A/N: I do not own anything associated with Being Human(Thought I better add one more disclaimer just to be safe). Mentions and some dialouge from S1, Dog eat dog. Two more chapters after this, but I have a question: I have already started a sequel to this, so should I just make it one big story or should I publish separately? Please let me know your thoughts as I am really stuck on what to do.

Then there was the time that she thought they might never be able to get back to what they had.

When she woke up, the first thing that her senses told her was that she was cold. The second was that there was a metallic taste in the back of her throat. This wasn't unusual, she was used to waking up cold and dirty after the full moon; the taste of blood from the wolf's rampage through the forest still in her mouth. The third thing she realized, as she stretched slightly, was that there was a pain in her side; tender as if she had a wound that was half way through healing. And that was when her eyes flew open and she sat up pulling her knees in to shield herself, or at least provide a sense of modesty, because she wasn't in the forest; she was in a pen in the basement of a funeral home run by sadistic vampires and the night before she had killed someone. Joss had a vague recollection of fighting another werewolf, the old man she had met the day before she knew. And judging by the fact that she was still breathing, she had won, which left no doubt to the fate of her new acquaintance. Her breath started to come in gasps then, as she resisted the urge to gag and throw up.

"Here," a hand appeared in her line of sight, offering a bottle of water. She started at it almost uncomprehendingly and then slowly took it, rinsing out her mouth and spitting the water on the floor before taking another drink.

"I brought your clothes," they were thrown down in front of her and again she simply stared at them even though she was shivering.

"Joss," it came out as a sigh, pleading. A hand came down and touched her shoulder and she recoiled, skittering backwards towards the chair she had been strapped down to the night before.

"Don't," she said, voice hoarse and slightly dead sounding. "Don't touch me. Please." She closed her eyes, mentally telling herself to calm down. When she opened them and raised her head slightly, Aidan was looking at her almost helplessly.

"Can you turn around please?"

He did as she asked and she quickly grabbed her clothes pulling her jeans and t-shirt on, since her bra and underwear had been destroyed the night before when she changed. Sliding her feet into her shoes, she said "You can turn back around."

When he did she didn't meet his gaze, instead staring down at the floor. In the periphery of her vision she could see the body, or what was left of it, of the other werewolf.

"Your free to go," Aidan finally said, gently as if he was afraid that he would scare her. "I made a deal with Bishop. You can go home."

She nodded and still keeping her gaze off of him moved past him and to the opening of the cage. She could hear him behind her, but still she did little to acknowledge him. Once she had retrieved the notebook the man had kept with his research in it, she followed Aidan mutely as he led her out of the funeral home. They didn't run into any other vampires and for that she could only be grateful. It was only when they were in the car that she finally looked at him. Aidan was tensed, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly; his lips set in a way she knew by now meant he was thinking, worried thoughts. Still she didn't say anything, content to let him stew; she didn't know what she was feeling yet but sympathy for Aidan was definitely not it.

Once they were home she quickly jumped out of the car and ran into the house leaving him to trail behind, if he so chose to. At that moment she wouldn't have been surprised if he turned right back around and went back to his "family".

"Joss!" Sally had obviously been waiting for them to get there, as she had been sitting in the window watching the street. "Oh my god, are you okay? If I could, I would so hug you right now. Aidan wouldn't tell me anything, just told me to go home and wait." She glared behind Joss, where Aidan was now standing, and then turned to her again a look of concern on her pretty face.

"I'm going to be sick," is all Joss managed to reply, as she ran past her into the kitchen, leaning over the garbage-can and promptly throwing up what little was in her stomach. She dry heaved for a minute, ignoring the smell of bile that was now permeating her kitchen; she would clean it up later. Once she had gotten herself together again she grabbed the whole garbage-can and carried it out to the front step. Both Aidan and Sally were watching her, but instead of acknowledging them she trudged up the stairs and to the bathroom to have the longest shower of her life.

Later, when Aidan came into her room and sat down, she finally talked to him. He told her that what she did will always stay with her; what he didn't say is that there is nothing he can do to make it better. When she asks him what he did so that she didn't have to stay a prisoner, like the other werewolf, Douglas, he says he made a deal, a code of honor between he and Bishop. By this point Sally too has drifted upstairs and the tension between the three of them is palpable.

"I was scared, selfish even. It was really you that saved Joss," he told Sally, his gaze never leaving Joss who was sat on the floor by her bed, knees drawn up to her chest.

"And doomed you," Sally said sadly, shaking her head and coming into the room to stand by the desk. "Aidan, no." But Joss can tell that there isn't any pleading that is going to fix this. He made a deal, he bargained her life and freedom in exchange for having to help Bishop. For having to go back to that. Still…

"Sally's right," she said almost in quiet anger. She still had not fully looked at him. "What I saw in there…how could you do that? How could you go back to that?" And now, finally, she did look at him, her gaze accusing. "When all this, this house? This was all your idea in the first place." She could feel the emotion welling up in her chest and finally she knew what she was feeling and had been feeling for a while now. "God Aidan. What are we supposed to believe in if we can't believe in you?" She felt betrayed, that was it. Since the moment she had woken up on that cold floor, perhaps the day before when she had been forced to strip and been handled like livestock by the Amish vampire if she was honest, she had felt completely and utterly betrayed. She trusted Aidan like she had trusted no one else. He and Sally were her family; and she had been sure that no matter what she could always believe in him. She would even admit it to herself that she loved him; and that was what hurt the most.

Aidan looked like he was going to cry, if it was possible. He had not taken his eyes off of her once and now returning his gaze, she too could feel the tears welling up.

"You can," he told her, gently and with conviction, as if he was trying to reassure her. Reassure both her and Sally really, because Sally was as much a part of this drama as she and Aidan. "I just hope that you both can forgive me."

"There is nothing to forgive," Sally told him, also on the verge of tears. Joss really hoped that she wouldn't start crying, she didn't want to have the sinks over flowing or the windows breaking or any other type of ghost induced disasters. Sally seemed to have herself under control though.

Joss continued to look into Aidan's eyes; they reflected pain back at her and were beseeching, wanting something, hoping that she would give it to him. Could she though, she wondered. It might take a while, but could she really forgive him? What had he done really, that was so unforgivable? She took a shuddering breath then, knowing what she had to say.

"I forgive you Aidan. Just please, try and remember that no matter what you owe them, whatever you think you owe Bishop, that this is your home and we are your family. Not them. Not anymore." They continued to hold each others gaze, as so often seemed to happen, saying so much more with their eyes then they ever dared to speak with their lips.

Later that night, after Aidan had left to meet up with Bishop, Sally came into her room again and sat on the bed, turning to face Joss who was laying on her side but very much awake.

"Are you sure your okay?" she asked worriedly. "Last night was brutal enough to watch, I can't imagine what your feeling."

Joss shook her head slightly. "I've been trying to figure that out all day. I mean I killed a man last night Sally, literally tore him apart. I should feel vile; I keep telling myself, it was him or me, but I know I should be feeling like what I did was unforgivable. But I realized when Aidan was in here earlier, that as much as I hate myself right now, that is how betrayed I feel. I know I shouldn't be feeling that way, but I feel so betrayed by him. I feel like something is-"

"Like something in you is broken and you would give anything to fix it."

She looked up at Sally, who shrugged. "I'm an expert on betrayal remember? Murdered by the man who I planned on spending the rest of my life with? My best friend is shacking up with him? Kind of got the whole betrayal thing down."

Joss looked at her deadpan and Sally sighed, smiling slightly. "You've got to ask yourself honey why you feel this way. Its not just what Aidan did, making a deal with Bishop?"

Joss nodded, "No," she said quietly. "Its not. I'm just being silly, its not like he offered up my first-born. I think it's just that he didn't do anything, until you convinced him to. That he chose them over me; that my faith in him always having my back has been shattered."

Sally passed a hand over her head as if to caress her hair. Even with the lack of actual physical touch, the action soothed Joss non-the less.

"You love him," Sally stated astutely. If it had of been a question Joss would have denied it; at another time she would have awkwardly shrugged it off. But she was feeling strangely open after the night before.

"I do," her voice was soft, barely audible. "I do love him and that is what hurts the most. I am in love with Aidan." It almost felt liberating to speak the words aloud.

They lapsed into silence, comfortable with just each others company. After a time Joss rolled over onto her back and sat up, her hair falling around her face in a disheveled mess. "You can't tell him Sally. Whatever happens, he cannot know. Nothing can ever come of it."

"Joss…"

"No. Promise me, you won't say anything. I just want to try and get back to how things were; I need him as a friend more than anything."

Sally nodded, although reluctantly. "I promise Joss."