A/N-Right, chapter three, enjoy. And I honestly don't know if they allow you to swim once the lifeguards go off duty, but hey, it's called artistic license, it works.

"Hey, Sleeping Ugly, get out, we're here." He woke with a start as she gently shoved him awake. They were parked in the driveway of a small blue beach bungalow. He got out to smell the sea spray and the crisp clean air of the beach. "What a cute little place." She gushed as she opened the front door.

"Little." He repeated as he walked inside to find the place to be a thousand square feet at the most.

"ll, at least it's got two beds." She said dropping her bag in the bedroom. The two beds were, in fact, one very comfortable looking queen size bed and a small cot. "We can switch off, I get the bed one night, you get it the next. I get first dibs cause you slept on the way down." She said with a smirk. "Now, I'm gonna go change and hit the beach, you gonna join me?" He shrugged as she disappeared into the bathroom.

It took him a matter of seconds to pull out a pair of trunks and change into them, and he used the extra time while he waited for her to look around the small place. The living room was quaint with simply a couch and a cocktail table set before an entertainment center with a TV and Playstation that was obviously meant to be used more as a DVD player than gaming console. He poked through the closets, one of them being devoted solely to towels and two sets of sheets-one for the cot one for the bed.

He poked through the kitchen and found the cabinets to be barely stocked with some of the basic dried goods that could withstand being there for months on end. In a back closet that was obviously intended to be a pantry, but was not used as such, he found two surfboards and a body board, ideas of fun in the sun. He had no sooner finished looking around than she emerged from the bathroom, dressed only in a bikini and a matching sarong.

He felt his eyes trailing her body as much as he tried to fight it, he couldn't help it. She simply smirked and grabbed a towel from him as he pulled two out of the closet. "Let's hit the beach." She said with a laugh in her voice. She was so lighthearted, he hadn't seen her like this in a long time, she had seemed so troubled recently, she finally was happy.

As they walked down the short path to the beach, he found his eyes constantly locked onto her, and no matter what he tried to think of he found himself still staring at her thinking things that he hadn't thought in far too long. She gave him a wry smirk, the mimic of the one she had given him in the house. "You act like you've never seen a girl in a bikini before." She told him, and he felt himself flush slightly, and she laughed, not caring in the least that he was all but staring lecherously at her.

As their feet hit sand, she quickly removed the sandals she was wearing and ran down the beach, looking for an opening. As soon as she found it, she dropped her shoes and towel and then pulled off the sarong in a fluid motion as she ran down to the ocean. He followed her at a much slower pace, enjoying the warm summer sun on him, enjoying the way it baked his shoulders and back as he removed his shirt.

He waded in up to his waist, and stood there watching her as the waves rocked him back and forth. She looked so young, so vibrant out there as she dove through them expertly. She turned back to him and floated. "Are you going to come out here or am I going to have to drag you?" She shouted out to the shore and he shook his head.

"Just try." He called back, grinning. He watched as she allowed the salt water to keep her afloat, easily maneuvering through the waves.

"C'mon Garret, just come out here!" She shouted and he took a few steps forward, staying when the water came up to his chest.

"I'm fine." he called back, bending his knees, allowing himself to gingerly float, with the knowledge that his feet had solid sand beneath them.

"Garret!" She called again, and he just ignored her, he pretended to be engrossed in what the banner plane flying by was advertising. His eyes snapped back to her when he saw her suddenly jerk to the side. He looked around and found that they were the only ones left, the lifeguards had long since proclaimed swim at your own risk, and he watched as she jerked to the other side.

He started moving forward, feeling the water up to his neck and his feet starting to loose their footing, but when he saw her head dip below the water line he dove through the next wave and swam out, his body cutting easily through the water. He searched for where she had been last when he felt a hard weight against his back and he swam for the surface to hear a peal of laughter.

"Someone needs to see Jaws again, I told you I'd drag you out here." She was joking, but all he could feel was the pure blind fear as he headed towards the shore. "Garret?" She questioned as he found himself all but blocking her out, the only thing he wanted was to be back on dry land. "Garret, are you ok?" She asked him, and he nodded, even though he wasn't. He felt his chest getting tight, and his breath was coming in short and shallow.

Once his feet hit the sand, the fear subsided, but it wasn't until he was safely on the dry sand that he finally relaxed. He grabbed his towel and dried off as he walked back to the bungalow trying to catch his breath. "Look, Gar, I'm sorry-" She started, but he blew her off as he sat down on the couch. After a minute he finally turned to her.

"It's alright, it's nothing really." She glared at him, but was not nearly as adept at the art as he was, and he barely quavered under her stare.