a/nhey guys hope u like thelastest chapter, i dont know if i am gonna write any more of this one so let me know if you want me 2 -plz read and review

p.smany thanks to my friend Tash - who irons out all my editing probs

It was almost dark when Jordan stopped to gather her thoughts. She was at her mothers grave. She didn't remember how she got there or that she had even intended to go there. She just sat in silence lost in a world of memories and pain. Gingerly, she lay down like a child her hands between her head and the cold earth.

She didn't know how long she lay there, nor if she was lost in memories or dreams.

It was the sound on foot steps on gravel that finally dragged her thoughts out of her past and back to reality. Tentatively she raised her head. Even though the darkness she recognized those crystalline blue eyes. At that moment she felt her heart both braking and rejoicing. With out any words he reached down and scooped up her small frame. Holding tightly to one another, thankful for the closeness, he carried her to his car. After he gently placed her down, he flicked open his phone.

"Garret she's safe, she's with me."

Even through her foggy brain Jordan didn't miss the irony of his statement.

As they drove, they were both silent. The many thoughts that ran through their minds remained unsaid.

When they arrived, she was out of the car before he could he turn off the ignition. He sighed before slowly following her. He knew that every one would be there waiting. He stood at the door and watched as Nigel, Bug, Lily and Garret fussed over her. He could see that underneath that calm expression she had put on, she was sufforcating under her friends concern.

"Are you sure your okay?" Garret asks her too, scencing that she was not as she seemed.

"I'm fine. I just want to be left alone," Jordan half yelled, half begged.

"And no I'm not going anywhere so go home and get some sleep."

Her distress now quite visible.

"Goodnight Jordan" Garret said calmly as he placed a hand on her shoulder. The other three chorised goodbyes as they left. Woody followed them out wordlessly as Jordan closed her door. She turned to walk towards her room when she heard Woody's voice from the corridor.

"I'll stay garret, go home she's safe."

Listening closely, she hurd the elvator door close and Woody's walk towards her. For a terifying moment she thought he was going to knock on her door. But he didn't he just sat down his back againt her door. Slowly jordan sank down on the opposite side of the door. They sat like that for some time, only two inches of wood separating them: their thoughts on one another. Quietly, Jordan stood. She walked to her kitchen and poured herself a whiskey and skulled it. Then she confidently walk towards the door and pulled it open. Woody fell back into the doorway and looked at her in shock and confusion.

"You might be more comfortable on the couch." Jordan said in what she hoped was a cold voice. Deliberately she walked to the cupboard and got him a pillow and a blanket. Carelessly, she then thew them at the unsuspecting Woody who caught them awkwardly.

"Thanks" he replied softly as he sat down and pulled the short blanket over his torso. Silently she walked to her room.

Woody woke to the sound of sobs and screams. Jumping up, Woody ran into Jordan's room. Gently he sat down on her bed and lightly touched her arm.

"Jordan, Jordan, Jo. Wake up it just a dream."

Abruptly Jordan sat up awake. Tears streamed freely down her face. Her lips moved as trying to speak but all that came where soft haunting sobs. Woody needed no words. He knew that look. He knew it from the many times his own face had shadowed it. It was fear and pain beyond words. Careingly, Woody drew her close and held her. He didn't think nor care about what has recently past between them. His only thoughts were of Jordan and the deep pain they both shared. Her tears fell softly onto his crumpled cotton shirt, seeping through to his warm skin . The last of her lingering tears fell from her eye lashes as she drifted in to a restless sleep in his arms. Woody on the other hand didn't drift off until the wee hours of the morning. And even then, every time Jordan moved a millimeter he would wake.

Jordan's eyes fluttered open as light filtered through her closed curtains. Raising her head slightly she looked across to the clock. Nine am. Soundlessly, she turned in Woody's arms to face him. His short hair was all messy with several strands falling down onto his creased forehead, his eyes were shut covering his captivating crystalline blue eyes. Sucking a breath in Jordan whispered.

"I ,I " she closed her eyes and spoke again, her voice even lower than a whisper.

"I love you" as the words left her mouth her already fragile heart shattered into a million pieces. Calmly she gradually removed her self form Woody's arms. As she walked away she held in the deafening scream that echoed her heartbreak.

Woody waited until he heard her footsteps on the bathroom floor before cautiously opening his eyes. He had been awake for about half and hour : not moving so he could cherish his closeness to Jordan. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Had Jordan really just uttered those words that he had been dreaming for hearing? The three words that he had known the moment her met her - did she feel that too? Did she really love him? Cautiously, he walked into the living room. It was time that he and Jordan talked, they only been avoiding it for four years.

In true Jordan fashion she had shower and dressed within minutes. She was standing over the bench drinking a strong black coffee. She looked up and their gaze met. For the first time he could remember, Jordan broke the gaze. Turing to place her cup in the sink she spoke her voice tight with controlled anger.

"Close the door behind you when you leave" was all she said a before grabbing her bag and walking out of door.