A/N: Here we go again. Nope, the story wasn't dead, neither was I. My muses left me for a long time, but I just got them back, so I'm working my ass off to try and update all my favorite stories. Let's hope I still have some readers, and hopefully some of you will review, giving the courage to update more again, cause I'm already working on the next chapters...

He stood on the porch of her house, trying to get his spirit back to normal. His heart was beating fast. What if she wasn't there? There was no light inside, no sign of life. But something deep in his heart was telling him she was there. An invisible force made him unlock the door and step inside the house.

It was so peaceful, so quiet. Well, except for the sound of the rain on the roof and the windows. His heart was beating fast, like it wanted to jump out of his chest. His hands were wet, he was so nervous. He still had no idea what he would be telling her. But he had to be by her side. She had to understand that they all loved her and that they wanted to help her through all of this. He was in love with her, had always been, even though he only just admitted it. But she had to hear it from his voice, to understand that he would remain at her side, no matter what. He was ready to do anything and everything for her. He would help her deal with her pain. He had to be honest with her. He was not going to let her leave ever again. She belonged to him, always has.

He slowly climbed the stairs, not making a sound. He didn't want to scare her. He was sure now that she was in the house. Where else could she have gone to? He pushed her bedroom door open, holding his breath. His heart sank, she wasn't there. He sat on her bed, holding his head in his hands. Think John, think. Where was she?

A cold tongue licked his hand, making him jump up. WOLFIE!!! He had never been happier to see that dog. It was the sign he was waiting for. Alex was somewhere in the house, cause the dog couldn't have been here if she wasn't.

"Show me boy, where is she?" He whispered to the dog, feeling silly thinking the dog would actually understand and help him. But Wolfie actually stared at him and got out of the room, making John follow him. He sat down in front of Mr and Mrs Leary's bedroom door and let out a little whimper, like he didn't want to go in.

John took a deep breath, ready to go in. He had no idea why, but he was scared. He'd never been that scared in his entire life. But scared of what exactly? But before he had time to sort his feelings out, a big clash of thunder sent him back to earth. And it sent Wolfie running to hide back under Xandra's bed.

John followed him, just long enough to call his parents to reassure them. Yes, he found her and she was OK. He didn't say where they were, he needed to be alone with her, in case she wanted to escape again.

He felt a little guilty, because he didn't know if she was ok for real. But she would be, that was all his family needed to know.

He slowly opened the door to the bedroom and when a lightening struck, he could see a shivering form curled up on the bed. His heart stopped and he ran to the bed, kneeling down in front of it.

He wasn't sure what to do, how to comfort her. Her hair was soaked, she was shivering from the rain and she needed to get out of these clothes fast. He ran his hand across her cheek, not worrying about the tears forming in his own eyes at the sight of her pain.

She opened her eyes, feeling his presence, as always. She made a faint smile, and then tried to pull away from him, but he just couldn't let her do so.

John was here, he wasn't suppose to be here. I wanted my parents to be here, why weren't they? I started crying again, shivering. I tried pushing him away but he just wouldn't.

"You found me John, why do you always found me? I was supposed to run away for good, stop ruining everything for everyone. I was supposed to run away from you, like I did so many years ago, but you found me, again. Please go away, I can't love you, I'm coming between you and your family. I'm not worth it, go away..."

She kept mumbling like that, breaking his heart. But he wouldn't let go. She was so scared, thinking she did something wrong. He sat on the bed and tried to hold her tighter. But he remembered her clothes were completely soaked and so were his.

" Xandra, please, I'm not leaving, I'm not letting you out of my sight ever again. I love you, always have and always will. I've never been strong enough to admit it or to say it out loud, but now is the time. I let you escape me once before, I let you fly away and I almost lost you forever, but not this time, not when you need me the most. But you gotta let me help you, open yourself to me, just a little, let me help you feel better. You gotta get out of these clothes or you'll get sick."

" I don't care about getting sick. Actually, I do. I want to get sick. I want to get sick and die. I want to die so you will be all free of me and be a happy family again. I want to die and be with MY family. I want my dada and my mama. Out of the way, I want to die!"

I suddenly got up, not sure of where I gathered the strength to do so. But I wanted to go outside, get lost in the rain and find my parents back again. But I never made it to the door. John was too quick for me.

John was true to his words, he said she was not going to get out of his sight. So she wouldn't. He grabbed her before she could reach the door, not too strong but just enough so she would turn to him. He ran out of words to comfort her. He couldn't do anything but to stare at her green eyes. He was lost in them. But she tried to escape again.

He cooed and took her face in his large hands, calming her down.

I locked my gaze in his and whispered his name.

Neither of us would ever be able to say what took over us or who made the first move. We just found ourselves kissing passionately, unable to stop. I remember him carrying me to the bed, while the thunder was still making an incredible concert and the only light shining was the lightening startling us every few minutes.

The wet clothes soon found their way on the floor and we cuddled into my parent's bed. We were starving for each other's body, we wouldn't have been able to stop even if we wanted to. I wasn't crying anymore, he wasn't feeling guilty anymore, we weren't fighting our feelings anymore.

It was a perfectly magic moment, despite the circumstances. The lightening storm was covering every sound two lovers make when they discover each other for the first time. Even when these lovers have known each other for ever.

That's how we spent the night. That's how I let John Cena comfort me over and over again…………