A/N: Ahh! I'm so sorry. I'm mad at myself. In fact, I hope you guys are mad at me. I dunno how long its been since I've updated this. It feels like forever (but its probably only been like a week).

And to leave you guys on a cliffhanger, too? I'm cruel.

So if anyone is still interested in this story, if you haven't forgotten about me, then good. I love you. I really do. (:

I really do apologize, though. I've been updating this new SWAC fanfic, working on my first Harry Potter one (which got deleted by mistake and I had to start all over again, mind you), creating a numerous amount of silly one-shots, and also expanding my creations with a little project of mine. I'm writing poetry (not boring stuff, the beautiful stuff, I hope) based on this amazing photographer's work. I practically worship at her feet.

Anyway, add all this, plus school and friends and family and sport, and well, I'm pretty much stuffed, aren't I?

Oh, and to make it all worse, this is short too. Short, but essential.

Erik watched Jenny sleep peacefully. She was out of that ripped, wet dress she'd worn to the party, and in a pair of warm sweats. Her blond hair fanned out around her angel face, her thick lashes casting shadows across her slightly pink cheeks.

Erik's heart crumpled and tugged as he though about the hell Jenny must have gone through. He should've stopped her . . . He should've known . . .

Sam had called him numerous times in the past twenty hours since they'd parted ways. Apparently, not calling someone back meant that they really did want to talk. The young Van der Woodsen's shoulders weighed with guilt as he thought of how much he really didn't like Sam, not in that way at least.

There was only silence in the empty house. He felt horribly empty, too. It wasn't like he could suddenly turn back, could he? Couldn't just jump back in the closet. He couldn't love Jenny Humphrey, not in the way he really did.

Erik watched, with his sad brown eyes, in awe of this unique girl. One minute, she was fierce and wild. You couldn't tame a girl like that. But the next, Jenny was sweeter than sugar. Jenny was driven and determined – usually.

If she really liked Erik, wouldn't she be fighting for him, like all the other things she'd fought for in her life?

Erik didn't move for quite along time, he just watched Jenny sleep. It did feel kind of odd, and a little intrusive to her privacy, but he didn't really care. He doubted she'd care either, from what she'd told him so far.

It was those precious moments after the battle, before life could really start up again. It was the time when you exhaled, tired from fighting. Erik knew Jenny had fought for a long time, all night maybe. And then even before that, she'd been fighting Erik.

He'd never be good enough for her.

So Erik stayed in his spot, his eyes never leaving Jenny's inert body. He told the time by the different shades of sunlight colouring her golden locks. It had to be nearly ten, now. Besides, it wasn't like she knew he was watching, was it?

*

Jenny, though hazy and sore, could feel presence in the room. She had no energy whatsoever, and her legs ached in just the thought of standing.

Jenny had had the most horrible dream. It was so dark, so spine-chilling and blood-curdling. It wasn't very clear, but it had all the same effect. She could've died, but she didn't, because this beautiful blond angel had stopped her from falling. And then it had gone blank, though the dream kept playing over and over in her head.

Feeling warm and safe, Jenny opened one eye ever so slowly. She saw the very same beautiful angel as in her dream, and smiled weakly. She really was safe, now.

Might not deserve it, but I'll love you forever if you review ;)