Wednesday 10th April

''Mornin'''

Alexa just groaned, burrowing her head deeper into her pillow.

She had arrived back in Tampa early that morning after successfully managing to change her flight at the airport, she really didn't want to have to wait around for the one she was supposed to be on; her seat was next to Jon and that would have just been unbearable.

Saraya had immediately greeted her with a hug, the small act of comfort finally pushing her over the edge into hysteria. The younger woman spent almost thirty minutes sitting on the floor in their small foyer, Alexa's face buried in the crook of her neck as she sobbed.

The younger woman found herself overwhelmed with the urge to cause Jon some serious bodily harm and after two hours and two bottles of wine, she finally managed to calm her friend down enough to get her into bed; the Brit climbing in behind her and comforting her while she slept.

When Alexa woke up, she was confused to find a pair of arms wrapped around her waist and someone pressed up against her back. Half-asleep, she almost believed it was Jon until she glanced down and found a pale arm, remembering the events of the past fourty-eight hours.

''How you feelin'?''

She just grunted, so many emotions were running through her that she didn't know how to respond. She was confused that Phil had done a complete one-eighty; completely ignoring her one minute and kissing her the next. The way Joe had treated her had really upset her; she knew he and Jon had developed a really close friendship, the same way she and Colby had, but she thought he was her friend too.

And Jon... well, she couldn't decide if she was hurt, or pissed off. She had spent a lot of the previous evening crying and now she was starting to lean more towards the latter.

''Lex?''

She snapped out of her thoughts, twisting her neck to look at the woman behind her. ''Hmm?''

''You alright?''

''Honestly? I don't know... I don't know what to do.''

''You're phone's been going off all morning, it's driving me barmy.''

''Jon?'' She whispered.

''No. Colby. Joe. Chris...''

''If Joe's calling me, Colby must have spoken to them... why isn't Jon calling?''

''Because he know's he fucked up.'' Saraya responded firmly. ''Next time I see the bastard, I'm going to break his bloody kneecaps.''

Alexa let out a small snort. ''I'd pay to see that.''

''You had a few calls from Phil, too.''

''Urgh... he's delusional if he thinks I'm talking to him right now, this is all his fault. If he'd just kept his grubby lips away from mine, none of this would be happening right now.''

Anything the Brit was going to say was interrupted by a loud banging coming from their front door, the two women shifting on the bed to face each other.

''You expecting anyone?''

Saraya shook her head. ''If it's Jon, do I let him in?''

''No.'' She replied quickly. ''I can't speak to him right now.''

''Okay.''

Jon had been standing outside for almost ten minutes, trying to figure out exactly what he was going to say to Alexa to make things right. He had originally been planning to talk to her after the taping, or at the airport while they waited for their flight, he hadn't expected her to just up and leave early.

So he got on his scheduled flight, suffering Chris' angry glares every time he looked around. Colby, who had been sitting beside the empty seat meant for Alexa, had steadily ignored him the entire time. The silence had given him plenty of time to dwell on the fact that he had probably just ruined the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Deep down, he knew there was no way she would ever think of cheating on him. She was one of the most loyal people he had ever met.

Colby was right, he should have waited to hear what she had to say before jumping to conclusions and letting his own insecurities get the better of him. Seeing the photo and all the words and theories the fans had come up with, he let that get in his head. He hadn't meant for all of those awful words to spill out of his mouth, but he just couldn't help himself.

Jon's head snapped up as the door swung open, Saraya's distinctive voice immediately following.

''What the fuck is wrong with you?''

''Look, I just... I need to talk to her.''

''How do you even know she's here?'' She arched an eyebrow. ''Maybe she's out screwing some random guys.''

''Okay.'' He heaved out a sigh. ''I deserved that... how is she?''

''How do you think she is?'' She said sarcastically. ''She was in such a state last night that it took a few bottles of wine to calm her down and then I had to stay with her while she cried herself to sleep.''

He hung his head, guilt washing over him. When they first got together he promised that he would always be there for her. He should be in there comforting her but instead he was the one causing her pain.

He looked back up at Saraya, a forlorn expression marring his face. ''You're not going to let me in, are you?''

''Nope.'' She confirmed, crossing her arms over her chest. ''She doesn't want to see you.''

''Fine.'' He mumbled, visibly deflating. ''Tell her... tell her that I'm sorry and that I love her, okay?''

''Sure.'' Saraya bit her lip; it was hard not to feel sorry for him when he looked so miserable. ''Jon... just give her a few days, yeah?''

A/N - First of all, massive thanks to asherandjeanclaude, Rossi's Lil Devil, xSamiliciousx, StephanieLockedInTheTARDIS, UntilNeverDawns, ThatGirl54, Sarcastic Nightmare and Teanni for your reviews. They mean a lot and really motivate me to keep this story going.

Sorry this chapters a short one, I'm still trying to figure out where I want this to go; I'm torn between having them make up quickly or dragging it out for a little while...

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