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Sienna turned on her side, her eyes fluttering open for the hundredth time in the past thirty minutes. Unable to sleep, she sighed softly and sat up. Swinging her legs off the side of the bed, she was halfway off the bed before she realized something wasn't right. Slowly sitting back down, she turned her head towards the bathroom. The door was partially open.

Rising back to her feet, she cautiously made her way over. Hearing a sound she stopped. Tilting an ear towards the bathroom door, the sound of rushing water greeted her. The shower was on. Releasing a nervous breath, her trembling frame detoured, making a stop at her bag. Sticking her hand in the side pocket, she pulled out a can of mace. Keeping an eye on the bathroom, she slowly started towards it, holding her mace out, ready to spray.

Her hand ventured out, slowly pushing the door all the way open. Fielding her way through the mounting clouds of steam, she went to the shower. With one hand ready with the mace, her heart racing, trembling fingers touched the shower curtain and with a deep breath, yanked it back.

"Woah! It's just me!"

"Fuck, John!" Sienna exclaimed, her hand going to her heart. "You scared the shit out of me!"

John gave her an apologetic smile as he shut off the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist.

"Sorry, mama. I got in a few minutes ago, but you were still sleeping." he said.

Trying to calm herself, she sank onto the toilet and took a deep breath.

"I thought you were..." Sienna's words cut off as a tear trickled down her cheek.

John leaned forward and captured Sienna's hand in his. Drawing her to her feet, he pulled her into his arms.

"Hey....it's okay, mama." he whispered. "You're okay."

Sienna batted his hands away from her, tears coursing down her cheeks. "I am not okay, John! You were....." Sienna closed her eyes against as her words were choked off.

"Hey, what's all this?" John asked softly. "We're safe, remember? We're all okay."

Sienna looked up at him, tears still falling.

"You were..." she tried, choking up. "They were..."

"But they didn't, baby. And I'm not." he said, taking her into his arms. "I'm here....right here."

Sienna stayed in his arms, holding him close. After a few minutes, she pulled back and wiped her tears away.

"I've missed you." she said.

"I've missed you too." John smiled, wiggling his brows suggestively. "Really..really missed you."

Sienna squealed as John bent and lifted her. Sienna slid her legs around his as his arms circled her waist. With her fingers gently caressing his hair, she lowered her lips to his. Never releasing the hold on her lips, John carried her over to the bed and slowly lowered her onto it.

Sienna and John kept their tongues entwined as they pushed up the bed towards the pillow. Then, covering themselves with the sheet, their fingers began to work. The kiss broke for only a moment as Sienna's nighty and John's towell were slid off their bodies and tossed to the floor below. Slowing their pace just a little, John rolled, taking Sienna with him so that she straddled his hips.

"I love you." he whispered, caressing the hair around her face. "So much."

Sienna smiled, her eyes shining with a new line of unshed tears. "I love you too."

John smiled and pulled her lips to his once more. Their tingling touch only lasted a moment before it was broken by the sound of a soft ringing in Sienna's ears. Sienna pulled back, glancing around as the ringing grew louder and louder. With a sigh she got up, grumbling about perfect timing. She hesitated, thinking she could jsut let it go to voicemail, but knew that she couldn't. it might be John's mom with news about their daughter. She went over and checked the number. Sseeing it was Jeff and not Carol, she let it go to voicemail and turned back towards the bed. Her steps halted abruplty. John was gone.

With a start, Sienna took a tentative step forward. "John?"

Receiving no answer, she ran to the bathroom. Flinging the door open, she moved to the shower and yanked back the curtain. The shower was empty... completely dry.

"John?" she called out in a panicked cry. "JOHN?"

Turning, she stepped out of the bathroom and gave a strangled cry as the hotel room slowly became her and John's bedroom. Crimson roses scattered across one side of the bed, large thorns clawing at the mocha colored fabric beneath. A slow stream of red trickled down the wall. The blood draining from Sienna's face, she lifted her eyes to read the dark and angry letters.

'R. I. P.'

Shaking her head, Sienna backed away. "No, no, no, no...."

Hearing the start of a car, she turned towards the window. "John. John! JOHN!"

Everything seemed to be in slow motion as she ran to the small balcony. Shouting his name, begging him to stay, Sienna's torso cleared the balcony rail. Seconds later, the silence of the morning was invaded by a thunderous sound. Sienna's car, the car that John had just gotten into, exploded. As flames consumed the exploding car, tears streamed down Sienna's pale cheeks. Unable to manage the pain closing around her heart, Sienna's mouth opened, a choking scream escaping from ruby tiers.

"JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHN!!!!"

Sienna turned, running to get back inside so she could go down to the street. She needed to save John, to pull him out before it was too late. Her feet got jumpled beneath her and she fell to the floor with a thud. She got to her feet, scrambling towards the door, making it half way before she stopped in horror. The mocha fabric and the coffee colored walls had melted away leaving the hotel's out-dated bedspread and small nightstand in its place.

"No no no no no...." soft mutterings left Sienna's lips as she raced towards the bathroom, throwing open the curtain to peer inside the shower. A strangled cry slipped through as she turned back to the room, her mind flooding with the memories of the last few days; of why she was here and of who had come back to haunt her.

"Nooooooooooooooooo!" As the first sob wracked her body, Sienna's feet began to pace restlessly. Her head shook, her body trembled as it struggled to reign in some sort of control. As Rawlin's confession etched itself permanently into her brain, the hurt and sadness and longing she'd been feeling turned into anger. An anger that burned so deep within her, she felt she might burst at any moment. As the anger continued to mount, Sienna's hands knotted into fists at her side.

"You bastard." she whispered harshly. "You low down, good-for-nothing, stupid son of a bitch!"

Without warning, the vase on the table was lifted and thrown at the wall. The glass vase hit the wall and fell to the floor, flowers scattered around the shattered remains. The table was next, hurled to the side in a fit of rage, it barrelled through the sliding glass door and skidded to a halt on the balcony. As rage poured from her heart, destruction poured from her hands. It wasn't long before the entire room was in disarray. Drawers had been dragged from the dresser and snapped in half. Chairs had been pushed over, nightstands toppled and t.v.'s kicked in.

Sienna's fist lashed out, slamming into the mirror above the dresser. As it exploded, shards of glass sliced through the skin around her knuckles. Sienna didn't even notice the blood slowly caking her hand. Thundering cries vibrated deep within her chest as she collapsed to the floor in agony. Her cheek pressed against the plum colored carpet as her fingers dug into its softness. Time seemed lost as she stayed glued to the carpet surrounded by chaos. The emotions she'd kept bottled up for so long came forward in a rush, flooding her senses. Unable to fight any longer, Sienna finally gave in to the pain.