Hiya, I just wanted to say thanks to That nerd next Door for reviewing. Having said that, I hope you like the story. This is kind of a filler chapter, but I like it. =)

I don't own JAWS, or any of the characters you recognize.

I took him to where I parked my car earlier in the day and we drove out to my place, a secluded house on the beach. "Nice place." Matt said when we walked up to the house.

"Thanks," I said as I opened the door. We went inside and I ran my hand through my hair. "I bought it when my aunt died."

"Yeah, I heard about that. I'm really sorry."

"It's alright. I know you shouldn't speak ill of the dead, but, I think it improved our relationship." I nodded and he smiled lightly.

"She was a bitch." he said and I laughed. "But she did raise you... So, she did something right." I smiled and bit my lip lightly before I turned away from him, a light flutter making itself known in my chest. Being close to him, especially when he seemed to know the right things to say, always did that to me.

"Come on, I bet you're tired."

"Yeah, a bit." he said and I lead him upstairs.

"Gus!" I called out into the house. The cat was hiding somewhere. Probably in the shadows so he could bolt out at the last second. Every now and then he did that. It prompted me to keep doors shut.

"Gus?" he asked and I nodded.

"My cat. I know they're not your favorite, but I love my little fur ball." he chuckled lightly and I opened the door to a guest bedroom. "Here, this is the guest room, there's a bathroom just through there." I pointed to the door as I went and opened the window for him. "The sheets are clean, and I'll bring some fresh towels in." I said as I opened the door to the bathroom.

"Thanks for letting me stay for the night." he said and I nodded.

"What was I going to do, make you ride the water taxi back to the mainland with a shark out there?" I asked and he smiled.

"Well I took my boat from the university." he shrugged and I raised my eyebrow. "But I like this better." he admitted. I smiled, then remembered something he had said earlier.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked this had been bugging me.

"Anything." he said as he set down his bag. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him.

"Where did you get the idea that I had gotten married?" I asked.

"Well," he took his black beanie off and ran his fingers though his curly locks before he turned and looked at me. "To be honest, your aunt."

"My aunt?" I asked and he nodded.

"You moved out while I was at school, and when I came back I called you, tons of times, each time she kept saying you weren't home, and you weren't available, until one day she said you were on your honeymoon. And then she politely told me to take a hint, and stop harassing you." he nodded and I stared at him for a long time before I burst out laughing. "I'm glad the single most painful moment of my life is amusing to you." he said and I shook my head.

"No, no Matt, it's not that." I said finally. "I just can't believe her, that Bitch!" I gasped. "I wrote you- I wrote you and said I had moved because I couldn't handle living with her anymore and I had moved in with my father... But your parents sent the letter back, with a note asking me to stop leading you on. God, it makes sense now." I sighed and shook my head, before I looked at him curiously. "The... Single most painful moment in your life?" I asked as he sat down next to me. He paused, and looked at me as if I was crazy.

"Yes." he said and I smiled gently before I leaned over and lightly kissed his cheek.

"I've missed you Matt." I admitted and he smiled.

"If anything, I can say this shark is good for one thing." he said and I smiled. He chuckled and tilted his face towards me, catching my lips lightly. "God it couldn't have come at a worse time." he groaned as he lay down on the bed. I lay down as well, resting my head on his abdomen. He ran his fingers through my hair and sighed deeply.

"Why's that?"

"Because tomorrow I'm leaving."

"So you go back to the institute, what's so bad about-"

"I'm not going to the institute, I'm going on board the Aurora." he said. "It's an eighteen month excursion at sea for studying sharks." I looked up at him and he nodded. "I know, I've been planning it for months."

"Do you have a radio on board?" I asked and he smiled lightly.

"You'd wait for me?" he asked and I shrugged.

"Unless I see something more interesting." I joked and he sat up. "I'm kidding." I said as I sat up too.

"Do you know where Martin lives?" he asked and I nodded.

"Sure, I babysit for him sometimes." I said and he nodded.

"We need to go talk to him. There's still a man eater out there who won't give up."

"Okay, uh, let me go change." I said and sat up. I went to my room; I changed, and went downstairs where Matt was sitting at the kitchen counter, Gus sitting on the counter in front of him.

"Should we pick up some wine?" he asked and I looked at him curiously.

"To talk about a shark?" I asked with a small frown.

"Well, you know my parent always taught me never to show up empty handed." he reasoned and I shrugged and nodded.

"I guess it'll help soften the blow when you tell him there's still a shark. Sure, the wine cellar is through that door." I pointed to the wine cellar door. He disappeared through it, and I thought for a moment before I moved to the door. "Don't touch the vintages!" I called down the stairs. I could hear him laugh and he reappeared a moment later.

"These okay?" he brought them upstairs and I looked at them, before nodding.

"Fine." I said and he nodded before we went to my garage, I was getting into the car when Matt pointed to my motorcycle.

"You still have that thing?" he asked and I nodded. I could remember the summer I went back home on it, all tan and beat up, stitches still in my leg from getting clipped by a hook. My aunt instantly hated it, which made me love it even more. And of course Matt and I would drive around on it everywhere. My dad thought it was hilarious, doing things like buying me a motorcycle just to piss off my aunt.

"Of course."

"Does it still run?" he asked and I smiled.

"Wanna find out?" I asked. He stared at me for a moment before he smiled. I got onto the bike and kick started the motor, before he got on, he tucked one bottle of wine under his arm and used his free hand to hold onto my waist as I pulled out of the garage and drove to the Brody residence.