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A/N: This isn't really a shipper, but it is Greg and Sara and Hank (gir...) if you didn't like the last two chapters, don't read this one! Unless you want to see if i'm getting better at this...No flaming! Creative Critism is welcome, reviews are welcome, flames are not.

Sandle: Kiss This

Greg was sitting at the bar, throwing back his third beer that night. It was his night off, and so far as he could tell, it was Sara's too. She was also drowning her sorrows, in what might have been her second or third Bourbon of the night. Greg hated to admit it, but he was watching her. He only hated it because there was no chance for him as she had a boyfriend, Hank.

She was a woman on a mission, out to drown his memory. So I set her up to watch her tear him down. She had just about succeeded when that low down no good cheatin'; good for nothin' came struttin' through the crowd.

Sara saw him first, and then Greg caught him coming through. He expected that Hank was here to pick up Sara, maybe have a drink with her before work, but he was wrong. Sara was standing by the time Hank got to the bar, she didn't look happy. Greg turned to face his college.

"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Sara yelled at Hank. He tried to say something but she stopped him. "No! You think I don't care?"

"Sar. Let me explain!"

"No! Get out of my life, Hank!"

"Come on, Sara. I love you, you know that! What you heard, it was just talk."

"It didn't sound like talk! And that girl wasn't just talk either!"

"What are you talking about, Sara?"

Oh he was laying it on so thick; he never missed a lick, professing his never ending love. Oh but I never will forget, when she stood up and said, 'so I guess you think we're just gonna kiss and make up, don't you?' that's what she said.

"Come on, Hank! You know who I'm talking about!"

"Come on, Sara, let's just kiss and make up."

"You think that's funny, Hank? Get lost!" Greg walked up, still mostly sober, and stood slightly in front of Sara.

"Back off, Dude," he said. Hank looked him over, but Sara pushed him aside.

Why don't you kiss, and kiss this! And I don't mean on my rosy red lips. Me and you! We're through, and there's only one thing left for you to do. You just come on over here one last time, pucker up and close your eyes, and kiss this, good-bye.

"Hey, who's this?" Hank said, pushing Sara aside to get to Greg.

"Greg Sanders, I work with Sara."

"And you accuse me of cheating?" he asked Sara.

"We're not together. You're the one with a fiancée! You lying, cheating, no-good, two timing," Sara pushed him forward, towards the door. Greg tried to keep the crowd back.

"Sara!" called Hank as she slammed him into a wall.

Well the next thing I recall, she had him back against the wall, chewin' him like a bull dog on a bone. She was puttin' him in his place and I mean right up in his face, raggin' him down the list of done me wrongs.

"You took me for granted! You two-timing jerk! I trusted you! And this is what I get for it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You mean 'who' I'm talking about! How many girlfriends do you have?"

"None, I mean..."

"Forget it! You wanna kiss and make up? Well kiss this!" she screamed, smacking him.

It was just about now, that the crowd gathered 'round, they'd come to watch him pay for his every sin. She called him everything under the sun and when we thought that she was done, she reared back and she let him have it again.

Hank's hand flew to his face, everyone around clapped, and he glared at them. Sara stepped back disappearing into the crowd.

"Serves him right," was heard as the crowd dispersed. Greg walked up to him.

"You hurt her again, and there are a lot of people who will do a hell of a lot worse then that. Got it?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"I told you, Greg Sanders, I work with Sara. Listen, don't you dare touch her again, got it? Just back the hell off and stay out of her life."

Why don't you kiss, and kiss this? And I don't mean on my rosy red lips. Me and you, we're through, and there's only one thing left for you to do, you just come on over here one last time, pucker up and close your eyes, and kiss this, Good- Bye.

Greg walked back to Sara and sat down beside her.

"You were really good back there," he said. Sara smiled a tear in her eye.

"Thanks, Greg. What'd you say to him?"

"To back off. I'll be here for you, Sara. Always."

"Thanks, Greg."

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