A/N: Just a heads up that either the next chapter or the one after that will be the technical end to this story, but I plan on writing a few chapters placed in the future after that. I also posted the first chapter of the story i'll be working on next, it's called Infinity and if you so please, check that out. :)

Thank you all again for all the wonderful reviews, they're entertaining and basically the only things that keep me motivated!

The bass pumps in time with the beat of her pulse and she closes her eyes, getting lost in the music. She doesn't know who the guy grinding on her from behind is nor the girl grinding on her front side. She doesn't care. One, or even both of them, will be the new twisted therapy Sara has found for herself for the night.

She hasn't touched her sketchbook since the plane ride. Usually the drawings just draw themselves but Sara has had no inspiration for the characters Voix and Vice and how their story will end. It seems as if it will play out just like her and Tegan. An abrupt end, with no story left to tell. Perhaps death, or maybe they'll just disappear. It'll remain unwritten until she no longer thinks of Tegan during the day and sees her in her dreams at night. Only then will they have their happy, or unhappy ending.

So Sara continues dancing and drinking from the random cups strangers hand her, taking risks and righting her wrongs. It can only make sense to her that hooking up with anyone and everyone will cure her of her feelings. She'll find the man or woman that will make her feel better than Tegan ever did and she'll forget. She will keep up this horrible routine she's found herself in until that happens. Even though it's been around three weeks since she got to Emy's and her feelings for Tegan have yet to die down in the slightest, she has yet to give up hope.

The girl dancing in front of her turns around to face Sara and attaches her lips to Sara's neck. She tilts her head back and the guy behind her attacks the other side of her neck. She continues to sway to the music, allowing these people to mark her neck with hickeys. She closes her eyes and gets lost in the sounds and the feelings of their fingers as they explore her body on the crowded dance floor. The girl dips her hand into Sara's jeans and underwear, cupping her mound.

Sara instinctively bucks her pelvis out, craving more contact. The girl reads her mind, and presses two fingers between her lips, rubbing in a slow circular motion on her swelling clit. The guy behind her runs his hands across her stomach and up to her breasts, kneading them through her shirt. Her lips twitch into a pleasurable smile as their paces increase in time to the music, and she gets closer and closer to her release, exploding in sync with the drop of the song. Her body spasms and the guy holds her small body up and the girl pulls her hand out and wipes it on Sara's jeans. They continue to dance until the last song plays for the night, and they part ways out through the club doors, never exchanging a "hello" or "hi", and certainly not their names.

Sara hails a cab and takes it back to Emy's apartment. She could normally walk, but her body is too full of alcohol, and possibly drugs, to make it home without falling asleep in an alley or getting kidnapped. She rests her head against the car window, watching the dark city pass all the way to Emy's. She gets out and tosses some cash to the driver and stumbles up the stairs, leaning against the railing the whole time and quietly attempts to unlock the door. She sneaks in, slipping her sneakers off by the door and shuffles to the couch. She falls face first into it, passing out immediately.

"Up, Sara, get up." Emy lifts Sara's foot that hangs out from under her blanket and shakes it. Sara groans, rolling over, trying to fall back asleep to avoid the feeling of her terrible hangover. "Sara!"

"Mmm, what?" She mumbles, tucking her foot under the blanket and curling up. Emy was talking too loud, and she just wanted her to go away.

"We need to talk. Well, you need to talk." Emy sits on the now empty cushion by Sara's feet.

"About what?" She asks, even though she knows exactly what Emy's going to say next.

"About why you're here. About how you said you needed a place to stay until you found a job and your own place when in reality, you're going out every night getting fucked up on god knows what with god knows who and then sleeping all day." Emy pulls the blanket off of Sara and throws it across the room. She tried to be understanding and let Sara deal with whatever it was she was dealing with but enough was enough. "Why aren't you in Vancouver with Aiden, Sara?"

Sara reluctantly sits up, shielding her eyes from all the light shining in through the windows. She peeks over at Emy who looks slightly annoyed, but also concerned. For the first time since she got back, she feels guilty for leeching off of Emy so much in the past few weeks. All she did was go out at night, get wasted, fool around, stumble back to Emy's and pass out, only to repeat the same actions the next night.

"I don't want to talk about." She says quietly, standing up to go to the bathroom where she can hopefully hide for a bit while claiming to be showering or getting ready.

"That's too bad." Emy grabs Sara's wrist and pulls her gently back to the couch, sitting her down.

"Obviously whatever you're dealing, or not dealing with is messing you up pretty bad. You can trust me, you can talk to me."

"He left me." Sara says flatly.

"What did you do?" Emy asks, confused. Aiden and her always seemed like the perfect couple, always laughing and hanging on each other.

"Cheated on him." Sara sighs shakily, running her hands through her hair.

"That doesn't sound like you." Emy places a comforting hand on Sara's knee, trying to get Sara to look at her.

"It probably also doesn't sound like me that it was with his sister." She looks to Emy, eyes hollow.

"Oh, wow." Emy glances away. She never suspected Sara was into girls, or really anyone for that matter until Aiden came along.

"Yeah." Sara chuckles sadly.

"So you're gay?" Emy hesitantly asks.

"No.. Yes.. Maybe.. I don't know!" Sara says, exasperated. That was the question she was trying to answer by going out every night, seeing if she liked boys or girls more. "I never even thought about it when I was with her, I didn't care if she was male or female, I just liked Tegan."

"What happened with her?"

"She wanted me to stay and be with her." Sara feels the first tear fall and she quickly wipes it away.

"Do you love her?"

"Yes, I think so." She mutters, picking at her nails.

"And she loves you?"

"Yeah.." Sara says, not liking where Emy will most likely go with this. She didn't come back to Montreal only to have someone tell her to leave again.

"Then why aren't you with her?" Emy asks. She never understood why people made it so complicated when they liked each other. Maybe Sara and this Tegan girl weren't exactly pure with their actions, but if they loved each other, then they should be together. Simple as that. Let the past stay in the past, and be happy in the present and future.

"I don't know. I'm scared, I don't know how to be with a woman." Sara says. She knew that last line was just a poor excuse. She never had to try with Tegan, just be herself. It was easier than it was with Aiden but that's what scared her so much. Everything seemed to scare her though.

"That's the only reason you're not with her now?" Emy asks, dumbfounded.

"I guess, yeah."

"You were attracted so much to this person, who wants you and you claim to love, that it made you cheat and you're not with them because you're nervous? That is the most stupid thing i've ever heard." Emy stands, ushering Sara to get moving. "Pack your bags, you're going back to Vancouver."

"What? No, I can't!" Sara struggles against Emy's attempts to get her up. All she needs is more time to get over Tegan, not to run back after her.

"You can, and will. You will knock on this girl's door and beg, kiss her feet if you have to, tell her you were stupid and plead that she take you back."

"Emy, I just... can't. What if she slams the door in my face? What if she found someone else?"

"Well that's karma then, and you come back here and not be a bum on my couch." Emy says, picking up Sara's laptop and opening it. "C'mon, find a ticket. I'll take you to the airport." She plops it down on Sara's lap and watches to make sure Sara purchases a ticket.

Sara's hand quivers as she clicks the 'Confirm Purchase' button, terrified of what Tegan will do when she sees Sara at her doorstop.