I'm back! I have been for a while, but hey, took me a while to write this so…Anyways, this is part ¾ of this fic and here it is (can't be bothered with flashback thingy…)

But, just so you know, italics in the main bit flashbacks.

"Hey Nick," Alex smiled over her shoulder before going back to preparing what would pass as dinner for the two of them.

Nick didn't respond, just staring at her. Alex realised he wasn't responding and turned to face him.

"Is everything alright?"

Nick tried to figure out how to phrase what he was about to ask as his mind drifted back to his and Greg's conversations.

"Do you know what she is?" Greg demanded.

Nick was completely confused. "Greg, please explain what you're talking about."

"That thing!"

"What thing?"

"The dark haired woman who was just here!"

"You sure you're feeling alright Greggo?"

"I'm feeling fine! It's not me who's consorting with a demon!"

If Nick hadn't known Alex, that was the moment he'd have been calling the psychiatrist in to do a mental eval on Greg. But he knew Alex who had done her best to explain the world she existed in to him.

"Al isn't a demon," Nick refuted Greg's statement.

"Oh she is," Greg pressed his conviction of that statement. "Worst kind there is. One's who know their damned and know they can't change it, but still want to drag others down with them."

"Alex isn't like that."

"How well do you know that thing? And more importantly, why are you letting her stay?"

"Will you stop calling her a thing! She's a person! And from what I've seen a very kind one."

"You obviously don't know her then. Let's see what I can tell you. Alex White-Summers, no record of when she was born, things started after her death in 1692. She started appearing again. Some used to say she heralded a death. Wherever she went there was death and destruction or so it goes. Whatever she's told you, she's not here to help you. She's damned and she knows it. She's a demon Nick. She doesn't want to help people, only harm them. Helping isn't in her nature."

"Greg, I…"

"You may not believe me now, but I hope for your sake you realise that I'm telling the truth sooner rather than later."

Nick was left to wonder what exactly Greg meant because the younger man turned and left the room.

"What are you?" Nick demanded.

Alex was taken aback by the ferocity of the question. She almost flinched back, eyes widening. "What do you mean?"

"I mean what are you? Are you a demon?"

"I suppose you could say that…" she admitted, still confused as to what this was about.

"Then he was right, you lied to me…"

"I told you I wasn't an angel, I never lied to you about what I was."

"You said you wanted to help me."

"And I do. Believe me Nick, if I didn't want to help you, I wouldn't be here right now."

"How can I believe that?"

"Nick…"

"How can I believe you?"

"Because I once told you that I wouldn't lie to you."

"And how do I know that was the truth?"

Alex stared at Nick silently before asking quietly, "Do you want me to leave?"

Nick blinked. His confused mind hadn't quite got that far when he'd been heading home.

"Because if that's what you want, I'll do it. I won't burden you with my presence if you don't want me here."

Still, Nick found himself unable to reply. Alex nodded sadly to herself.

"I see. I really, truly, honestly, just wanted to help. Sure, to begin with my intentions were selfish and self-serving, but then I got to know you Nick Stokes. And then I realised that what happened to me didn't matter so long as you gained your absolution. Goodbye."

Alex clicked her fingers and turned to walk out of Nick's life. She paused, looking back at him, blinking back tears that shouldn't have been in her eyes.

"By the way, you'll burn your toast tonight."

With that, she walked out of the wall. Nick sat down heavily at the kitchen table, staring uncomprehendingly at the pans bubbling away on the cooker. He stood up and crossed to look at the spaghetti Alex had been cooking. It was nearly ready. He strained it, and served it up – far too big a serving for one. He ate as much of it as he could before wandering through towards his bedroom – he needed sleep, he had work that evening. As he passed the room Alex had been in he glanced in.

The pang in his chest surprised him when he saw that the bed was neatly made the way he'd always kept it before she'd arrived. Nick stepped into the room and saw that the items she'd scattered around the room to make it more homely for her had disappeared. For some reason, that cut him more than he felt it should have. She'd lied to him. Betrayed him. She was nothing more than a cheat, a liar.

Nick yawned as he put in his toast. He'd been tossing and turning all day, unable to shake the look on Alex's face when he'd not told her to stay. The hurt there, the look of eternal sadness. He leant against the counter and rubbed his face wearily. Why was this hurting so much?

With a sigh he went to retrieve his toast. For a moment, he simply stared blankly at it before finally processing that it was burnt. Just like Alex had predicted. Nick smiled bitterly at the blackened bread before starting to butter it.

Erm…yeah, I really did just do that. Please don't kill me! In fact…you can kill me, if you review (but then you wouldn't see how I end it…so please just review!!)