Jen was lay on her hotel bed in Cabo, cheek pressed to a pillows, looking ot of the window into the bright morning sun.

They had been in Mexico for 3 days now, and although she really had tried to leave her fight with David behind, she simply couldn't forget the hurt in his eyes, which she had caused.

Brad had been great, trying to cheer her up, nor knowing what was wrong with her in the first place. And she tried her best to hide her pain from him, failling miserably in her opinion.

Still, he was trying to give her his undivided attention, was gentle and funny and everything she had fallen in love with in the first place.

He was currently in the shower, getting ready to head out to the terrace where they would have breakfast served, and she probably should have gotten up, too, but somehow could not bring herself to this.

All this time, she had thought this was the right thing to do. You promise each other to stick to hard times together when you got married, right? And that was what she intended to do. But like David said, was it really the right thing, if she had to force herself to be happy? Was Brad happy or was he just pretending like she did?

She heard a beep from his nightstand, where he had left his cell.

She could see the display, and it said "incoming message from A.J.".

A.J. - he did not have any friends with that Initials, and she knew that he only rarely gave this number to anyone else than friends and family. Wait...

She knew she should not do this, but still, she grabbed to phone and klicked to open the message.

It was from HER: "Hey, how is Mexico? I know you said you need to really give this a try, and I get that, but still... I miss you"

WOW.

She scrolled through their message history, that had been going on for MONTHS. And only stopped for a couple of days when they decided to take this trip.

She had been right with what she had suspected, and wrong in a certain way.

Because from what she could read out of those messages, this was not about lust, but about something quite similar to what she and David had experienced: a love that was wrong on so many levels, but felt so RIGHT.

Now, that changed a lot of things. Even though this had been going on for WAY before she slipped herself, she could see, even from the messages, that Brad had really known he was in the wrong and fought for them just like she had.

But if they BOTH had to fight so hard to keep this thing going, was it even worth the fight?

She still had the phone in hand, when Brad came out of the shower. She looked at him with what must have been a mixture of shock and sadness but also clarity and relief.

"Jen, what are you doing?"

"Brad, sorry about that indescretion! But I think we need to talk..."

"So I take it you saw the messages... I am so sorry! I did not mean for this to happen! And I... I really want to try and make this work, because I still love you, and you are my best friend, and I don't want to loose you... but still somehow..."

She sighed "Honey, I kind of understand..."

He looked at her dumbfounded, clearly not expecting this answer. "I'm sorry...WHAT?"

"Kind of expected me to flip out and throw things at you if I found out, didn't you?"

"Well, kind of..." He said, flopping down next to her on the bed, where they were now sitting like the fools they were.

"I kind of understand because I experienced something similar recently... well not for MONTHS but still... that kind of takes away my right to be mad at you."

"Ok, now that we are being honest with each other... I guess there is only one person you could possibly be talking about... David?"

"Yeah... that obvious?"

"Well something was off since the day you wrapped the last episode. At first I thought you were just sad and lost... but somehow... and knowing both of you... you always had a special connection. And I definitely knew he had feelings for you... so... kind of an easy guess.

Is that the reason why you have been so sad since we are here?"

"Something happened... this one time, on the night after the last episode. I was not home that night either. He told me that he loved me, but I said I needed time to think. And after we both tried to hard in the last weeks, I told him that nothing was going to happen between us, which ended in a terrible fight. I thought that I might have lost one of my best friends because of one stupid night..."

"Wow, we really are two fools."

"Yes, but now we know that we at least are on the same page... and can stop fighting for something that seems to be over."

"Yup. Jen, I just want you to know that I never stopped loving you... it just kind of shifted..."

"...from passion to friendship." She completed his sentence.

"EXACTLY!" He laughed.

"So what are we doing now?" She asked.

"Well, I guess I will give Angelina a call, and we better organize a flight to LA for you because from the sound of it, you better do that talk in person... I think we can take care of everything else later"

She took him into her arms, and they ended up in a long hug.

"I want you to know that I love you so much... as a friend, and I am so happy that we finally got all of this out of our systems! Thank you for the amazing years"

"Ok, now go call the charter company and pack your stuff, and get there to talk to him... I must admit, I could have lost you to a much, much worse guy. You two are going to be fine."

"THANK YOU!" She yelled, already on her way to take care of things.

AN: so I received a comment stating that this is fic sucks because it would get Team Jolie cheering. In case the "Guest" sees this (I mean he read up to Chapter 11, right? I have a different take on this: Everybody saw Jen as the victim in this Story which I found Was kind of sad. I never implied that any of this happened. But I see this as a way to have her make her own decision and take her matter and her happiness into her own hands instead of making anybody the bad guy or the victim here.