to him earlier. She loved Spike

How long, my lord?

How long must we sing this song?

My lord, how much more of this pretending to be strong?

When she stands before your throne...

Spike must be something great. Julia and Faye both fell for him. Faye and Julia, both out of my reach, had fallen for him. Damn you, Spike.

Maybe I had the right idea on my way to Titan. Soldiers don't cry - not even as they feel the last shred of hope leaving them. I heard Vicious telling that to Vincent once when the pain became too much for him. But what about when a soldier's had enough? What if they feel the last shred of hope leaving them again? Maybe in death, there is no need for tears.

What about now? Is it still wrong to cry while I'm sitting here with my fairy in my lap? She's fighting tears for another man, and I'm here pretending to be strong.

Dressed in beauty not her own

All soft and small, you'll here her call...

Even when she spoke, their gaze didn't break. Their eyes remained, unblinking, locked on each other. But Gren's gaze changed drastically. Faye didn't know what was wrong until she could feel it. A lone tear trickled down her cheek.

Suddenly embarrassed, she looked down, quickly wiping the streak of salt water away. That exactly was it was - salt water. Salt water poured into her open wound. With everything on her mind, the last thing she wanted to do was cry in front of him.

This meeting had not gone as planned. Maybe if Faye would've found him while she was still looking, it would've gone better. Perhaps if he hadn't snuck up on her, not giving her a chance to prepare. Perhaps this was a lost cause...

Gren sat in turmoil. He wanted to hear her speak. He wanted to watch two beautiful lips form words along the likes of "I'm ok." But what words he did get, he didn't expect - he didn't want.

"You brought me here, now take me home."

To My Reviewers:

Kyra: I kinda cheated on the whole two new parts thing - I put them both up at the same time. As far as being an idiot goes - *I* care! But it's ok, I care in a good way. Idiots are the spice of life. And, once again, you're too nice - by saying that you aren't too nice makes you even nicer.

Minty Fresh Socks: As for that lyric you talked about: yes, there is fun to come. Unfortunately, as I'm sure you've realized, it didn't come in this chapter. Sorry. But don't worry - it's still coming. This is the storm before the calm.

Andy: Thanks. Of course I plan on continuing! This short little chapter is far from being considered a large addition, but the next one coming should be more eventful (and longer, too).