A/N: Hello there! Thank you all for the reviews (and to one reviewer, it was not offensive at all!) Let me explain myself, I do not feel they are rushing into a relationship, because well.. continue reading ;) Also, remember, this story has been over a span of weeks, not days, and when a girl feels vulnerable, well...

Enjoy this chapter, sorry it is shorter. The past two weeks I have been riddled with the stupid stomach flu :(

Jack awoke to find himself alone. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he blinked to find himself in someone else's room. A few moments, and he was able to piece together that he was in Elsa's room. A small smile flitted onto his face. He slowly pushed the blankets off of him and reached for the swimming trunks that lay on the floor. He looked at the clock; 2:00 am. With a yawn, and a stretch, he found himself grabbing his cane and pushing the door open. The home was quiet, or at least it was until he heard a soft whimpering. He limped slowly until he found the source: Elsa sitting on the floor in the bathroom crying.

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door frame. "Hey..." He said softly. Her head shot up and she immediately grabbed a piece of toilet paper, wiping her nose.

"Hi..." She said in return, staring at the wall opposite him.

He sat opposite her, grunting as his leg protested. "Why are you crying Elsa?"

She took a shaky breath and covered her face. "Because, I took a chance... tried to just... get him out of my head. It was easy at first, but then I just couldn't stop thinking about him. I feel so guilty. This is not me, i'm sorry Jack." She sniffled from behind her hands.

Jack stared at her, his gut sinking a little. After all, no man wanted to hear that a woman was thinking about another man when they were intimate. However, he did understand, and simply stood, his face blank. He lifted a hand, running it through his blonde locks and sighed, shaking his head slowly.

"Elsa," He began, "I'm going to go home. This is just unhealthy for you." He watched as she looked up at him, tears etched into her face. "I love being around you, I really like you, but I can't keep seeing you upset, especially because of me."

"Jack, no..." She whispered, more tears staining her pale cheeks. "Please don't go... please..."

"I think it's just best right now that we have some time apart, and when you think you're ready... you know where I live, and you have my number." He leaned down, pressing his lips against the top of her head, and then disappeared from her bathroom, and out the front door, leaving Elsa alone on the floor.

Three Weeks Later

"I don't understand why you don't just call him." Mumbled Anna from her mug of hot chocolate. The television was muted, a stream of shows playing on screen. Elsa and Anna sat on the couch, curled up in their pajamas.

Elsa shrugged, looking at her mug, her marshmallows floating in and out of the brown liquid. The previous three weeks had been rough on her, and it was hard to admit to herself that she missed Jack. However, she knew that she wasn't in the right state of mind to have whatever he wanted, if that was even what he wanted.

"Elsa, you're always going on and on and on about wanting me to be happy. Now I am. Why can't you do the same? I know you have feelings for him. I know that you probably enjoyed your time with it." She waggled her eyebrows, sticking her foot forward to nudge her sister with her toes.

"Anna, even if I called him right now... what am I going to say? Oh hey, sorry for telling you that I was thinking about another man while we were in bed together. OH, and for leading you on.. so sorry." Elsa said sarcastically, leaning back into the couch cushions.

"That's exactly how you can say it!"

"Anna..."

"Have you seen him at therapy?" Anna asked, her voice getting quieter.

"No. I even checked, he's not a patient..." The feeling of guilt that Elsa had knowing that he was no longer exercising or trying to get better was eating away at her. She knew that had he tried hard enough, and long enough, he could have been running. Now thanks to her, that wouldn't happen.

"Call him!" Anna pushed Elsa's cell phone towards her, her eye's narrowed.

Elsa raised a fine eyebrow at her sister. She snatched the cell phone from her sisters hand and stared at it, fingers sliding up the screen to find his name. She took a deep breath and pressed it, waiting to hear the ring on the other end.

Jack heard his mother from outside of his bedroom speaking with his father in hushed tones. It had been like this for weeks now. Each day, he awoke, ate, and disappeared into his room. After some hours, he'd come out, eat again, shower, then go back into his room.

"He's worse than he was before..." His mother said.

"Give him time dear. He's dealing with a breakup." His father tried to console her.

When he had returned that night, he had left a simple note sitting on the table to his parents: 'Didn't work out. Leave me alone.'

And like a sullen teenager, he had retreated into his bedroom to sleep off whatever this feeling was that he was having.

He groaned, turning over in his bed, his leg protesting. The springs sounded beneath him, and immediately his parents whispers ceased. He felt a buzzing beneath him and lifted his body to see his phone lighting up. The name Elsa shown across the screen, and quickly he slid his finger over to the green pick up button.

"Hello?" Jack said.

"Hi." He heard her say quietly on the other end. They both stayed silent for a moment.

"Why are you calling me...?"

"Um...I just wanted to apologize. For everything, leading you on... everything."

"Oh."

"Maybe we could meet for lunch soon?"

"Yeah, maybe." Jack sighed, staring at his ceiling.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow and take you to lunch, as my apology. Okay?"

"Sure."

"Okay Jack... bye."

Jack pressed end on his phone, and threw it to the floor. He continued to stare at the ceiling, thoughts raising through his mind. Each time he saw her, he felt better, lighter on his feet. Then each time he was away from her, it felt like he was glued to the ground, buried in his memories and pain. It seemed she was the same way, but all of the time.

He sat up on the edge of the bed, staring down at his legs that looked only slightly more muscular than they had over two months ago. He knew though that not attending the therapy sessions anymore would make them waste away again. He let a finger drag over the bullet wound on his leg. He sat for what seemed like hours like this on his bed before laying back down. Slowly, he fell asleep, ready to face this lunch with her tomorrow.