"Sn..Snow…Snowie." She heard her name in broken pieces. "Damn it open your eyes."

She came back in little phases; like her head was trying to piece what had happened together starting from making out with Jon to…Oh God! Her eye's popped open and bright light flooded them. She instantly snapped them closed again. When she groaned Jon was talking to her again.

"Turn off the light."

"Ok it's off, Baby. Oh damn Snow you scared the hell out of me."

"I'd say I'm sorry but I really don't know what happened after Matt showed…wait did you get in a fight with him?" Apparently her brain was still piecing things together.

"Yes. He knocked you back and you lost your balance and fell down the stairs." He filled in. "You need to go to the doctor. What do you remember?"

"Um…Us making out?" She raise her hand to her face only to feel pain. "Ouch! Fuck that hurt! I think my wrist is broken."

"Hello? I'm home!" Hoped called as she opened the door.

"Don't tell her, Jon please. Trust me it'll only get worse." Snowie whispered.

"Snow?" He questioned. She just nodded.

"Oh my God! Snowie!" Hope said coming into view. "What happened?"

"She fell." Jon offered.

"I was coming down stairs to get something and I lost my balance. I'm okay, I mean my wrist is really messed up but I'm okay."

"Jon?"

"I was in my room when I heard her scream. It just happened a few minutes ago so I didn't have time to call 911."

"Let me see your wrist." Snowie lifted her arm up. "Oh yea it's a trip to the ER for you. Can you walk?"

"I think so."

Jon helped her up but she was dizzy so he held her up. "You okay?"

He didn't wait for an answer when she wobbled he leaned down and picked her up. She yelp when she grabbed his shoulder with her broke arm. Jon walked to the door as if she weighed less than a sack of potatoes. Hope opened the door.

"Well okay then." She said locking the door behind them. "Jon ride in the back with her and keep her awake."

A few hours later her wrist was in a cast and she was being discharged. Jon hadn't left her side, she knew he felt guilty. She also knew she was going to have to explain why she didn't want Hope to know the truth. She didn't have a concussion or any brain damage so they were sending her home.

When they got there a cop car set in their driveway. "Okay, you two going to tell me what happened?"

"Mom. Nothing happened I don't know why the cops are here." Snowie said innocently.

"There is a cop in our driveway but nothing happened? Right." Hope said stomping her way to the front door.

Jon and Snowie looked at each other not saying a word. They followed behind Hope and the cop slowly. The neighbor had heard the fighting and called. Stupid nosy people, Snowie thought. Any time there is a need to call they don't, morons. The cop asked both of them over and over what had happened trying to catch their stories changing but they were calm and ice cold their stories didn't change. Even when the cop separated them they said the same thing. Jon didn't know why Snowie didn't want anything about what really happened but that was fine by him. He could get his hands on that asshole instead.

"What about the bruising on your face, kid?" The cop asked Jon.

"Got into a fight at school." Jon hadn't gotten into a fight at school since eighth grade surprisingly but if the cop called they would tell him he might have so it was covered.

The guy left with the most suspicious look on his face. Snowie and Jon sighed at the same time. Hope didn't miss a beat.

"Okay you two spill. Did you get into a fight? What?"

"Yes but that's not why I ended up with this..."Snow waved her arm. "…or him with those."

"Are you sure?" Jon asked her worry clear in his voice.

"She's not going to let up. Might as well tell her the truth." She turned back to Hope. "Matt showed up…" She told her mother the whole story beginning to end nonstop.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" Hope exclaimed.

"Because I remember when he went to jail that time he beat that guy up. He got out and was ten times worse." Jon looked at her. Worse than that? Was that possible?

"So you talked Jon into covering. And of course the guy is as loyal to you as a dog to a bone so he didn't question it. Did you?" Hope turned to Jon.

"She asked me not to say what really happened. I was fine with that." Jon stopped before he said what he was thinking.

Hope sighed. "Thank you." Jon and Snowie stared confused. "Not about lying but for protecting my girl. I don't think he would have hurt her intentionally but at least I know you would have defended her. Now go to bed the both of you."

An hour later Jon laid in his bed staring at the ceiling. He wouldn't have intentionally hurt her? Then why was he stalking around the house? Did Hope even know the man she was married to? Really? He tossed trying to get comfortable. There was no hope for that his back hurt, his hands hurt, and his face had taken a few good hits too. But what actually scared him was the fact that not only was he use to the pain but he was starting to like it.

"Fuck it." He mumble rolling out of bed.

Snowie heard Jon in the next room, he couldn't sleep either, she guessed. She had been lying there for two hours trying to fall asleep but not only did what happen with Matt keep popping into her head it was chased by thoughts of her and Jon. What would being a couple do to their friendship? Did they even want to be together that way? Why did his kiss make her lose her mind? She heard him cuss. What was he doing?

She got out of bed and walked to his door. "Jon?" She called quietly as she gently tapped on his door.

He opened the door to a sleepy bed head and smile. "Hey Snow."

"What are you doing?" She said going to set on his bed.

"Couldn't sleep. Decided to workout." How sad was it that is what he did almost every night?

"Oh. Mind if I hang? I can't sleep either."

"Nope."

He looked at her thirty minutes later. She was laying half on her stomach with an arm under his pillow the other lying beside her head on the pillow with one leg stretched out and the other at an angle. Her night shirt had ridden up showing him a perfect view of legs and her powder blue panties. Her butt at just the right angle begging him to run his hand over its perfect curve. But he didn't instead he forced himself to go take a shower. When he came back she had barely moved and he took his usual spot behind her wrapping an arm around her waist. He knew they'd have to talk about them but right now he'd let her sleep.