A/N: Another update! YAY! I know I know, it's short, but I promise its worth the lenght. Hopefully the reviews will come pouring in. :) Thanks to those who reviewed so far, xoxo, until next time.

Chapter 6

Heros and Knights

They were stuck, in the middle of an awkward pause.

The storm around them eased through but there they stood, in silences their eyes locked. In disillusion that someone may disappear in a blink of an eye. So they stood.

It started slowly, in all honesty, Miley couldn't even tell who took the first step. But before she knew it, they both stood before each other, the little distance that separated them was almost nonexistent. She could feel his heat radiating off his body, his breath hitting against her bare skin sending shivers through her body.

"Is it really you?" He asked so softly, his words in disbelief.

Nodding her head slowly, she stared back at the brown eyes locked with hers. Losing herself in the brown pools that watched before her. And she could feel her resolve crumbling, the walls she built up falling apart. He was here, standing before her. And yet, as she came back into focus, her eyes landed on the steady hand that was making its way to the side of her cheek. And in an instant, the callous fingertips grazed across her skin, she flinched and pulled away.

The wall that were disassembling, now stood tall. Protecting herself, protecting her heart.

Taking a step back, she shook her head. Fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall, it all came back at full force. The words, the pain she felt. The attacks by the vultures. She remembered the sadness she once felt. A single memory stood high above them all.

They were just a few feet ahead of her on the red carpet, in the middle of an interview. Flashes of camera's darted in front of them, before she heard it, "It's Miley Cyrus."

Before she could even blink, the swivel of attention spun to her, as the flashes of cameras, came at full force.

"What are you comments on the recent pictures?"

Slut.

"... Miss Teen Phoneme, is nothing more that a bad role model for girls?"

Whore.

The words hurt, as they etched deep within her, she could feel the tears pooling in her eyes, she cowered away from the watching eyes. And then she felt it, the pair of eyes watching her. She could always feel his gaze upon her, and find it in the middle of a crowded room. This was no different.

She saw him watching her in pity, the unreadable expression that washed across his face. Her heart was torn, as she watched him. She was broken. And in one last desperate attempt to reach out, her eyes locked with the warm brown eyes that stared back at her. Pleading to save her from it all. The words, the pain.

And through the blurred tears, all she could see, as the once warm comfort of brown eyes, was no longer her knight in shining armor. And just like everyone else in her life, she watched as he broke their locked eyes, and quickly in step with his brothers, he walked away.

That was the night she finally made her decision, that she would get out. Take herself away from the pain before they buried her under. Drowned her in the words that cut the deepest. She would leave the world she had traveled through hoops for, just to be forgotten.

And here she was, in the new world she created for herself, a new life.

And he was here.

The tears were coming faster, she could feel them welled between her eyelids, on the brink of falling down her face. Ready to run free like a never ending river. Biting them back in pain, as her teeth pierce through flesh, she could taste the metallic of her blood slipping through her ruby lips. She found her composure. She shook her head, slowly retreating away.

And in a swift movement, she spun on her heel, moving her feet beneath her as fast as she could, she ran.

But before she could reach the steps of her wooden deck, she heard his voice. So much different than before, and yet it was still familiar. She couldn't explain, why she stopped in her departure. But as soon as she heard the broken tone she had once used, she turned and met his gaze. Still standing in the exact place she left him, his hair rumpled, his clothes wrinkled. His hands were hidden in his pockets, as the tears ran down his face.

Three words.

Three words stopped her from leaving, because deep within those three words. She knew that if someone listened to her when she said those three words years ago, and they listened. This would have been a different story all together.

Because those three words, was a call for help.

A call for a lifeline.

And whether she wanted to or not, deep with in her heart, she always wanted to be Nick's hero.

Three words.

"Please don't go."

A/N: So... did it meet your expectation? How is that for a reunion. I know it isn't completely Nilerific, but come on, I gotta pace myself. It is my story after all, and I do have somewhat of a vision.