A/N: This part had to get written ASAP. An addendum to Chapter 4. Don't hate me!

Chapter 4a: Lulu

Johnny woke up to sunlight streaming on his face. He sat up to see Lulu opening the curtains in his hotel room. She looked the opposite of how he felt – bubbly and warm, dressed cozy in a long coat and nice shoes.

"Lulu," he said, blinking to clear his head from the remnants of sleep, "what are you doing here?"

"You know, it's really depressing to be in complete darkness," she replied as she finished adjusting the curtains. "No wonder you're always so testy."

"I had a headache. The dark was soothing. How did you get in here," he asked.

"Johnny, my cousin owns this hotel. I can get the key to any room I want."

"And your reasoning for being here is?"

"We need to talk."

Johnny got up off the bed, and turned around to head towards the mini fridge. He figured he was going to need that shot Carly left him and a lot more aspirin to get through this. "There is nothing left to talk about. What don't you understand?"

"Then why did you kiss me? Again?"

He sighed as he replied, "Because you were …" Johnny never got to finish his sentence. Because when he turned around, he saw that Lulu had discarded her coat and was standing in the sunlight, wearing nothing but a silky black negligee that fell to mid thigh. His mouth went completely dry and his throat constricted as he tried to get out words. "I…"

"I'm waiting," she said, hands on her hips. After a few more moments of silence, Lulu said, "Johnny, come here. I can't talk to you way across the room."

He couldn't help it. It was as if he was on the end of a rope being slowly pulled towards her. She looked like an angel in the sunlight, her hair shining and the negligee hugging all of her curves. Next thing Johnny knew, he was standing right in front of her.

"So, you want to tell me again why we don't have anything to talk about," she asked with a grin.

He tried to gain his composure, but it was hard with her right in front of him looking the way she did.

"Now," Lulu said, linking her arms around his neck, "are you going to try and tell me that you don't want me as much as I want you?"

That helped clear Johnny's mind – just a little. "I thought you wanted Logan."

"I thought so, too. But his kisses don't make me feel the way yours do."

"Lulu, this can't happen –" he replied as he already felt himself ready to give in.

"Will you stop arguing with me for once and just let go?" She started to lean forward and raise her face to kiss him – and suddenly she fell into him. Johnny's arms instinctively wrapped around her.

"Lulu?" He suddenly realized that her back felt warm and sticky. Stabilizing her with his one arm, he raised his other hand and his stomach dropped. It was covered with blood. He looked over at the window and saw the tiny hole that the bullet came through.

"Oh, god no! Lulu!" He laid her down on the bed and looked at her face. "Lulu, baby, stay with me." But it was too late. Her eyes had already gone glassy, and the comforter under her started to soak with her blood. He started to shake her, as if to wake her up. "Lulu. Lulu!"

"LULU!" Johnny shot up in his bed. Everything was still dark, the curtains still closed. His headache raged in full force. It took him a few minutes to realize that it was all a dream and calm his breathing. When he finally relaxed and remembered the nightmare, bile rose in his throat. As he raced to the bathroom to retch, the only thing that he thought was that they could never be together.