A/N: Okay, now I'm just in the mood to post stuff, so here you go.
Disclaimer: I don't own the show or the characters. But believe me, if I did...
There wasn't really anything left to clean up, but Jeff and Annie stayed up talking for another hour and a half.
It wasn't until Annie looked at the clock that they realized how late it had gotten. "Oh gosh," she said. "It's almost three, and we've got class in the morning."
Jeff groaned inwardly. He didn't want to care about getting up early for classes. He just wanted to stay here and talk to Annie. Still, he wanted to make sure she was happy, and she would be happy if she got her sleep, so he got up to leave.
"Do you want me to turn off the fire?" he asked, noticing how she was yawning and knowing that she probably wouldn't have turned off the fire, even if she did know how.
"Sure, thanks," she said drowsily.
He went over to the fireplace to turn off the gas engine, closing the screen as he did so.
When he stood up, he was face to face with the mantle, which was littered with pictures, mostly of Annie. He looked at them for a moment, smiling at little Annie, feeling like he was seeing her past in those few little photographs.
One picture, not of Annie, caught his attention.
It was a picture of Annie's father, who still gave Jeff that bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, and another man, who also looked familiar. Jeff looked at him for a minute, trying to place him, before he saw the long scar that ran right below his cheek.
Jeff gasped and almost knocked over the picture frame.
"Jeff? Is something wrong?" Annie asked from the couch. She was barely conscious, but she still looked alarmed.
"Oh, nothing," he said, trying to keep his face looking calm. "Just burned myself a little," he said.
Annie's face was clouded with concern. "Are you okay? You should really run it under some cold water, or- or-"
"I'm fine, Annie," he said, smiling, but still tense.
She yawned again.
"Now, let's get you to bed," he said, giving her a hand to help her up.
"I'm fine," she said, waving his hand away. "I'm just going to sleep on the couch," she said, yawning again.
"You sure?" Jeff asked.
She nodded.
Jeff turned to go get a blanket from the hall closet (He knew they were there from past late-nights when he had come over to talk while her parents were out of town; Annie got very cold.), and when he turned back around, she was already asleep.
He placed the blanket on her, and snuck another look at the picture on the mantle, already knowing that he wouldn't be getting much sleep at all tonight.