It had been two days since the confrontation backstage, and Fergal was worried that he had lost the best thing that had ever happened to him. Sara wouldn't return his calls or texts, and he knew she was upset. She had every right to be, and he was frustrated with himself over it. Sara was at home, pouting and angry. She didn't know what to do about this. She really liked Fergal, but he was so weird and the whole first kiss didn't go as romantically as she had planned. It was awkward and uncomfortable and she felt embarrassed for even trying to kiss him. Her phone chimed with a text notification and she picked it up. It was Fergal, again, trying to get her to talk.

"Please talk to me. I don't want to end this relationship" it read

She waited a moment, trying to decide what to say, before she replied

S: "Okay, talk"

F: "I'm really sorry about what happened, and about acting so unusual. I have an explanation but I am not sure you would understand."

S: "I'm a very understanding person, Ferg. If you'd just talk to me, I'll listen, I promise"

F: "If only it were that easy. I want to see you."

S: "Okay..do you want me to fly to you?"

F: "No, I think it's best I come to you. There's a flight at 7:20 tonight."

S: "I'll pick you up at the airport."

F: "Okay. I'll see you tonight."

Sara anxiously began pacing around her home, picking things up, making sure things looked nice because this was the first time he had been to her place. She wanted everything to look perfect, and she tended to clean when she was anxious. She washed the dishes in the sink from lunch and put them away, swept up the dog food her German Shephard had scattered because he's a huge slob, then she went into her bedroom. She didn't know what would happen tonight, but in the possibility that anything did, she made her bed and kicked a pile of laundry into the closet. She glanced at the clock and sighed. Still 5 hours before she had to leave for the airport. She decided to find a different outfit to wear, and showered. After several hours of trying not to over analyze the situation and worry about what Fergal had to say to her, it was time to leave. She grabbed her keys and headed out for the airport. It seemed like ages before she saw him emerge from the arrival terminal, and she felt a knot in her stomach. She hated these feelings she got from him, but they weren't all bad. She considered herself incredibly lucky to find a man that gave her butterflies when she looked at him. He noticed her too, and he stopped. They locked eyes for a moment and he studied her. Her yellow sundress, her long brown hair, her brown eyes….he felt sad when he looked in her eyes. She was nervous, not excited to see him. He sighed and clutched his carry on bag before he began to walk toward her again.

"Hello, love" He spoke quietly as he stopped in front of her

"Hello, Fergie" she looked up at him and tried to smile so she wouldn't seem so full of emotions and nerves

"Have you had dinner?" he asked

"No, I wasn't hungry."

"Well, let's eat. What is your favorite restaurant at home?"

"You like barbecue?"

He just nodded and extended his arm to her. She put her's through his and they walked to her car in silence. The ride through Houston was silent and they could both sense the tension. When they arrived at the restaurant, Fergal jumped out of the car and hurried around to open Sara's door, as he always did. She got out and they walked in, sat down and placed their order.

"I've never had real Texas barbecue before." he laughed

"I'm sure there's a lot of real Texan things you haven't done." she teased

"No, but I would like to. I'd like to know how you grew up, what you do for fun around here."

"Maybe I can teach you the way of the cowboys" she joked, her southern accent a bit more audible than usual

"That would be nice." he trailed off, looking at her

"What?" she asked

"I've missed you." he reached out and placed his hand on top of hers

"I..missed you too" Sara said, feeling the electricity shoot through her like any other time he would touch her

"I'm sorry about this. I wish I weren't so odd"

"Why are you? Why can't you be physical? Even right now I can tell you aren't comfortable"

"I want to be. I want more than anything to kiss you, and hold you...but I can't" Fergal looked down at his plate of barely eaten food

"Just talk to me, Fergie. Please."

"It isn't that easy. It's something very few people know about, and it's better if I just show you"

"Ok, so show me."

"I'm afraid that you'll leave. Or that I'll hurt you." He looked up at her with a look of despair in his eyes

"I can't be hurt anymore than I already have been, trust me" Sara reminded him

They ate the rest of their meal in silence, his hand remaining tightly against hers. The ride back to Sara's house was as silent as the ride to the restaurant. When they walked into the house and Sara had dealt with her dog, Luke, who was incredibly excited to see a new person, they stood in the living room awkwardly looking at each other.

"I'm tired of waiting Fergal." Sara said "Show me"

"Sara…" Fergal shoved his hands in his pockets, becoming stiff as she stepped closer to him

Sara wrapped her arms around his waist and stood on her tip toes so she could be face level with him. She nuzzled into his neck, taking in his scent. He closed his eyes tight, trying to fight it off as long as he could, but it would only be a matter of time before his true self would appear, especially if she kept touching him. Every time her hot breath landed on the skin of his neck, he could feel it rising.

"I'm sorry…" he said softly, as he pulled his hands from his pockets and wrapped them around her. She nearly jumped out of her skin when his soft voice changed to something completely different, something dark, something that was not her Fergie "But you asked for this"

She was immediately picked up and thrown over his shoulder. He practically sprinted to her bedroom, throwing her on her bed. He turned his back to her before she could get herself together and move her tussled hair out of her face. He closed the door and locked it, then began unbuttoning his black dress shirt.

"Fergie?" she asked

He was silent as he removed his shirt. His bare back muscles bulging, the veins in his biceps protruding.

"Ferg…" she stood up next to the bed

"Fergal Devitt isn't here anymore." the voice spoke, as he turned around to face Sara

Sara froze. Fergal's blue eyes had changed to eyes that were as black as midnight.

"My name is Balor."