A/N: Thanks for the support guys it keeps me going. Let me know what I can do to make this story better I am always open to suggestions. This chapter is a bit longer that the first and is setting up the rest of the story which will probably wind up being rather long.

On a bonus note, the person who can give me the name of the song this story is modeled after will get a free one shot of whatever fandom the choose (preferably this one but I'm open.

Also, there has been a 10 year time skip fro the events in chapter one so every one is now 27 years old (they left TDI/TDWT in the past).

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~Tariel

"Alejandro it's been almost 10-

"Don't even think about finishing that sentence," Alejandro said calmly sipping coolly from a bottle of Corona. The club lights are flashing with obnoxious psychedelic colors that give him a headache but he keeps his eyes trained on the massive, gyrating crowd.

"The chances of you finding her are less than 10 percent, hey what do you know it's the same amount of time you've been pinning after that whore." Noah's sarcastic drawl bit into Alejandro but the expected punch didn't come. Noah alone had gone through at least 3 beers and more than a few jello shots, so Alejandro expected him to be drunk and bitter.

Only need you for your brains kid, anything else and you'd just be in my way.

"Damn it, Alejandro are you listening to me at all?" The other mans words were beginning to slur now, so Alejandro took no heed to the words of his friend and turned his face slightly. A flash of long azure hair whipped by and in a flash Alejandro entered the spiraling crowd.

In the midst of the throng there is only heat and sweat and bodies pressing against each other in the climax of the song. Women pull at him calling out drunken nothings but his eyes are only on one.

Just like Noah had promised (before he was inebriated), she was there. Her hair was long and supple now going down to her waist but not blue like Alejandro originally believed.

Now her hair was a starless black, onyx like night but shone blue when it hit the lights. Now, ten arduous years later, Gwen's body had filled out. She now had an hourglass shape; her breasts and ass grew out to fill up her still very tiny frame. Her hair swung back and forth as her body moved grinding against some punk rocker. Thee unknown mad held her by her hips pressing her against him and they moved together in a sensual dance.

Alejandro's eyes flashed, his brow furrowing. He felt his pulse quicken, felt the anger burning in his stomach but as he was leaving, Gwen caught his eyes.

Her storm grey eyes.

They hadn't changed in all of these years.

The chill started in the base of his spine and moved upwards through his body, her eyes alone froze him and he couldn't not look at her.

"She's beautiful," He murmured to himself. Against his will his body moved forward to meet her however the punk rocker she was dancing with tightened the grip on her hips and leaned forward to plant a possessive kiss on the bare of her shoulders.

His hands roamed her body (just as Alejandro had done on the day she left) and Gwen turned to him, her left hand reached up to stroke one stubble cheek. By the time she turned back Alejandro made sure that he made himself disappear.

All at once the brightness of the lights in the club feel cloying instead of comforting, instead of the crowd being comforting she feels claustrophobic.

The lights are flashing, flashing and the tightness in her chest restricts her breathing for a second. The arms around her tighten and Duncan feels the rigidity of her posture.

"Who's ass do I have to beat pretty girl?" The playful tone in his voice is a poor attempt to hide how worried he really is and they both know it.

"We have to go home Duncan. Now." Her voice makes it clear that there is no room for argument but Duncan will.

"This night was for us to get out and be a couple. This night was for us to be 27 seven year old adults. Hell Gwen, this was — "

He catches her eyes and sees how her pupils are dilated; he sees the fear.

And the tears.

He reaches up to brush away them away, expects the flinch from him and so instead he takes her by the hand and leads her out to where their car is waiting.

She doesn't cry, that's not who she is, all she does is retreat into herself.

She doesn't allow him to open the door; she doesn't allow him to see her eyes. She just sits down and curls her legs up against her chest and leans her head against the window.

"Gwen, talk to me." His tentatively breaks the silence of the car.

"I mean one minute we're at the club and you're dancing all up on me and then…"

"And then what Duncan." There is a coldness in her voice that he hasn't heard for years.

"You know what Gwen. I don't want to fight you pretty girl, so stop looking for one. All I'm trying to do is figure out what the hell messed up our good night."

"Don't you mean your good night." It's reached the point where both parties are aiming for the spots that wound the most.

"So it's like that now? I'm the one to blame-

"I thought I aw Alejandro at the club. I panicked."

"Seeing ghosts from the past?" He feigned checking her temperature and chuckled quietly under his breath.

"Silly girl…" Duncan should've eaten his words before they exited his mouth.

"Silly girl huh? Let me out of the car."

"Gwen don't the girls are expecting us"

"I'll be home. Just not with you. You laugh when I tell you what was wrong. I think his presence threatens you. Damn it I was just seeing things anyway but you know I really don't want to see your face right now."

"Gwen please"

"Let me out."

"Listen to me"

"No! Let me out of the fucking car!"

By now, her voice was cracking and she was playing with the only strand of blue hair she had. Her fingers nervously twirled the strand between her thumb and index fingers and she had her eyes screwed tight as if trying to ward of the bad memories of that Latin bastard.

"Duncan please." Her voice took on a tone of desperation, and dimly he realized she was pleaded with him.

"Fine. Whatever. What do you want me to tell the children." Duncan spat out the words, by now being fed up with the whole argument.

"You're only doing this to run away. This all circulates back to him Gwen when are you going to let go. You promised me." He pulled the Comet they drove in to an empty lot and leaned his head down against the steering wheel.

"How long are you going to let this ghost come between us Gwen? One day I won't wait for you anymore. I feel like I'm wasting my time"

He slammed his head against the steering wheel in frustration and cursed loudly, his voice harsh and grating. He turned to look at her, to apologize and saw it.

She was sobbing, silently into her hands and staring at him with mixture of hurt and pity and desperation.

He rubbed the back of his Mohawk and closed his eyes.

"Gwen, look I'm sorry."

All he got in return was the sound of the door slamming and her footsteps walking a thousand miles away from him.