(A/N) Sorry for the lack in updates, I've been so busy with school, its really not that funny. Anyway, I'll give you two chapters, so please enjoy them and give me some feedback…Review!

Chatham. A beautiful small town in Cape Cod, Cape Cod itself a gorgeous spec of land. It was Massachusetts's elbow connected by the Sagamore and Bourne bridge. Cape Cod was a tourist haven in the summer and a sleepy deserted place in the other three seasons. It was off season, so Will had no trouble finding a small cottage on the beach. It would give them both the peace they needed and being far enough away from Boston that they could have that bit of breathing room both of them wanted.

Elizabeth glanced out the window as miles and miles of beautiful beaches seemed to stream by them. Elizabeth then glanced at Will and sighed, he looked tired, and beaten.

Will slowly pulled up to a driveway. Elizabeth looked at the small cottage. It looked weathered and beaten by the sea, yet it was beautiful. The sea shelled driveway crunched as Will drove his explorer over it. "Do you need help with your bags?" Will asked.

"No. I can handle it." Elizabeth got out of the truck and pulled out her big duffle bag.

"I'm going to get the groceries in first…it's kind of late, so I'm going to start dinner." Will opened the front door and hustled in all the bags as Elizabeth put her clothes in the closet of her bedroom.

Elizabeth then did the same with Will's belonging's as she smelled the rich smells coming from the kitchen. Elizabeth felt her stomach grumble, so she quickly finished putting Will's clothes away and walked into the kitchen.

Elizabeth found it hard to look at Will in the eye since she had kissed him. She found herself fighting so much. She was slowly beginning to sort her feelings, and yet in some way she found herself afraid of Will. Not of him as a man, but of the intimacy they shared when they were close, she knew she shouldn't, Will wouldn't hurt her, but she was raped, the crippling fear was still there. Someone touching her in that way, even in a loving way still seemed dirty to her…so incredibly wrong. Elizabeth felt somehow that having feelings for Will were too sudden, she was victimized only five months ago…yet the attraction was there over a year ago when she first met him.

Elizabeth looked over at him. He wore a pair of worn jeans and a black buttoned down shirt that fit him right in all of the right places. When he turned to look at her he smiled, she loved that smile, it was warm and caring, it almost made all of the hurt go away.

"It's just about done." Will said as he stirred the pot.

"What is it?"

"A nice Portuguese soup. It has kale, spinach, chorizo, potatoes…full of all that good stuff." Will took down two bowls from the cabinet and set them down and filled them both up with the soup.

Will watched Elizabeth eat the soup with vigor. She was something he was completely marveled by, although she was weakened, she was also strengthened, determined. Will couldn't make up his mind on which one was the front.

"You're not hungry?" Elizabeth pushed her bowl back.

Will looked down and saw that he hadn't touched his soup. "Oh no."

"Well, I'm going for a walk." Elizabeth put her bowl in the sink. "Care to join me?"

"Sure." Will wasn't about to let her go anywhere alone.

Elizabeth walked out of the back porch with Will behind her. She linked her hand with his and intertwined their fingers as they walked down the shore. The wind kicked up a bit and the sand swirled at their feet. "My father used to bring me down here every summer." Elizabeth said.

"Really?"

"Yes, he would spend the entire summer with me."

"Where was your mom?"

"She died when I was a little girl, I remember her somewhat, anything I do remember I cherish." Elizabeth then looked at Will. "What about you?"

"Me?"

"Your mom and dad, who were they?"

"My mom died when I was about nine…I was on my own basically bouncing around from foster home to foster home."

Elizabeth felt sad. "Where was your dad?"

"He walked out on my mom when I was little. I don't remember him either." Will gripped her hand a little tighter.

"Is it difficult for you?"

"I guess a boy growing up without his father, is just as bad as a girl to grow up without a mother."

"But I still have my father." Elizabeth stopped and looked at him. "It's not the same."

"No, it probably isn't." Will turned with Elizabeth to go back to the cottage. "But I did have a decent childhood…I'm not damaged property."

Elizabeth giggled. "I guess we are both considered damaged property."

"No, not you…" Will stopped himself.

"Perhaps you're right, but what else am I?"

"A beautiful and incredibly intelligent woman." Will turned her to face him.

"Who was raped."

"Who was a victim. Who clawed her way back…do you think that's all I think of you as?"

"No, right now when you look at me that way, I think your in love with me…but when I see you looking at evidence, you see me as a victim."

"What do you see in me?"

Elizabeth touched his cheek. "A man who thinks he may be no better than his father, but you are the best man I know. You are honorable and loving and you protect the ones you love…including me. Will you are the man I couldn't stand to live without…" Will reached for her. "But…" Elizabeth put her hand up. "I am damaged whether or not you realize it…I need to sort things out first." Elizabeth put her hands on his hips. "Can you accept that?"

"In a way, I guess I am going to have to." Will's eyes saddened in a way Elizabeth had never seen before. They turned silently and walked back into the cottage.

Together they cleaned up the kitchen and tidied up the rest of the cottage, enough had been spoken of that night. Elizabeth felt so incredibly frustrated, so annoyed that she couldn't take that final leap, into just fully trusting and believing in Will.

Elizabeth walked to her bedroom and started to run the shower. As the steam poured into the bathroom her mind slowly became foggy, tired, and at the same time restless. All she needed was sleep.

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Apparently sleep wasn't coming for Elizabeth. She kept thinking about Will. 'He won't ever hurt me, he would never let anything happen to me ever again, that's what he told me…he loves me…'

Elizabeth got up from bed and walked to Will's bedroom and stopped at the door. Elizabeth was mustering up all the courage she could pull together. She slowly opened the door and saw Will in a deep sleep. Elizabeth sat down beside him. She reached out to touch his cheek when his hand grabbed her wrist tightly.

"Elizabeth!" Will whispered harshly. "What are you doing?"

Elizabeth was at a loss for words. "Don't be mad."

"Are you kidding I could have killed you!" Will then saw the softness in her eyes. "What's wrong?"

Elizabeth leaned over and kissed him softly on his lips. "Nothing at all…"

Will's brows furrowed with slight confusion. "Elizabeth, I didn't want to push you into anything you weren't ready for." Will said as she climbed into bed with him.

"You didn't push me. I needed to push myself to completely trust you." Elizabeth said as she got closer to Will. "I needed to break free…you're my freedom Will."

Will couldn't have been happier as she kissed him. She was free, she was different, and if that difference was him, then so be it.

He touched her delicate skin as if it were of a fine porcelain, to him, she was made of glass, breakable if he pushed to hard, too fast. Will pushed her on her back and kissed her deeply, dear God, he was so in love with this woman he couldn't contain the love he had for her.

Elizabeth looked into Will's eyes, and they were completely focused on her. "Will…"

Will stopped and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "What?"

"I love you."