Disclaimer: see chapter one. This chapter is a bit of background for what's to come.

Hex glanced out of the corner of her eye as Jet walked towards her. He still had the P90 on his person, but the Wraith weapon had been abandoned beside the gate seconds earlier.

The military clothes really suited him. The cut suited his frame, and his name, (nickname really, but they could no longer refer to each other by their 'real' names, as their real names were so well known), was placed across the left pocket on his jacket, a picture of a jet sewn on beneath it.

She distinctly remembered sewing it on for him years ago, when he'd come up to her with his brown eyes set puppy-dog style, figuratively, and nearly literally, begging her to sew it onto his jacket for him.

She couldn't resist that look, she didn't know any female that had been able to, (including his own mother!), so she sat down in her room, with him lying on his back across her bed, eyes shut, and sewed it onto his jacket.

It had been absolutely nerve-wracking having him there, she recollected, as she checked to see how far along Rean's healing was coming. About halfway, good for the device she was using, and even better considering that she hadn't even passed the mandatory first-aid requirement, (she been off by two points.)

She continued to reminisce. She'd had the biggest crush on him for nearly two years, and he hadn't seem to notice her. She remembered calling him the blindest fly-boy in centuries.

Well, he had noticed her, but not in the way she'd wanted him to. She was, as she recalled, "another little sister." It had been gut wrenching hearing him say that.

She recalled that after he'd told her that and left the lounge, she'd ran straight to her bedroom, bumping into people in the corridors, not bothering to apologise, barely managing to hold back the tears that had constantly threatened to drop. She'd made it to her room, locked her door, and disabled her comm. system before the tears finally burst from behind the shattering dam.

But, like the brother he was, constantly on the lookout for his sister, even if she was older than him, Daemon had seen her leave the room, and along with Micky, his best friend, who felt the Hex was the older sister he'd never gotten, (even though he was older than her, but she behaved older than all of them), had come to see what had happened to the recently named Hurricane Hex, after her mom had come into her bedroom and said that it looked like a hurricane had blown in.

She remembered that they'd been very surprised to find her door locked and the comm system disabled, as she normally would have left it open because she was such a den mother, a trait from her mother, her door open to all who needed to see her. But Micky, being a certified genius, (it was in a gold frame and hung from one of his bedroom walls), like his father, (who had his hung in his office), had taken a few seconds to open the door, and the pair had gained entrance.

They'd just stopped still at seeing her bawling her eyes out, sobbing into her emerald green coloured pillow, shocked that Mount Hex, who'd always seemed to be the one you ran crying to when you were scared or hurt, the forever stalwart and true that had always stood tall and proud, was the one crying this time.

She'd never cried, not even when they were younger and she'd fallen over and broken her leg, or when they'd had their inoculations, (bloody needles), or even when she was taken by the Wraith to be held for ransom when she was nine-years-old, which had been stupid considering what she did, (she was summarily returned early the next day, sixteen hours after her abduction, none the worse.)

Daemon and Micky had immediately approached her, lay down on either side of her on the bed, and enveloped her in such a hug that she felt the love they had for her. They just lay there, letting their love for her surround her, (literally letting her feel their love for her by using the Atlantian gene to allow her access to their minds), and allowed her to finish her crying before asking her what was wrong.

Hex, being the emotional wreck that she currently was, had just blurted out everything, her crush on Jet, how she hated him teasing her, and how he'd called her "another little sister".

Even though Jet, Daemon, and Micky were the best of friends, Daemon and Micky had immediately offered to go beat the living daylights out of Jet, or at least get him to realise that she wasn't his "little sister".

Hex had instantaneously retorted that if they dared do anything, she'd beat seven kinds of 'the morning after' out of them, ranging from light bruises, to the full blown; scratches across their bodies, broken bones, hangovers, and the 'oh my god, why the hell did we do to piss her off this much.'

Paling as she'd finished, they'd immediately agreed.

Evidently they'd crossed their fingers or toes, hadn't believed she'd go through with it, or had thought the adults would stop her before she got too far, because she later found out that they'd totally, utterly, and completely stopped being friends with him.

Ignoring him, not doing work with him, or going for target practice at the weapons range with him, or even flying in the same shuttle with him on those previously much anticipated visits to the mainland.

Whenever she'd entered the room, the boys had appeared perfectly amiable towards Jet, but she'd been so busy trying to act normal around Jet that she'd never noticed just how polite they were being towards him.

That had occurred a month before the 'sewing date', as some of her friends now called it.

The boy's behaviour had been noticed by the others and by the adults, (a.k.a. everyone except Hex and the smaller children), who had questioned Jet, Daemon, and Micky, asking what was wrong. Jet had apparently been so confused that his best friends had suddenly turned their backs on him, and he'd constantly tried to regain their friendship. What had bewildered everyone was that the boys firmly refused, going as far as to turn around and leave if they'd entered a room and saw Jet there.

When Daemon and Micky were asked why they were doing this, they had kept responding that Jet knew, and that they should ask him. Everything was going full circle.

Then, luckily for them, Jinto had come over from the mainland to visit everyone, and had noticed the tension around Atlantis. In under a day, he'd understood completely what was wrong; something that no one else had even managed to come close to in nearly two years. He instantly, (or near enough), knew that she liked Jet, that Jet had offended me by calling me his "little sister", and that Daemon and Micky were standing up for my honour. It was so simple; everyone wondered how they could have missed it.

I, of course, didn't know at this point that anyone besides Daemon and Micky knew that I had liked Jet.

Afterwards, I was told that they'd, (meaning everyone), had got Jet, sat him down, and told him. As I heard, he went so pale he nearly matched the pure white shirt he was wearing. He'd told them that he liked me, but thought that I thought of him as a brother, and so was trying to put up a defensive shield around his emotions and feelings by trying to firmly establish our 'relationship'.

Apparently, I was that good at hiding my emotions, especially from him. Figures. The one guy I wanted to break the barriers was the one guy trying to keep them there and add extra layers to them.

I, of course, didn't know that he knew.

Days later, I was told that whilst I was asleep, they'd all had a big meeting as to what they needed to do to get me to see that he liked me. Various ideas were thought up and consequently shot down, and come dawn, no one had thought of a good one.

It wasn't until Jinto had seen Jet's jacket that he asked why there were no pictures upon it, like everyone else's. Brand labels hadn't really caught on in the Pegasus galaxy, except on Atlantis, where it seemed that everyone had some sort of image on their clothes. Apparently, this had given Shadow an idea.

Shadow had run back to her room, and from it, retrieved a fabric badge of a jet, which could be appliquéd onto clothes. She had been going to put it on a waterproof backpack she'd designed for his birthday, but she was giving it up for a nobler cause.

"Ask her to put this on your jacket, and then, when she least expects it, snog her!"

It was a great idea, it was a brilliant idea. No one could come up with a better one

It would have been an excellent idea…

………

……….

...if not for the idiocy of man. Or boy. And especially one in particular.

She'd finished sewing it on, her fingers having been pricked numerous times. She'd stood up and walked over to the bed, thinking about what to say, the jacket in her hands, her eyes firmly stuck on the jacket.

Her hands outstretched to hand back the jacket; she started to say, "Here you go Jet. Hope its O.K. Are you hungry?"

At least she'd been planning on asking him if he wanted something to eat, but before she could, he pulled her down on top of him, spinning quickly so that she ended up with her back on the bed, and placed his hands on either side of her head. She managed to get the first syllable of "What?" out before his eyes, full of lust, consumed her and he'd pulled her completely unresisting head down and placed his lips on top of hers.

Fireworks, flashing, Technicolour lights, the whole nine yards. She'd been waiting years for this.

It had been a few minutes later when he'd come up for air. Her mind had been pleasantly blank with mind numbing pleasure, but she heard one word.

"Sorry".

Her thoughts took an unpleasant turn. 'Sorry. He was SORRY!'

"SORRY!" she yelled at him, before punching him across the jaw, knocking him flat onto the floor.

Mount Hex had erupted.

Whilst he'd lain there shocked, she'd left her room, and gone to the mess hall where it seemed that nearly everyone was gathered.

"Well, how'd it go?" Mom asked me.

She knew?

"You knew?" I'd managed to ask in a voice that barely contained my rage. She was completely and totally oblivious. She really was a blond bimbo, maybe all that bleach had penetrated her skull and had gone straight to her brain. 'Thank the Lords I'm not' flashed briefly across her mind.

"HEX!" Jet's voice came through the halls and corridors, getting louder as he came closer. "HEX!"

Everyone around Hex looked at each other as her darkening eyes seemed to gain a murderous quality.

She looked at a nearby dinner setting, and seeing a knife, picked it up, weighed it in her left hand, then her right, and began slashing it in the air.

"Kathleen, honey, what are you doing?" Mom asked, placing her hand on my left shoulder. She seemed to have silently been voted the spokesperson for the group. Or she could have just been an interfering busybody. Lords above know she'd had enough practice.

"Wondering how much pain I can cause Jet when I castrate him and rip out his heart" she calmly replied.

At that moment, Jet ran through the doors and straight at Hex. Her mom barely managed to get the knife off her, receiving only a slight nick on her arm, no worse than a paper-cut really, before Hex decided to swing a punch at him instead.

Flat out on the floor, she gave him a swift kick to the ribs, and stepped onto his stomach, then on to the floor the other side of him, walked over to Jinto, grabbed him by the arms, and calmly stated to the shocked audience that she needed a decent sparing partner. One that didn't fall when he'd simply been winded.

She never found out what happened between the times she left and the time she returned to her room, but when she got back to her room, everything had changed.

Candles lay around the room, a meal for two lay upon her desk, which had been dragged into the centre of the room, and flowers of all shapes and sizes lay in vases around the room. Red petals adorned her bed, like a second sheet. Music played faintly in the background. The mood of the room was very sensual and warm, her question however, was as cold as ice.

"What do you want?" Her eyes narrowed at his appearance from her bathroom. He was dressed very sexily, she had to admit it, the silvery/blue shirt set off his eyes spectacularly, dark blue denim jeans plastered to him like a second skin. He was bare foot, and for some reason, that seemed more sexy than anything else. Weird.

"To apologise." It was said with such defeat that I nearly submitted. However I remembered earlier just in time.

"You already did, earlier, remember. Right after that kiss." She attempted to gain some of the frostiness back in her voice, but with him looking like that, she just couldn't. She found the drink that was supposed to accompany the meal on her desk, and quickly swallowed a gulp. Perfectly cold, to soothe her throat, hopefully it might soothe her heart as well.

She could hear him walk across her carpet towards, across the animal skin rug that he'd killed for her the year before, and his arms wrapped around her middle, his head pointing inwards and resting on her shoulder, and when he started to speak, she could feel the vibrations against her neck.

"I wasn't apologising for that." Lords above, if he kept those vibrations going, he could apologise for anything, the deaths of the Ancients, the resurrection of the Wraith, the flooding of the south-east pier, just as long as he kept talking.

"What," she started to ask breathlessly, "were you apologising for then?" Oh God, her knees were too weak, she was going to fall. She collapsed backwards into his arms, and he gathered her up and placed her on the bed and as he leaned over her, his eyes darkening from lust, he stated,

"Not doing this sooner."

As you can probably guess, they'd went all the way that night, and the meal had lain on the desk until the early morning when they'd both gotten hungry.

A constant beeping drew her out of her thoughts, as the beeping meant that the device had finished working, and Rean was fully healed.

Authors Note : Many thanks to PurpleYin for reviewing my story. I managed to create and type this chapter up in less than an hour and a half after I received the return e-mail. Reviews are welcome, both the good and the bad!

If there's anyone out there who believes that they could beta a story such as this, just write me!

Livy1213: All of those questions will be answered in future chapters.