I walked around my room for the millionth time tonight, unable to sit still let alone attempt to sleep. I was trying to do anything that would keep me distracted, so far I had cleaned out my favourite guns, re-arranged my CD collection alphabetically and even colour co-ordinated my underwear. The speed I was working meant all of that took me less than 2 hours and now I was back at square one.

Thinking way too much.

After the events of tonight at the club with meeting the drug lord and fighting Holly, we had hastily got out of there before the police showed up and started asking questions. That would have been a fun one to explain to a paramedic if they look through my files. When he asks me about the whole being dead thing, I would reply by waving my hand dismissively and saying ‘that was a complete mix-up, I was looking a little pale and people came to assumptions.’

Yeah, we had to get out of there and fast.

We got back to the house and Drake put a drooling Connor to bed, a bucket placed by his head when he woke up in the middle of the night to puke. Everyone went to bed shortly after getting home; wanting to get out of the bloody/ash covered/burnt clothes they were in. Me and Chris agreed we would run the picture of the drug dealer through the system tomorrow and find out who our man is.

I didn’t even look at Jace as I walked to my room for bed, getting showered and changing into my black and white checked pyjamas shorts and white tank top. After I dried my hair I slipped on the blue Hollister hoodie that I hadn’t been able to throw away after all these years, and that’s when my mind went into overdrive.

Jace and I had kissed again, and he had done it to show me he cared. I kissed back because I realised I did too. My best friend was a drug dealer who I had to kill, and could possibly kill me next time we come face to face. All of this kept replaying in my head, and I finally realised that if I was alone the thoughts would only get worse.

There was one person I wanted to talk to right now, and he was probably asleep across the hall from me this very minute. I debated for about 5 minutes, telling myself it was a bad idea. He would only hurt me again, like he did before. Every con of going to him right now was rushing through my head, but I honestly didn’t care. I needed him right now.

I stepped out into the dark hallways, crossing the short distance across the hall so I was stood in front of his door, the voice in my head screaming that this was a bad idea. I didn’t need to get more emotionally involved than I already was with Jace.

However, the other voice in my head telling me I wanted to see him was a lot louder and more convincing.

I didn’t even bother knocking and I twisted the door handle and walked into the dark room. I tried to be quiet, not wanting to make too much noise and startle him awake.

Mostly because if he did that to me, I’d shoot him.

As I slowly closed the door, I heard movement behind me and a dim light shine the room.

I jumped slightly and turned as I pressed my back against the door, calming myself down from the scare as I saw Jace take his hand away from the lamp on his nightstand after switching it on. He pushed himself up so he was sat up on the bed, his back against the headboard and the white sheet sliding lower down so it was now at his waist, exposing that body that still gets me hot to this day.

The boy really did work out...

“Got a habit of sneaking into people’s rooms while they sleep, pervert?” Jace questions, a small smile tugging at his lips. From the sound of his voice it was clear he was wide awake. Obviously he had not been able to sleep either.

“Yes. In my spare time I like to break into bedrooms and molest people while they are unconscious. It’s my dirty little secret.” I reply sarcastically, and a full grin is now on his face.

With a hopeful smile on his face he gestures to his crotch, which was being covered by that sheet that I suddenly wanted rip off of him. Oh dear god, help me. “Please, and I mean please, don’t stop just because I’m awake.”

I laugh slightly which causes a heart-warming smile to appear at his lips. He waves his hand telling me to go over to him. I push myself off the door and walk closer, sitting on the bed with my legs dangling off but still facing him, my hip touching the top of his thigh. Covered thigh.

Damn I hate this white sheet.

I mentally slapped myself. I was not here to have sex with him; I was here because I needed a friend. Someone who would understand.

Ignore the fact you would like to straddle him and ride him like a bucking bronco and just talk to the boy.

“Couldn’t sleep either then?” he asks.

I shake my head “Nope. I think we both know why sleep is lacking for me, but why for you?”

He shrugs “Just...everything that happened tonight. The fire, finding out about Holly.” He hesitated slightly, his eyes connected with mine “And worrying about how you must be feeling after fighting your best friend almost to the point of death.”

My stomach jolted. He couldn’t sleep because he was worrying about me?

“How do you feel about it?” he questions, cocking his head.

I shrug, not being able to find the right words without breaking down “It’s not exactly the best thing that’s ever happened to me, but I have to move on and just do my job. She made her choice.”

His expression was emotionless as he took in my words before a slight flash of...knowing crossed his face?

“That speech sounds a little robotic to be honest.” He finally spoke.

I sighed, not being able to argue with him. “It has to be. I’m an agent remember?”

“How could I forget.” He mumbles “But don’t feed me crap like that Faith, especially not to me. I know you too well and no matter how hard you try to keep up this ‘heart of stone’ act you got going right now, I know you actually care.”

My breath caught in my throat at his blunt words. He was right as always, the act I had perfected in the last few years was always up. It was a lot easier to be heartless because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to cope.

My heart died along with the first guy I killed 3 years ago. Once I became a murderer, the feelings were just easier and easier to hide. It was the best way. The only way.

“You’re so keen to think that little’ old Faith is still here Dixon, she died a long time ago.” I replied icily.

Heartless is the only way.

“Bull.” He retorted without a hesitation.

“Jace why are you so sure of yourself that the old me is still in here? All you’ve seen me do it take life after life without batting an eye lid. I decapitated someone in your living room and the only thought that flashed through my head was ‘how the fuck am I going to get the blood stains off my top?’.” I almost yell at him, getting increasingly frustrated that the boy in front of me was trying to dig up the past, trying to pull the old me back up when I was fighting so hard to keep her buried. “You have absolute no proof that the old Faith is anywhere in here!”

My stare bore into him intently as I waited for his reply, and to my surprise a smug smile appears on his face as his eyes scan me over. He pushes himself off the headboard, leaning the top half of his body closer to me so his face was inches from mine, his hand beginning to caress up my bare leg. My skin tingled as his hand ran over it, going further up until he was gripping a fistful of the fabric I was wearing.

His lip twitched “You’re wearing the proof sweetheart.”

My eyes fur in confusion, and the closeness of his face to mine was extremely distracting especially when I was trying to figure out his words. I felt him tug the handful of hoodie he was grip--

Oh fuck, I was still wearing the hoodie.

I closed my eyes and sighed at my mistake. I was so busy earlier convincing myself to not come to Jace’s room, I had completely forgotten about what I was wearing.

“That’s not proof.” I breathe my excuse as weak as my voice right now.

He took the zipper of the hoodie and began zipping it down slowly, the smug smile still at his lips.

“So the fact that you kept my hoodie for 3 years and that you clearly still wear it to this day is not proof that the old you is under that tough little exterior of yours?” he asks rhetorically, because let’s face it there was no way I could get out of this.

I swallowed hard as he unzipped the hoodie, sliding his hand under the material and around my lower back, pulling me forward so that our faces were even closer than before, his breath making mine pick up slightly.

“You act like you don’t give a shit, but I know you too well. I’ve always known you too well.” He breathed as he trailed his lips along my jaw, my head tilting back slightly as his lips begin to kiss my throat.

“How do you even know it’s yours? I could have just brought it?” Again, a weak excuse on my part and it came out hoarse anyway.

He laughed against my neck, the vibration of it causing me to close my eyes. He pulls away so his eyes are connected with mine “Because I remember the last day I saw you, you were wearing that hoodie.”

“You remember that?” I asked in disbelief.

His face turns hard suddenly, before guilt flashes through his eyes “I remember everything about that day.”

There is a silence around the room as the meaning of his words sinks in. He can remember everything, including the rejection at Dylan’s party. Was that why he felt guilty then?

The sudden memories snapped me back to reality, and I pulled back slightly from the arm he had wrapped around me. He looked disappointed, but I could see the understanding in his face. I couldn’t sleep with him, not tonight.

“Why did you keep it?” His voice breaks the silence.

It takes me a few seconds to realise he is talking about the hoodie. I pull the sleeve up so it covers most of my hands, something I did all the time while I wore this hoodie for some reason.

“When I was kidnapped, I was wearing this hoodie and they let me keep it. I wasn’t allowed to get any of my stuff and everything from my old life got left behind.” I explained “The hoodie was the only thing I had left, and it not only reminded me of my old life but it reminded me of you.”

His face softened and a small proud smile tugged at his lips. “After what happened the last time we seen each other, I'm surprised you didn’t burn it or do voodoo with it to be honest.”

I burst out laughing, the sound catching him off guard obviously by the surprised grin on his face at my reaction. “I did debate on getting a he-witch to work some spell with it in order for you to get the clap.”

His lip twitched “And you decided against it because you felt bad?”

“No, I figured you probably had it already.” I shrug jokingly, and a grin appears on his lips as he nudges me slightly with his leg at my comment. I smile at the teasing, before we get back to the serious subject. “The hoodie was the only way I felt like the old me. As stupid as it sounds”

"Its not stupid." He stares at me for a second, his curious expression boring into me like he was trying to look further, look at every emotion I could ever feel. “What happened in the club earlier Faith, I meant it.”

I didn’t reply, still not believing it fully. I may care for the boy, but I will never forget what he did to me or how he hurt me.

He continued after I didn’t reply. “I have always cared about you, and I always will. Even though you’re an OCD freak who likes to punch me in the face.”

A smile escaped my lips. Our eyes bore into each other for a while and without saying a word I push his body indicating for him to budge up. He quickly does as I wish and scoots over, allowing enough space on the bed for me to curl up next to him, my head on his shoulder and his arm around my shoulders holding me close to him.

“Is it okay if I just stay here a while?” I ask, my voice coming out so low and vulnerable it would make me cringe on another day. But right now, I didn’t care.

I needed to let this guard slip, even if it was for the briefest minute I had to feel something...any type of emotion. I had to somehow remind myself that I wasn’t dead.

I felt him kiss the top of my hair, before pulling me closer to his body. “You don’t even need to ask sweetheart.”

My eyes shut slowly as the comfort of my surrounding sinks in. I felt so safe in his arms and I didn’t need to feel safe in anyone’s arms. I was a freaking assassin; I didn’t need anyone else to make me feel safe. But I was so comfortable in his arms; I didn’t even care about my pride right now.

Sleep begins to take over when I heard Jace’s voice again.

“I know touching people up in their sleep is your hobby, but I can’t make any promises I won’t try it out while you nap.”

A smile appears on my face as my eyes begin to close.

I fall asleep easily for the first time in 3 years.

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A/N: I've noticed a few of you still want to beat Jace with a baseball bat, but dont worry more chapters will come out and hopefully you will start to like him. Everyone deserves a second chance! actually, im only saying that cos im picturing Channing Tatum, and lets face it who wouldnt give him a second chance? ;) haa

Anyway, next chapter is the one you have all been waiting for, the reveal of the mystery man ;)

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