Ah, finally updating. So sorry for making you guys wait. School, procrastinating...You know how it is. :)

"Don't tell me we aren't right for each other - the way I see it, we aren't right for anyone else." - The Cutting Edge.

What if our love never went away? What if it's lost behind, words we could never find? ...

She was sitting on her desk before the bell rang, aimlessly flipping through her notebook. Not like their were actually a lot of notes written in it. She sighed and looked up at the clock, squinting in vain to somehow speed up the time.

She would have very much appreciated for the day to be over right about now.

Shuffling her feet, she looked back down at her desk before catching a glimpse through her lashes of a familiar pair of shoes and an outstretched hand holding a cup of coffee.

"Here you go." He offered the cup to her, locking his eyes with her as if in some sort of staring contest that she hadn't even realized she'd accepted to play.

She exhaled, and there's a hint of a smile playing at lips – and she caved.

Taking the coffee, she nodded in thanks, without saying anything.

He joined her on top of the desk, and she took a sip before sighing and finally turning her head towards him. "Anyone ever tell you how stubborn you are, Benson?"

6 missed calls, and 13 texts later, and he still hadn't gotten it.

"It didn't work the first time you tried," he pointed out. "You really think it'd work now?"

She scoffed. "Yeah, well, last time was a little bit different."

"True." He stopped to nudge her shoulder, and she would have scooted away if it didn't mean falling off the desk. "What do you think ever happened to Caleb?" he teased.

She rolled her eyes, frustrated.

Though less at him and more at herself, because he's still able to drive her just as crazy as he did back then.

"Freddie, what do you want?"

"Well, for one," he twisted towards her slowly, moving her hair from her shoulders to look at her face, "my best friend back."

"I think Carls is on her way to bio right now, so..." Her voice tapered off and he blinked down at her with those stupid amazing brown eyes of his.

He sighed. "Can we just have a real conversation here, Sam?"

"I'd really rather we didn't."

"And now who's being stubborn?"

She dangled her feet, shooting him a glare. "Will you just leave?"

And suddenly it was last year all over again.

He smirked, unfazed. "Or you'll do a double fist face dance on my face?"

"You're not funny."

"Sam..." He ran hands over his face, looking about as frustrated as she felt. "I'm trying my best here."

She laughed, bitterly, shaking her head. "You didn't do anything wrong!" she shot out, before remembering where they were and lowering her voice. "I told you, I just -"

"I know what you said, Sam," he cut her off, softly. "I'm more interested in the why."

She exhaled slowly, looking him in the eyes. "I think you know that too."

He didn't blink. "Say it," he whispered.

"It doesn't matter anyway." She turned her head forwards, away from him and kept her gaze trained on the hands of the clock overhead.

"Amy and I aren't together anymore."

Her entire body froze, blood suddenly pounding in her ears.

"What?"

He took a breath, inching towards her with a slight smile. "I broke things off, Sam."

"I-I mean..." She stopped, not remembering the last time she ever had so much trouble formulating a coherent sentence before.

"Why?" was what she ultimately settled on, speaking so quietly it was hard to even hear herself.

He bit his lip in thought before gently taking a hand to turn her face to him. "Because it wasn't enough."

She swallowed loudly before shaking her head at him and scooting back.

"Doesn't change anything."

"Well, I was-"

She huffed, brushing her bangs out of her face. "So what, Benson? You dump your girlfriend and I'm supposed to just old school Hollywood it right into your arms? That how this is supposed to work?"

Dropping his hands to his knees he stared up at the ceiling with a sigh. "Wow."

"You know what, Sam?" He shrugged, hopelessly, facing her again. "I don't know how this is supposed to work. I don't. But I do know that at least I'm fighting for what I want."

She stared at him with a disbelieving nod."And I'm supposed to believe...that's suddenly me again?"

"You do remember that you broke up with me, right?" he asked, the sourness in his voice taking her aback.

Was he serious?

"Uh, excuse me, Freddie?" She shook her head, shoving his shoulder out of exasperation "What happened to,'but it was mutual, right?'"

"It..It was, I just-" He stopped short, and she narrowed her eyes at him, waiting for him to continue. "If you hadn't said anything in the elevator, I would have been perfectly happy to-"

"To go on like nothing was wrong? Like we actually had a clue what we were doing?-"

"To keep trying," he finished.

"We were a train wreck, Freddie," she mumbled. "Literally. I wrecked your train. We pissed off Carly - I nearly broke Gibby. Your mother almost went into cardiac arrest-"

He smiled. "True, true, true - and most definitely true. Though I'm sure you aren't all too torn up about that one."

She couldn't help it; she laughed. "Shut up."

"Ah," his smile broadened and he gave her a nudge. "There's my best friend."

When she just rolled her eyes lightly without a response he leaned his head towards her slowly, his hand just barely hovering over hers.

"I also remember us being pretty great," he whispered into her ear.

She cleared her throat, trying to focus on breathing. (Which was clearly a lost cause.)

Her face turned towards him and she closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his breath become closer and closer...

She was in way too deep here.

All at once the bell rang above them, causing her to spring her head back. She sighed softly as a few kids started to shuffle into the room.

"...You should go," she murmured.

"Sam-"

"Fitz will kill you if you're late."

He met her eyes for the longest time, before shaking his head and sliding off her desk and grabbing his textbook.

She nodded weakly and held up her coffee cup. "Thanks for the caffeine buzz," she uttered, her voice cracking way more than she was comfortable with.

"Later, Samantha."

Yeah, she definitely wanted today to be over.

...Baby, before it's too late. What about now?

You didn't think it would be that easy, did you? ;]

Honestly, my intent was not to draw this out, or to torture you guys, I swear. But I wanted to handle them/their coming to terms with everything in the most generic and plausible way possible given the context I've set up.

Hope you enjoyed. ❤