A/N: Sex scenes just aren't my thing, there's one in here but... I don't write them out that well, feel free to skim!

CHAPTER THREE

Mark's green eyes widened for a second when Fallon tripped over a simple tennis shoe, watching her hands fly out to break her fall on the carpeted floor, landing a few feet from him.

She kept her eyes shut, feeling for the sunglasses that had fallen off her face, an expression on her face he couldn't place.

Finally, Fallon just sat still, breathing heavily.

It took him a moment to realize she was crying.

Her eyes opened. They were still pools of obsidian, but with a film covering them. It was like looking into a foggy night.

Her pupils moved from side to side but it was all to clear Fallon couldn't see a thing.

Mark crouched down in front of her, watching the tears burn a trail down her cheeks.

Completely oblivious to the fact she was being watched, Fallon curled into a ball and cried her heart out. She couldn't bear the this. How could she live without seeing her beautiful boy's face again? Or Jeff's heart warming smile?

***

It became a twisted obsession, watching her. When Jeff and Gavin were gone, Mark would quietly slip into the room of wherever they were staying and just watch her. He liked seeing her learning to accept her limitations and work at strengthening her remaining sense.

What he liked better though were those moments when despair washed over her and she would cry, breaking down completely in those times.

He also liked watching his son. He quickly learned that Gavin was never without an escort. Jeff and Fallon were obviously not taking any chances when it came to their son.

His son.

But at the moment he was more interested in mommy dearest.

Currently Fallon was preparing to take a bath. She had assembled the things she would need, feeling the contours of bottles to determine who they belonged too and sniffing to find out what was inside. Then she felt for her clothes. To make everything simple for her, all her clothing was plain. Blue jeans and plain colored shirts.

How considerate of Jeff…

When she was ready, she carried her things into the bathroom, using her laden arms as bumpers.

Curiously, Mark followed. He leaned in the doorway, just watching as she drew her bath water, the only indication he wasn't a statue was the darkening of his green eyes as she undressed.

Fallon sighed contentedly once she was settled in the tub, laving the hot water over her breasts and stomach. She sank under the water, the garden tub providing her enough room to stretch. When she surfaced, she pushed her wet, black hair over her shoulders, wiping water off her pink tinted face.

It was such an innocent scene, so sweet and simple that it almost disgusted him. He made a low noise in the back of his throat.

"Hello?" Fallon clamped her hands over her chest, frowning, her head swiveling towards him. "Jeff?"

He grunted, beginning to shed his clothes.

"Jeff, answer me. This isn't funny." She frowned, fumbling along the floor, picking up a shampoo bottle and tossed it.

It completely missed Mark by a foot, landing with a soft thud on the floor.

Panic clearly on her face, Fallon stood up, water streaming down her in rivulets. "Get out."

He eyed her appreciatively.

She inhaled sharply when she heard footsteps coming towards her, the steps deliberate. "Mark?" She whispered weakly, her nostril's flaring as his scent suddenly overwhelmed her. Fallon let out a muffled scream as his mouth claimed hers, knowing his kisses all to well, the taste of him had been burned in her mind a long time ago.

Along with a fear of the pain he would cause her if he continued on this course. That she remembered all to well also.

Mark chuckled, his lips feathering hers, knowing what she was probably thinking. He admitted he had not been kind to her in his love making, using her body for his own gratification, very rarely caring if she was satisfied or not.

So he also knew it would startle her when she realized none of the would be happening this time. He trailed his lips down her chin, his mustache and goatee tickling her wet skin as his kisses moved to her throat.

Mark could feel the tension draining from her body though her heart rate had picked up. She was both scared and becoming aroused.

Good.

She tasted so much better then he had remembered. He wanted to keep tasting her, but knew they didn't have that much time.

"Quiet." He growled when she whimpered, water splashing against the side of the tub as he stepped in with her, lifting her.

Fallon's arms wrapped around his neck. "Please, don't." She whispered, tears mingling with the water that ran down her face from her hair. "Mark, please."

"I have too." Mark murmured, brushing his lips against hers, drawing her legs around his waist, pressing her back against the tiled wall. "I must."

Fallon could have fought him, she could have screamed for help. In the end, however, it would all end the same. He would have her regardless of what she did.

He would also make her enjoy it.

"Ready?" He whispered, the head of his pulsating cock pressing against her, not waiting for an answer as he slid inside her.

"No…" Fallon whimpered, unable to keep from crying out when he snapped his hips forward, sheathing himself completely in her.

Mark buried his face in her neck, breathing heavily though his mouth. Her hot, eager pussy was already clenching around him greedily, urging him to take her even though she was shaking her head. Skimming his rough, calloused hands down her ribs, Mark cupped Fallon's ass, pulling her into him and guiding her movements so she was bouncing on his dick in time with his thrusts.

Leaning her head back against the bathtub wall, Fallon could only bite down on her full, lower lip, trying to stifle the cries of pleasure that were threatening to escape her. She was glad she couldn't see, that she was blind, though she kept her lids tightly closed anyway. She couldn't bear it she seen him, seeing those wicked green eyes that would lay all of her bare.

She was glad to be blind.

Especially when she began to cum; her pussy clamping around him almost violently.

"Fallon." He grunted, giving a final thrust, slamming forward and burying himself deep in her receptive body, his own stiffening and quivering at the same time.

She kept her face buried against his shoulder, body twitching in it's own aftermath, the slowly fading electricity still sending pleasant tingles down her spine. So this was what it was like to be loved by Mark. She exhaled raggedly, pulling her head away finally.

Mark stared down into her face, wishing those opal eyes could see him. Her passion had taken the breath from him. If he had known just how willing a lover she could make, he would have done things differently all those years ago. "I am sorry." He murmured, running his fingertips over her eye-lids.

Fallon knew his apology went past blinding her, compassing everything between them. Past, present and the looking future. She could only nod. "I know."

***

Shadow watched as Fallon struggled with kick boxing. She knew her friend loved this sport but wasn't sure if she would be able to still do it. Fallon would have to learn how to listen to the bag's movements if she didn't want to wind up on her ass.

"Oomph."

Too late.

"Are you okay?" Shadow asked, bending down to help her up.

Fallon waved away the help, her pale face looking irritated. "Yeah, let me…" She pushed herself up off the floor, hands out to steady herself.

Running a hand through her brunette hair, Shadow could only sigh. "Fal, what's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"You seem… different."

"I'm blind, what did you expect?" Fallon replied sarcastically, snorting. Instead of going another round with the bag, she groped for her towel. Her hands landed on the comfortably coarse cloth, bringing it to her sweat covered brow with a sigh.

"You know what I mean."

Knowing her face was beginning to flush and not from the workout either, Fallon lowered her head. Why did she have to be friends with someone so persistent? "Nothing, Shadow." She said finally, her voice coming out flat.

Shadow just shook her head as Fallon felt her way out of the gym.

***

"Look, all you have to do is make a statement saying what happened and Callaway will be locked up, Fal." Chris pleaded, leaning across the Formica coffee table to take her hands in his. "This time around he can't use the 'it's a storyline' excuse to save his ass."

She didn't say a word.

"Fal, there's a statue of limitations on this. If you don't push the issue soon, he's going to get away with this.

She inhaled raggedly, withdrawing her hands to pick up her cappuccino.

"You have a short time to act, Fallon. Don't waste it."

***

"Mark?" Michelle raised her head off her pillow, frowning as she pulled sweat soaked hair from the side of her face. "Mark?" When there was no answer, she gave a huff and rolled out of bed. "I swear to god, he's becoming a pain in my ass…"

Wrapping her silk robe around herself, Michelle stepped out into the much cooler hotel hallway. A quick scan either way showed nothing but closed doors. Then she heard crying.

Cautiously, Michelle headed towards the sound, tightening her robe as she walked. "Hello?"

The crying abruptly stopped, only to be replaced with stifled, gasping sobs.

"Hello?" Michelle repeated, freezing when she heard movement, eyes narrowing as a full head of black hair rose from behind a potted plant not more then ten feet away. She hadn't seen Fallon in weeks though she was aware that something had happened to the woman.

So it was a bit shocking to see Fallon reaching out to feel her way, turning her head in every direction, eyes wide. Michelle could see a white film covering those obsidian eyes. They were open but unseeing.

Whispered rumors came assaulting Michelle's mind. The horrifying story of Mark and Fallon. It was a tale terrible enough to rival a Grimm's fable. Of course she had ignored the stories when they were repeated to her by members of the crew who had been around when everything allegedly happened. Just because she was new and dating Mark, she didn't need warnings. She adored him. He was a gentleman who treated her like a precious gem.

Admittedly, he did have a dark side to him, he could be extremely moody at times. That did not make him a psychopath.

Right?

Michelle turned her attention back to Fallon, who was now standing still with her head cocked, silent tears running down her face. Michelle let out a soft snort, wondering why she was letting this woman make her second guess Mark.

Supposedly it was Mark who had this to Fallon.

Michelle snorted again.

"Hello?" Fallon whispered.

Michelle just walked away.

***

"Mom, are you sure you should be doing this?"

Fallon had to smile at the worry in Gavin's tone. "Yes honey, I'm sure this is allowed."

"Does dad know?"

"He's the one who imposed a curfew. Gav, I want some new clothes and you are the lucky one who gets to help me."

"What about that scary man?"

"He's doing a publicity thing with all the rest of them. Chill out, sweetheart." She squeezed her son's hand reassuringly. 'knowing your dad, he has someone following us."

"You're joking, right?"

"Nada."

***

Several hours later Gavin had forgotten his worries, more intent on helping his mom pick out clothes. Now that they had successfully drained Jeff's and Fallon's joint bank account and deposited the bags back at the hotel, the pair had gone back out for a bite to eat. Munching contentedly on loaded chilli dogs, they sat side by side at a counter in a diner.

"Want to go see a movie after this?" Fallon asked, sipping her soda.

"Um, mom…" Gavin looked at her awkwardly. "You can't see, remember?"

"I can hear, bonehead."

"Oh."

"Duh. So how bout it?"

"Can we just go back to the hotel? I'm kinda tired, momma."

"Sure thing, honey."

On their short walk back to the hotel, Gavin felt a trickle of unease creeping down his spine. Tightening his grip on his mom's hand, he tugged her on faster.

"Gavin, slow down." Fallon laughed, her walking stick clicking on the sidewalk rapidly. "Honey, I'm going to trip."

He didn't want to worry her but at the same time, Gavin knew they had to hurry. Something was urging him on. Instinct proved true.

Just as they rounded the corner, a man almost as tall as Kane stepped in front of them.

"Gav?"

"Hold on, mom." Gavin stared defiantly up at the man, instantly recognizing him as the one he was cautioned against. "Got to tie my shoe."

Fallon nodded, releasing his hand, her head swiveling to catch the sounds around them.

Gavin blinked, almost yelping as a giant hand reached for him. He flinched as his hair was ruffled. Then the man moved away, leaving their way free. "Okay mom, let's go."

Fallon laughed as he hauled her away, even faster then before, completely oblivious.