AN: Sorry this isn't very long, it's been difficult getting back into writing after the Christmas/assignment period. I aim to finish this story by the end of the week.

Once I'd sorted things out with Tibby once and for all I decided to give Jane a call. I knew it wouldn't be an easy conversation to have, but I had to try. I loved Jane and despite everything, I didn't want to lose her.

"Hi," I muttered when she answered. I heard Jane sigh, before greeting me cautiously.

"You were right," I informed her. "I should have trusted that my friends could handle the truth, I should have trusted you to be by my side when I told them. I shouldn't have treated you the way that I did when you have been going through something a lot bigger than the two of us."

Jane sighed again and quickly responded. "You're right, you shouldn't have treated me that way."

"I'm sorry," I told her with sorrow in my voice. "I told my friends and I'm ready to be with you fully, out in the open, unafraid of anything."

"You think it's that simple?" Jane asked, hesitantly. I shook my head.

"No. Of course it's not that simple, but I'm asking you for a second chance," I begged.

Jane paused, considering my plea. "There's still people who don't know, Bee."

"If you're talking about my family, they don't matter," I took a deep breath. "My father barely talks to me, my brother is a social recluse. If they ever caught me with you, it would be as insignificant as them catching me with a guy."

"I'm insignificant?" Jane asked, with slight humour in her voice.

"No, I love you Jane, you're anything but insignificant, I just meant that, I…you…" I stuttered, my voice fading away at the sound of Jane's laugh.

"I know what you meant," she giggled. "It wouldn't be a big deal because being with me isn't any different to being with Eric, or any other guy."

"Exactly," I grinned, sighing with relief.

Jane and I talked for a while longer, before we hung up and I went to bed. It was only ten pm, which was usually early for me. But Jane had promised to come back to the apartment the next day, so I was impatient as the clock ticked slowly through the hours and for Jane to arrive back in my arms.

I woke up early, around six, with feet itching to move. I climbed out of bed, pulled on my running shoes and jogged on the spot before racing off for the door. I placed my hand on the metal handle when a knocking sound came from the other side. I pulled the door open swiftly and was shocked to find Jane stood on the other side.

"I couldn't sleep, I was too excited. Hope you don't mind!" she smiled. I laughed and pulled her into an embrace, my itching feet settling instantly.