A/N: A bit of a shorter chappie, sorry, but the past few have worn me out. All the raw emotion! I'm just kidding. Alright, usual disclaimer. Just as a warning, this chapter may seem a but random, but it sets everything up for the next chapter. And away we go...

Chapter 28- Jump

"I don't wanna wake up one day
And find out it's too late
To do all the things I wanna do
I'm sick of this place
I wanna break free
I'm so frustrated

I just wanna jump
Don't wanna think about tomorrow
Jump
I just don't care tonight
I just wanna jump
Don't wanna think about my sorrow
Let's go
Forget your problems
It's time to let them go
Forget tomorrow
I just wanna jump"

Jump by Simple Plan

Sara sat on the couch, feeling incredibly worn out. Two nights ago, she and Greg had finally come clean to each other and now…well, let's just call it emotional exhaustion. She and Greg had decided to take tonight off to sleep or whatever. Well, they weren't doing much sleeping. At the moment, she was sitting staring at the wall, while Greg was sitting Indian-style in the armchair, iPod blasting and eyes closed, head bobbing to music.

Sara groaned. She was beyond bored. She stood and marched over to where Greg sat. Reaching out and pulling his earphones off, she said, "Greg, I'm bored."

He glared at her, unsuccessfully trying to get his earphones back. "I'm sorry. What do you expect me to do about it?"

"How about we go out, have some fun? We never do that anymore," she whined, tugging at his hand.

Greg looked thoughtful. "You know, I could use some relaxation time. Alright, we'll go. I know the perfect place."

"Awesome, where?"

He winked as her. "Never you mind. Now, go make yourself even more beautiful."

Sticking her tongue out at him, Sara retreated to the bathroom to get ready.

The music was blasting so loudly that it made Sara wince. "This is your idea of relaxation?" she shouted at Greg over the music as they wove their way through the mass of bodies to the bar in one of Las Vegas' myriad of clubs.

"Hell yeah!" he called back, his grip on her hand never lessening. "This used to be one of my favorite spots."

"Used to be? What changed?"

Greg grinned at her. "You became my girlfriend, and I no longer needed to go pick up chicks." His grin became more appreciative as he looked her up and down. "Did I tell you that you look amazingly sexy tonight?"

Sara rolled her eyes and tugged self-consciously on the black leather bustier she was wearing with a pair of jeans and stilettos. "Yeah, only about twenty times in the past half hour," she reminded him, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, you do. And I'll bet all the guys in here are wondering what the hell a guy like me is doing with a foxy lady like yourself."

She laughed out loud. "I cannot believe you just referred to me as a 'foxy lady'!" she exclaimed. Her expression soured slightly as she tried unsuccessfully to make the bustier cover her entire stomach. "I feel like Catherine," she muttered.

"Yeah, well, you're a million times hotter than Cath will ever be," said Greg loyally, wrapping a protective arm around her waist as he saw a group of college frat boys ogling her.

"Oh, and why would that be?" she asked, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Because you're here with me, of course!" he said with a smirk. Sara shook her head and smacked him on the arm. "What, you don't think I'm hot?" he asked with a pout, playing up the puppy-dog eyes to the max.

"Oh, don't give me the puppy-dog eyes!" she begged. "You know I can't stand up to them!" Greg didn't relent. "Fine…you're exceptionally hot," she conceded, kissing him gently. And indeed, he did look hot. He wore, as usual, a par of light-colored loose-fitting jeans, paired with a light blue t-shirt that proclaimed, "Sex on TV only hurts if you fall off." The shirt was tight enough to show off his well-formed, if now a little too thin, frame, while at the same time not being too tight. His hair, crazily spiked, somehow completed the ensemble, just as his black Converse shoes complimented it.

Greg grinned at her, then turned to the bar thoughtfully. "I know I shouldn't, cuz of those wonderful drugs I'm taking…" he mused aloud. "But what the hell. You only live once, right?" Sara wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry at the irony of his statement, so she settled for shaking her head disapprovingly as he ordered them a round of tequila shots.

When they arrived, he turned back to her and held his glass up solemnly. "To forgetting our problems, even if just for tonight," he intoned.

She clinked her glass with his. "To forgetting."

Several rounds of shots later, Greg stood and pulled on Sara's hand. "C'mon, Sara, come dance with me!" he exclaimed, pulling her off her barstool.

"Greg, no!" she protested, trying half-heartedly to pull away. "I don't know how to dance."

"I'll teach you. C'mon, it'll be fun," he said enthusiastically, dragging her onto the dance floor.

"I don't think I'm drunk enough for this," she muttered, following him nonetheless.

Once on the floor, he turned back to her. "Ok, let's wait for the song to change." They did, and Greg grinned when he heard the DJ announce the next song. It was "Don't Stop Movin'" by S Club.

"DJ's got the party started
There's no end in sight
Everybody's moving to the
Rhythm that's inside
It's a crazy world
But tonight's the right situation
Don't get left behind"

"Alright, now, I'm going to teach you the basic dance move," said Greg, moving in closer to her.

"What is it?" She asked nervously.

"Well, most people refer to it as grinding." She blinked blankly at him. He sighed resignedly. "See those girls over there? Just copy what they do."

"I can feel the music
Movin' through me everywhere
Ain't no destination, baby
We don't even care
There's a place to be
If you need the right education
Let it take you there"

Sara watched as the girls slithered all over their dance partners, gyrating their hips in ways that would make anyone with common decency blush. "Greg, I can't do that!" she hissed. "Not in public!"

"Are you sure?" he asked, pouting slightly. She glared defiantly at him. "Ok, fine," he sighed, reaching for her hand.

"Just go with the magic, baby
I can see it there in your eyes
Flow, stop the waiting
Right here on the dance floor
Is where you gotta let it go"

Sara felt bad for Greg, so she decided to just go for it. She began to "grind" as best as she could, moving her hips in one of the lap-dance-like techniques that Catherine had shown her once.

"See, there you go!" grinned Greg, laughing. They both danced for a while, listening to the music as it slowly took them over.

"Don't stop movin'
Can you feel the music
DJ's got us goin' around, round
Don't stop movin'
Find your own way to it
Listen to the music
Taking you to places that you've never been before
Baby now"

Sara was getting the hang of it now. She wrapped her arms around Greg's neck as she literally ground her lower half onto his in a very suggestive way. She didn't know if his breathing was heavy because of the exertion of dancing, or because of her dancing.

"You can touch the moment
Almost feel it in the air
Don't know where we're goin', baby
We don't even care
Ain't no mystery, just use your imagination
Let it take you there"

Greg's hands left Sara's waist and were slowly and steadily making their way downward. Sara found that, strangely, she didn't mind.

"Just go with the magic, baby
I can see it there in your eyes
Flow, stop the waiting
Right here on the dance floor
Is where you gotta let it go"

Greg's lips met Sara's and, as they danced, their tongues did a different sort of dance.

"Don't stop movin'
Can you feel the music
DJ's got us goin' around, round
Don't stop movin'
Find your own way to it
Listen to the music
Taking you to places that you've never been before
Baby now"

Greg and Sara's bodies seemed as one as they moved together to the music in the smoky dimness of the club.

"Forget about your fears tonight
Listen to your heart, let it touch the sky
No need to reason why
Just listen to the sound
And it makes you come alive"

They stopped making out, but continued dancing, looking deep in each other's eyes, seemingly oblivious to the crush of bodies around them.

"Don't stop movin'
Can you feel the music
DJ's got us goin' around, round
Don't stop movin'
Find your own way to it
Listen to the music
Taking you to places that you've never been before
Baby now"

Greg's lips met hers once more in a blaze of fiery passion as the song ended. His hands were starting to climb to places they shouldn't be in public. She pushed them away, laughing. "Down boy! Go get another drink, I'm going to go freshen up." She kissed him once more before heading to the bathroom.

After primping and making sure she looked alright, she joined Greg at the bar, where she noticed that he had already pounded down two more shots during her absence. She began to come up with a plan in her head. She ordered another drink for herself and Greg, taking care to only sip hers while he gulped his down.

"You want another?" he asked, speech just beginning to slur.

"Nah, you go on," she encouraged, flashing him a smile. He smiled back and ordered another tequila.

A/N: From personal experience, drunk guy + sober girl equals never good. Small note also: I completely realize that no club in its right mind would ever use an S Club song. However, I thought the lyrics of the song (if not the song itself) fit into the chapter and what Greg was trying to get Sara to do.