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A/N: Well, here's another quick update. BTW, check out Someday, which is finally updated!! (And also, those reviewers who like to email me from time to time, my email address has changed. It is now fozzy_fanatic@hotmail.com )

//Say hello to the night,

Lost in the shadows,

Say hello to the night,

Lost in the loneliness//

*~*~*~*~*

//My love, she throws me like a rubber ball,

Oh, oh, oh, the sweetest thing//

Chris hurriedly rinsed his mouth out with water and dashed out of the bathroom and took the stairs two at a time to get to the bedroom. He stopped in the doorway, and peered around in the room. He looked on the bed, which was where he thought that he had left it, but there was nothing on there but Stephanie's clothes. He grabbed his stomach, as if it was hurting and closed his eyes.

//But she won't catch me, or break my fall,

Oh, oh, oh, the sweetest thing//

Why in the hell was everything not making sense? Why was he seeing these things? Was he dead? Nothing was making sense anymore. He straightened up and walked inside the bedroom, halfway towards their bathroom, where the shower was running. He sat down on the bed and held his bleeding hand to his chest. Despite the pain that it was giving off, he still had managed to forget about it. A loud crash sounded from inside the bathroom. Chris got up and bolted to the bathroom.

//Baby got blue skies up ahead

But in this, I'm a rain cloud//

"Stephanie?" he yelled. There was no response. He threw open the shower curtain to see her body, lying in the tub in an awkward manner. "Stephanie!!" He screamed. He leaned into the shower and grabbed her head, gently lifting up on it. He brought back his hand and saw nothing. He picked her up and sat her unconscious form on the bed. He ran back and grabbed a cold washcloth.

//You know she wants a dry kind of love,

Oh, oh, oh, the sweetest thing//

"Stephanie, please, oh don't do this to me again. Please be okay. God, why is this happening? Why don't I understand???? Why is everything not the way you showed me?" He screamed. He pressed the cloth to her forehead. After a few minutes, she began to stir. He broke out in tears without realizing it. He pulled her into a hug.

//I'm losing you

I'm losing you,

Ain't love the sweetest thing?//

"Chris? Did I? I fell in the shower again, didn't I?" she asked him. He said nothing, but kept hugging her to himself. She gently pulled back, and noticed that he was soaking wet. Her brow was weaved with concern. He was crying. Surely not over her?

//I wanted to run, but she made me crawl,

Oh, oh, oh, the sweetest thing//

"Chris, it's okay...I'm okay." She told him, trying to reassure him. He simply continued to cry. He buried his head in her bare shoulder. She moved and lifted his head to look at him. She seemed to debate something, then she slowly leaned in towards him. He closed the distance with speed as their lips met for a kiss. It only lasted a few seconds, then they broke apart. It wasn't enough for Chris just yet. He missed her, and damnit, he wanted to let her know that he sure as hell appreciated her. What was up with the breaking apart?

//Eternal fire, she turned me to straw,

Oh, oh, oh, the sweetest thing//

"Let's bandage up your hand." She told him. He looked at his hand, which was dripping blood on a light brown carpet. He sighed and nodded.

//I know I got black eyes,

But they burn, so brightly for her//

"All right."

//I guess it's a blind kind of love

Oh, oh, oh, the sweetest thing//

*

//I'm losing you,

I'm losing you//

Stephanie taped the wrap on and they both sat on the bed in an awkward silence. They had both since changed into dry clothes. Chris studied his hands. He was confused as all hell at this point. Nothing was making sense. He was sure that she didn't see the noose or the heroin, since they were both gone by the time he dashed up the stairs.

//Ain't love the sweetest thing?

Ain't love the sweetest thing?//

"How did you hurt your hand?" She asked him. He shrugged.

//Blue-eyed boy meets a brown-eyed girl

Oh, oh, oh, the sweetest thing//

"I got mad and punched out a mirror over at Shawn's house." Chris said. Stephanie nodded. That explained nothing to her, but she let it slide for now. She'd figure out what she wanted to know later. She looked at Chris again, and noticed that he was looking at her quite intently.

//You can sew it up, but you still see the tear

Oh, oh, oh, the sweetest thing//

"What? Is there something wrong?" She asked him.

"Completely opposite, everything is exactly the way that it is supposed to be." He said.

//Baby got blue skies up ahead

But in this, I'm a rain cloud//

Chris leaned in slowly and Stephanie met him halfway. Their kiss was simple again, but Chris deepened it by pulling her closer to him. The first-aid kit they had used to patch up his hand was shoved off the bed in lusting frustration.

//Ours is a stormy kind of love

Oh, oh, oh, the sweetest thing//

Cries of desire lingered long into the nighttime hours as Chris struggled to keep his sanity about him. He was trying to prove to himself that this was real. God knew that the emotions running through his head and the feelings running through his body were real. He wanted to know if his surroundings were real though. After the hell that he had been through, he was hoping it was. He hoped against hope that it was.

//The sweetest thing,

Oh, the sweetest thing//

After this, he didn't think that he could ever bear to let Stephanie go again. He didn't think that he would be strong enough for that.

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(Song from this chapter was "The Sweetest Thing" by U2)

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