A/N- This fic really doesn't have a "point", if you will. It's just drabble about what happens to Sean (In my universe) after TSS. How his life takes a turn, his relationships, etc... So don't get upset if it's a little AU or if you think he gets a bit OOC. I tried to keep all of the characters as close as the real thing as possible. And with that.. Deal with it continues...

Chapter 11

Sean's POV

The next morning I felt awful. Not that I had a hangover or anything, but I did have sex with my friend's ex-girlfriend.

"I've gotta get the hell outta here." I muttered, sitting up on the right side of the bed. And as if on cue, there was a soft knock at the door. Praying to God it wasn't Jen, I answered.

"Yeah?"

"Shady? You up? It's Ness. Can I come in? Are you decent?"

"Come on in." The door creaked open, and she, the girl I regularly referred to as my "sister" slipped through. I tugged my t-shirt over my head, and Vanessa sat beside me.

"So, you never came back downstairs last night..." I stared at her. "She took off without saying bye. What happened?"

"She was real upset...She said I could help...So I did." Vanessa's eyes widened. "Did you?..."

My head sank. "You did Shady!" "She was really hurt, and mad. She said she needed me, just once, she said, no strings. And so,..." Vanessa st back with a shocked expression on her face.

"Don't look at me like that Vanessa. I already feel shitty enough." "Okay, Alright. Sean." It got quiet. "Do you like her?" "Not that way. Anyway, you know there's someone else." I toyed with my fingers. She automatically changed the subject. "Need a ride home?" "Yeah. Give me a minute to get my stuff." I answer. Nessa stands, half-smiles, and walks toward the door. "I'll wait downstairs." I stood, started grabbing my shit, then almost forgot I still had to take a shower.

After I dressed, and got my bag packed, I hustled downstairs. Vanessa sat on the very bottom step. "Where's Steve?" I asked her as she stood, slinging her purse over her shoulder. "Still in bed...With Kelsee." Rolling my eyes, I slammed the front door behind us. I don't think I could look him in the eye right now anyway.

Ness and I rode over to our favorite hang out, Grissom's park (yeah, it's made up). We parked, but sat in the car.

"Ok. Talk to me."

"What? Didn't we already, do that?"

"I'm not talkng about Jen. You just, look like you need someone to lend you their ear. Well, here I am. So, talk."

I don't know why I told her everything. I guess cause she's just so cool. I've nevertold anyone the way I felt for Emma before Vanessa. I knew I loved her, the day I wrestled Rick for possession of that gun. I knew it the day she got in Jay's car and I drove here like a madman. When I almost killed my damn self on that fucking sea doo, I saw the worry and love in her eyes. So I know she loves me. The problem is convincing ourselves we belong together, and it wouldn't happen if I was here, so far from her. Vanessa then interrupts my thoughts.

"You don't want to be here, do ya Shady?"

"Huh?"

"This isn't what you want. You want to be there don't you? With her."

"Yeah. Yeah, I think I do..."

When I got home, the first thing I did was call Jen. I had to try and set things right. I was doing that a lot lately. But she didn't answer. A few months passed, and she never answered. She ditched Nessa, Bryce, and me when school started, to hand out with, get this: the rich kids. I've seen her more than enough times, high on weed, or Ecstasy at a party, "Accidentally" bumping into me. But that was it. Things were never like it was before between us. Until one night, Halloween night to be exact, there was this big bonfire out on the beach. A random girl began talking to me, rubbing my arm, too unimportant to name, while Nessa stood close by watching, her boyfriend Josh beside her. Just like a big sister, she was annoying sometimes (Like this one), but hard to live without. That's when I saw Jen stumble close by, trying too hard to fit in her new circle, and wearing clothes in colors I'd never seen on her before. Wriggling free of the pesky party girl, I caught up with Jen.

"Hey, Sean. What's up?" "What about you? You've...changed." Jen looked down at herself and laughed a slightly nervous laugh. "Yeah, um...I just figured, new year, new you, ya know?"

"No."

"Yeah, well, yeah." "Jen, what's wrong with you?" She narrowed her dark eyes at me. "Psst. Nothing. What the hell is wrong with you?" "Ok. Whoa. Let's back up, calm down. I've been trying to call you." "Well, Sean, I didn't think you'd be too interested in talking to me again. You know, things get weird." "So you blow your real friends off for the barbie dolls clique?" "Listen. Those 'barbie dolls' were friends of mine way before you, or especially Stephen came along. And while we're discussing B clones Sean, how's your precious Emma, Whose name you called out when you were in bed with me!"

What? I did that? I thought.

"God, Sean, were you picturing me as her the whole time?" "Jen,..." "Forget it, ok? I made a complete fool of myself. That'll be the last time I ever seek comfort from a friend. That shit blew right right up in my face didn't it?" She looked crushed. "Look, Jen, I'm sorry..." I began, but she shook her head and said, "Don't be." "Jen!" I called, but she just dismissed me by throwing a hand in the air. Surprisingly, I still followed her.

"Hey! Wait up!" "Leave me alone." I caught up easily and grabbed her by the arm.

"Come on, Jen. Don't be like this."

"Let go Cameron."

"Not until you talk to me."

"You want me to talk to you? Ok. I will. First, my so-called boyfriend dumps me after a whole two years to whore with random girls at university. Second, I totally develop an overnight crush on my best friend, who I end up boning. And just when I'm starting to think it's the best, most liberating sex I've ever had, aformentioned bf whispers his ex-girlfriend's name in the throes of passion. I turn, making me feel worse than I did before I jumped all over said friend." She folds her arms across her chest. "The best, huh?" I teased. slow smile spreads across her lips, then abruptly disappears.

"Shut up. I'm not supposed to be laughing." "I'm really sorry Jen. I didn't even realize I'de done that." "Hey, Don't worry about it. It's not like we're...you know? Besides, I know you love Emma." We were quiet for a minute. "I guess." "Then why on earth are you still here?" I stared at my pretty, dark-haired friend. Lately, I'd been wondering the same thing. "I don't know, Jen."

"Yeah, well, think about that, before you totally rock another chick's world mid-erotic sack session, ok?" We laughed. "Hey, um, I gotta go Cameron. I'll call you sometime k?" "Yeah."

We both turned and walked away. But I had come to a conclusion in my head...

Sean Cameron was going home...