A/N: So here's the next chapter. No smut this time and it's going to be a bit angsty, but keep in mind: Woody and Jordan belong together, so please read on. Thanks again for the reviews, they really make me happy .

Disclaimer: See previous chapters.

Chapter 3 – The morning after

Jordan waked up to some rays of sunshine that were shining in her face, which caused her to close her eyes again quickly. Her head throbbed and felt as if it weighed hundreds of pounds and the sun in her eyes only made it worse. She really didn't want to move because her whole body ached, but the pain only got worse if she stayed facing the window. So she tried to turn around but the arm around her waist blocked her from doing so.

'Wait, arm around my waist?' she thought, opening her eyes alarmed, ignoring the pain.

This was the first time she took in her surroundings. This wasn't her bed and it certainly wasn't her bedroom. As she realized that she didn't wear any clothes she began to panic.

'Okay, calm down Jordan. Just think and find out what happened,' she tried to calm herself.

She was at the club dancing…then her eyes fell on him…Woody…a bottle of tequila…

From then on her memory became incomplete but images on what happened began to invade her mind.

They were drinking…flirting…dancing…kissing…making out on the dancefloor.

She let out a shocked gasp as she realized what happened next.

The restrooms…they were having sex in the restrooms…the drive home…then they did it again on his bed…she told him she loved him…he told her he loved her, too…

Her mind was swirling, she couldn't get a clear head and she felt sick to her stomach. They had agreed to remain friends and now she had slept with him when she was drunk. Sure, he said that he loved her, but he was also drunk so it didn't mean a thing. This surely has ruined their friendship, she thought sadly. Her mind was screaming at her to get up and run before he woke up. Maybe he wouldn't remember anything; it would be better this way.

As she tried to get up, the arm around her waist tightened.

"No Jo, stay," a sleepy voice murmured behind her.

She waited, frightened he would awake fully but soon she could hear him breathing strong and regular again.

'Great, so much for not remembering,' she thought.

She tried to wiggle free from his grip and she got so far as to sit up shifting over to get off the bed. Unfortunately, this caused him to awake.

"Jordan?" he asked confused. How the hell did a naked Jordan get into his bed? Wait, he was naked, too.

Taking some time to clear his head, he began to remember, what they did at the club and then again at home. They had a drunken one night stand. That was something that he normally never did and it not only happened but also with his friend. What would she think of him? He felt as if he had betrayed her trust and used her. He was so ashamed with himself.

She took this moment to turn around and face him, but instantly regretted this decision. His face reflected a mixture of fear and regret and something else that she couldn't quite recognize. He must have felt really disappointed with her for throwing herself at him. She was sure that she had lost all his respect after this night. Tears were welling up into her eyes and she only wanted to get out of here.

"I think I should go," she said, getting up.

It broke his heart when he saw the tears in her eyes. He had really fucked this up, their friendship and everything that could have been between them.

"Wait, don't leave. We have to talk about this," he pleaded, hoping to get things right between them.

"I don't think so. There's nothing to talk about," she said coldly, but her eyes betrayed her. She was hurt and he could see it.

"Please, just a few minutes. I didn't mean this to happen…" he started.

"Me neither, so everything's alright then. Let's just forget it ever happened," she said angrily.

"No, that's not how I meant it…"

"Just save it. I don't want to hear anything," she brushed his comment off. Truth was, she just couldn't bear to hear anymore talk about how this was a mistake. She had lied. She didn't regret that it happened, only the way it did.

This wasn't going the way he hoped it would. And then another thought crossed his mind. He couldn't remember using any protection. What if he got her pregnant? It's not that he didn't want to have children, but that's not the way it should happen.

Meanwhile, she was already partially dressed and was now searching for her top in the living room. He quickly put on his boxers and went after her.

"Jordan."

The worried tone in his voice made her turn around, holding the now found top in front of her breasts.

"Can you remember if we used any protection?" he asked

"No, we didn't," she answered, not the slightest bit worried, after thinking for a little while.

"What if I got you pregnant," he asked desperately.

"That's not going to happen," she answered, still calm.

"Why?"

"You ask me why? I'll tell you. I had an affair with a professor and got pregnant. He forced me to abort the baby but it didn't go well. The doctors said it is highly unlikely for me to ever get pregnant again. Oh and before you ask, I also don't have any STDs. So there's nothing to worry about," she said angrily, not able to hold the tears back any longer at the painful memory.

As he saw her face, he immediately felt sorry for asking her. He wanted nothing more than to take her into his arms and erase these painful memories but under given circumstances it wasn't such a good idea.

She quickly slipped over her top and fled from the apartment without any further words, leaving him behind hurt and confused.

He flopped onto the couch, rubbing his face with his hands. Why couldn't she just let him talk? She was so stubborn sometimes and this could really infuriate him sometimes but at the same time he also loved her for her stubbornness. He loved that she didn't give up easily, he admired the passion she had for her job although this got her in trouble every now and then and he had to help her out of it. He loved everything about that woman with every fibre of his heart. But now he had the feeling as if he had not only lost the chance for a romantic relationship with her but also the chance for any kind of relationship. He had lost her for good. He was so angry with himself for letting things go this far, he could really kick his ass. Maybe he should have run after her and explain everything, but knowing her, this wouldn't be a good idea. It was better to let her cool off a bit before he approached her again.

In some ways he could really understand her. Some many people whom she trusted had betrayed her. Not letting anybody near her was her mode of survival. What wouldn't he give to undo all the pain she had to endure. What she told him today, about her affair with her professor really angered him. If he ever met this bastard, he'd beat him up so badly that not even his mother would recognize him. Just because this selfish son of a bitch forced her into an abortion she could never have kids. He didn't know if she'd want any, but that wasn't the point. He destroyed the chance of her ever being a mother.

Woody's heart ached for her and it was difficult to get her out of his mind, because her scent lingered everywhere in his apartment. He was rubbing his temples because his headache quickly developed into a migraine, so he decided to go back to bed and sleep for some hours more. He got up from the couch and shuffled over to his bedroom where he exhaustedly dropped down on his bed. He reached for the pillow she used. It smelled like her hair, sweet and flowery. Engulfed by her scent he drifted to sleep, dreaming about her.

…

When Jordan was down on the street, she took deep breaths to calm herself down. Angrily, she wiped a few tears that were falling down her cheeks. Why did he have to bring up the topic pregnancy? It hurt her enough that he didn't want her. He regretted what they did last night. She saw it in his eyes before he even said it. And now that he knew about her condition, there was no chance he would ever want to be with her.

'Nobody wants damaged goods' she thought sadly as she began to walk in general direction of her home. A long walk would clear her head, but memories of the past were invading her mind.

She so was young and naïve back then. She was in love with her professor and she thought he loved her, too. But he only used her, she now knew. When she got pregnant, she was shocked at first but then she began to like the idea of her own little family. However, the professor didn't like the idea very much. He feared for his career so he forced her to abort the baby by threatening to refuse her any help with the baby, both financial and personal. She was scared and didn't know what else to do than to give in. She regretted this decision every day not only because of the medical consequences.

She had also lost her trust in men back then. She swore to herself to never let herself being hurt again. She got through with it easily. There were many meaningless relationships in her life that left her unscarred. But when Woody came along it was very difficult to keep up the walls around her. He touched her heart from the moment they met. But she fought her feelings, even when they kissed in the desert or when he wanted to give her the ring yesterday. The fear of being let down again was too great.

But after thinking things over she decided that it was time to jump over her shadow, only this time it was him who pushed her away. At least they would be friends this way, but that was ruined now. She didn't know how she could face him at work tomorrow. Maybe she could avoid him for some weeks until they were both able to leave the incident behind. Was that what she really wanted? To leave the incident behind? She shook her head. She wanted to be with him because she still loved him.

Her feet were hurting from walking so long, so she took her shoes off. She was only a few blocks away from her apartment when it started to rain. She didn't care; the weather resembled only her mood. When she arrived at her apartment, she was drenched and shivering, not only from the cold but also because she was emotionally drained. Once inside, she quickly stripped off her clothes and turned on her shower. She stepped under the hot spray but was unable to stand up any longer. So she sank down to the shower floor and brought her arms around her knees and allowed the tears to come that she had held back all the way. Heavy sobs wracked her body and she buried her head in her knees. She cried for everything that she had lost, for everything that could never be.

TBC

A/N: I know this didn't turn out the way you wanted it to be, but I wanted to make this story a bit longer. So please stick with this and review.