A/N: Okay, just fair warning, it gets a tad bit steamy in this chapter. Don't say I didn't warn you. Enjoy the last installment and please read and review so that I may improve in the future.

Crow had practically eaten three baked potatoes: his, Yusei's and Jane's. Jane had no idea where he stored all of it, just that he ate more than a starving college student at an all you can eat buffet. She was so engrossed in washing the plates that she didn't hear Jack come down, and it startled her, causing her to drop a knife on the floor.

"Bloody hell, Jack," she half laughed, out of breath. "You startled me."

Jack walked over and picked up the knife she'd dropped on the floor before handing it back. Jane washed it a second time before drying it off, not even bothering to look at Jack. He wasn't dressed like he usually was; this wasn't the first time she'd seen him without the jacket, but he made her...well, she figured that "nervous" would be the appropriate term. She'd known he was well built, but she hadn't imagined that his arms would be as muscular as they were, and that really made her...she'd never been nervous before, and this was starting to make her head hurt worse than that hangover.

She dried off her hands and turned around so that she could walk over to the couch, only to find Jack in her way. He looked thoughtful (which was a first) and Jane swallowed.

"Jack?" she asked, tentatively, "Is ev'rythin' okay?"

"Yes," he answered, looking at her intently. "Everything's fine."

"Oh. Good."

Jane tried to duck around Jack but he grabbed her by the wrist and held it, almost as if he was unsure of something. Jane was honest to God puzzled. Jack took a step closer to her, pinning her against the kitchen counter and he gently stroked the side of her face with his free hand. Jane hadn't realized how large his hands were...how warm they were, and how good they felt. It almost made her weak at the knee.

"Jane," Jack whispered her name so that it was only audible for the two of them, "Would you...think it was crazy if I kissed you?"

Jane didn't know how to answer that. She'd only known him for what, a week? Of course it would be crazy, but she didn't feel like it was crazy. Jack assumed that her silence was her answer and he leaned down ever so slightly until their lips met. At first, it was gentle as they tried to sort of figure out how it was going to work; Jack gently lifted Jane up so that she was sitting on the counter to help with the height difference a little bit, and Jane complied. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he wrapped his around her waist, both finally comfortable. That was when it started to progress beyond gentle, gradually getting firmer and deeper as they settled into a rhythm that felt natural. Jane dug her fingers into Jack's hair as he pushed harder against her, while Jack started to go from just kissing her lips.

She moaned slightly as she felt Jack's mouth move down to the base of her neck, almost as if he was caressing her with his lips. She jumped a little as she felt one of his hands leave her waist and start up her back and she let out a sort of mixture between a yelp and another moan. This seemed to go on forever, though something didn't feel quite right for Jane, even though she was thoroughly enjoying herself. Biting her lip, she pushed Jack away as hard as she could. The blond duelist looked at her, a little confused.

"What?" he asked, definitely confused. "You didn't like it?"

"No!" she exclaimed, shaking her head furiously. "No, it's... it's not that."

"You didn't like it."

He sort of drooped a little, making the sort of expression you'd expect a puppy to make after it's been kicked. Jane almost wanted to chuckle, seeing the usually boisterous and confident man get so upset, but she inhaled deeply and shook her head again.

"I already told you, it isn't that." She smiled gently. "I did like it, but..."

"But...?"

Jack leaned in close again, ego restored, waiting for an answer. Desperately trying to stifle the urge to just attack him right there, Jane swallowed hard and closed her eyes for a minute before she felt she had things under control enough to look Jack in the eye.

"Is this what you want?"

Jack looked taken aback for a moment, caught off guard by Jane's question.

"What-"

"Is this really what you want?" she asked again.

Jack was speechless. Jane noted the instant mix of shock and confusion that appeared on his face and sighed, looking down at the floor.

"You really don't know, do you?"

She pushed him away just enough so that she could get down from the counter. Walking briskly past him, she started folding up her clothes and placing them back in her bag with her possessions not far behind.

"Jane-"

"Jack. You've just been through a break up, I understand that." Jane didn't look back at him. "I really do, but I refuse to be a rebound."

Jane zipped up the bag with one quick, harsh movement, frustration becoming apparent in her actions. The Englishwoman stood and turned to face him, green eyes filled with the turbidity of her emotions.

"I'm leaving tomorrow," she stated simply, fighting to keep her voice from cracking.

Jack almost felt his jaw drop. He gripped Jane by the shoulders, his expression almost one of disbelief, filled to the brink with pleading and begging.

"Jane, don't. Stay."

"I can't. Not when you don't even know what you want."

She pulled away and out of his grip before lying down on the couch and turning her back to him, covering herself with the blanket. Understanding that nothing else was going to happen tonight, Jack quietly stomped up the stairs and slammed his fist on the wall at the top, frustrated. What did he want?

X X X

Good as her word, Jane was gone the next morning. Jack didn't say anything to Yusei or Crow about what had happened, though Crow was a bit peeved Jane wasn't there to cook anymore. Instead, he tried to vent his frustration through duels, avoiding the subject that was the fiddler Jane.

Her question never ceased to haunt him, though. Since Carly left him, Jack hadn't been sure of what he wanted. He knew he wanted to continue to be the best, sure, but personally... he wasn't as certain anymore. Of course, thinking about this made his head hurt, and what good did it do? Jane had been gone for a little over a month. Scowling, he downed another shot. He was going to get drunk enough to forget the Englishwoman if it was the last thing he did.

"Well, I certainly hope you aren't doing this because of me."

Jack looked up, startled by the familiar accent and smooth tone. Sure enough, there was Jane. She nodded at the bottle of scotch-whiskey sitting on the bar.

"At least, I hope you aren't." She chuckled. "Not with that cheap imitation."

"What do you want?" Jack grumbled, looking back at the bar.

"Still ever the charmer, I see."

Jane sat down next to Jack at the bar and leaned on the counter a little so she could see his face. He tried to avoid looking at her, but he couldn't resist a quick glance at her. Her long, honey gold hair was down, swishing with her every move and tumbling in thick curls. She was wearing a simple strapless white floral sundress and a pair of cranberry red flats, a complete turn around from the worn skinny jeans and t-shirts he'd been used to seeing. Jane noticed his glance and smiled.

"So how have you been, Hotshot?"

"Like you care," he scoffed, downing yet another shot.

"Maybe I do."

Jack looked at Jane who was watching him intently, green eyes filled with that confident and determined look that suited her so well.

"But, before I can continue, I have to ask." She cleared her throat. "Tell me, Jack Atlas, do you know what you want?"

The silence that followed Jane's haunting question was so thick, it could've been cut with a knife. Jack set down the shot glass in his hand.

"What I want..." he said quietly, tone wavering with anger. "You do a whole lot of talking about what I want, and nothing about what you want. It makes me sick."

Jane looked at Jack, a little startled, but he pushed on.

"That night... I wanted to be with you so badly, and I didn't even know if it was what you wanted. It drives me crazy knowing that I might have pushed you away!"

Jack clenched his fists, anger and frustration rising in his chest.

"You know what I want?" he roared, slamming a fist on the bar counter, almost breaking a shot glass. "I want you to tell me what you want!"

There was another silence; Jane's worry melted into a smile and she stood before gently taking Jack's hand.

"If that's really what you want, I'm happy to oblige."

X X X

Jane and Jack walked quietly through the park side by side. There weren't many people out around this time of day, so the park was almost deserted. Jane stopped by the fountain in the center and sat down on the edge.

"This is where we met," she said softly. "Remember?"

Jack gave a curt nod.

"I remember."

They waited in silence for a moment before Jane started again.

"So."

She crossed her hands on her lap and pressed her legs together, bouncing her feet up and down on the brick.

"The great Jack Atlas wants to know what I want?"

Jack didn't answer her. He did have an answer, he was just too embarrassed to admit that it was really all he'd thought about for the past month. Jane smiled again, softly and warmly before looking down at the water in the fountain.

"First off, my name isn't really Jane. It's Jeanette."

"You-"

"Don't get your knickers in a knot. I didn't completely lie to you."

Jack raised an eyebrow.

"Jeanette- Jean or Jane for short. I'm a musician by trade, playing the fiddle and the violin. I'm actually world renowned for my performances, but I'm retired, playing music for the sheer joy of music, not to gain fame or wealth by it." She paused for a second as she struggled with the memory. "There isn't any joy in what you do if you don't love what you're doing. That's why I left home."

The Englishwoman looked up at Jack, who was staring at her with complete and utter disbelief on his face. She giggled, amused.

"What's so funny?" he demanded.

"You seem so surprised by ev'rythin' I'm telling you. Anyways," she took a deep breath before continuing, "I wasn't expecting to meet someone like you here. I was hoping to disappear into the crowd and fade into non-existence. But... well, after I met you, I felt something I haven't felt for a long time."

She stood up and walked down the fountain steps, looking up at the night sky.

"You want to know what I want, Jack?" She swallowed, nervous before turning to look back at him. "I want to be here. I want to be with you."

When Jack still didn't say anything, Jane continued.

"When I left one month ago, I went back to England to get everything sorted out. I had to transfer all my savings and find a place to live before I could come back."

She smiled again.

"That," she said, voice dropping to a whisper, "Is what I want."

Jack could almost swear his heart skipped a beat as they stood in the empty park, which was completely out of character for him. Later, Jane would actually admit that her heart did the exact same thing as she waited for him to say something, but that doesn't mean Jack ever admitted it, even though it was obvious. So, instead of answering her, Jack closed the gap between them in two strides and pulled her into a kiss. They didn't know how long they stood there with Jack's arms embracing Jane and her arms wrapped around his neck, almost melding into each other. When they finally did break apart, Jack nodded at Jane's skirt, her legs finally exposed and not covered by jeans.

"It's a nice change to see those legs."

He slid one arm down Jane's back and rested it on the back of her thigh. Jane gave him a sly smile and gently dug one of her hands into the back of his hair, mischief glinting in her eyes playfully.

"Well, they're not all that I have to show you."

END!