AN: This is the last chapter! whee Same disclaimer as everything else…

They sat in silence for what seemed like hours, the clock on the left wall ticking off the seconds which quickly turned into minuets. His stomach decided to break the monotony by announcing that it was in desperate need of food. Sara looked up from her tear-stained jeans and glanced over at Greg, a small smirk on her lips.

"Is my suffering entertaining to you?" he said, trying to keep his tone serious; she caught his eyes and smiled. "Well at least I'm glad that you're happy, even if it's at my own expense."

"I'll go start some coffee." she said slowly rising to her bare feet. Her hand was caught by his, "Help me up." Sara grabbed his other hand and slowly pulled him up to his feet, his face only inches from hers, his breath smelling distinctly like peppermint. She closed the distance between them and laid her head in the crook of his neck, her arms wrapping around his torso. "I felt so alone." she whispered. "I miss my parents, I miss my brother, I miss being a kid." He strengthened his embrace and began to rub her back gently, feeling the knots built up in her back. "I just, wanted to forget everything, my past, my present… I wanted to forget that I'm not loved."

He stepped back and looked in to her eyes, searching for something, anything, for the woman that he met four years ago. Somewhere deep within the last tear, he saw a glimmer that gave him hope. Greg gently placed a hand on her neck and looked in to her eyes, "Sara, you are never alone." She looked up and saw in his eyes the truth, a thing that was rare in her life. "I mean it when I say that I will never leave you." Sara nodded slightly, acknowledging his words with her heart, "I know."

After a beat Sara removed his hands from around her waist and began to walk back to the kitchen and start their forgotten coffee. "Where the hell do you think your going?" Greg said as he grabbed her retreating wrist, "I'm not finished…" She turned around and was met with his lips against hers. Sara felt something grow in her soul, a desire for life and love. She pulled back from his lips, breathless, grinning.

"You still up for coffee?" she said mischievously, "Or are you up to something a little more… recreational?"

FIN

I'll let your imagination take it from there. I might add/change it later, if creativity seems to strike.