Sky was surprised at the warmth that seemed to surround him the moment he took her into his arms. He had never felt that way before, so raw, naked and vulnerable. What surprised him even more was that he didn't even care. They just stood there watching the lights of the city with Z wrapped in his arms like a security blanket. He knew now that he was bound and determined never to let go of what she represented. Then he felt it. A small drop of warm liquid land just between the base of his thumb and fore finger.

Loosening his grip on her, he slowly spun her to face him. She was crying again. Steady streams of liquid rolled silently down her face. "What's wrong?" He asked in a hushed whisper.

She shook her head and stepped away from him secretly missing the added warmth his body had provided. "The city is so beautiful. You can almost forget everything it's done to you. Then you see it during the day and you're reminded of what a horrible place it really is."

Sky took a couple of steps back as a chill ran up along his spine. It was as if the faint shadow of doubt was whispering to him. 'Warning, Sky Tate! Danger!' Taking a deep breath he forced his feelings back. "What do you mean?"

She took a step towards the window. "You! You walk in like the knight in shining armor out of some book. Wanting to aid me...to wipe my tears away. Making me forget who it was who caused those tears. You're just like the city. A figment of my imagination, and just as unforgiving."

Her words cut him deep, and he felt the swell of anger burning in his gut. After what he had just been through, how dare she! Yet, what made him even more angry was that everything she had said was true. It was then that he realized that he wasn't angry at her, he was angry at himself.

It was then that his father's words came back to him in a flash. "There are two things you should never get angry at: things you can't change, because it's a waste of energy, and things you can change."

Glancing in Z's direction, he silently chided himself. She had every right to be emotional. He had treated her horribly, weather he realized it at the time or not. Then to make matters worse he didn't even apologize. He was so into his selfish needs he didn't recognize how badly he had actually hurt her. She was always the one to be the first to open up to people, trusting in them with her whole heart. For the most part, she was the most forgiving person he knew. It was her greatest strength.

Yet, looking on her now, he could see a hardened look in her eyes. One he recognized all too well. He saw it in the mirror not hours ago. It was more than likely the same look Jesus wore the moment Judas betrayed him. She was heart broken.

He couldn't believe it. His own selfishness had caused him to sink as low as Dru. "Oh foot, Z. I'm so sorry."

"How could you be? I understand. There's no way I could compete with your standards."

His eyes widened. "What? No! I love you the way that you are, Z!"

"Then why would you deny my offer? Don't think that I don't know that you came after me because of Syd."

Sky shook his head as tears started to prick behind his eyes. "Z, Syd did tell me to come find you, but not for the reason you are thinking. I did not know I had hurt you. I was shaking my head because I didn't believe I could fit into your life...with Jack around." He had to force his last words out and with them came a rare display of emotion from him as tears made their way down his face.

Z moved closer to him, knowing that he was sincere. Reaching up she wiped most of the dampness from his face and her breath caught as his strong hands encircled hers. "Um, did you say that you loved me?" She asked tentatively.

Sky sighed. He was hoping that she wouldn't have picked up on his little slip, but now that he knew that she did, he was relieved. Nodding he pulled her back into his arms. "I don't even care if you don't return my feelings, Z. I'm happy to have you as a friend."

Z snuggled into is arms and marveled at how they fit so perfectly around her. For some reason his admission also seemed to fit. It seemed natural to her. Placing a small kiss at the base of his neck, she pulled back slightly to watch his reaction.

His breath hitched in his throat. She had kissed him and not in a friendly way either. No, her kiss was unmistakable. The rejection he had been waiting for was lost in the wind so to speak. In her he had found a best friend, and something more. They had finally reached an understanding.

This is for those of you who wanted me to write more. I rarely do this, but after re-reading it nine months later, I realized that you were right. It did seem un-finished.

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