Title: Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for, you can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for

Disclaimer: Yo no paseo. Translate THAT moderators!

Notes: Angsty much…so beware!

Slade paused outside her bedroom door, thinking over what he would have to say. There could be no way she could stay now...everything was getting to risky. It wasn't that he wanted her to leave, he had to make sure Terra understood that; this was for her on well-being.

He took a deep breath, and knocked twice on her bedroom door. There was no answer. He knocked again, then said, 'Terra?"

After a pause, he heard her reply quietly "Come in."

He opened the door slowly, and saw her staring at the suitcase she'd dragged out earlier. It was still as full as it was when she'd pulled it out earlier, and she was holding a grey t-shirt above the rest of the clothes. "Are you unpacking, or re-packing?" he asked.

"Re-packing," she said quietly. She placed the shirt in the suitcase, and turned smoothly to her dresser, so that her back was to Slade. "I think I'll just head out on my own," she added, as she pulled a few pairs of jean out of one of the dresser drawers.

"Are you sure?" he asked, taking a few steps towards her, trying to make eye contact. She seemed to be intent on avoiding his gaze.

Terra moved away from him before she answered. "I know what I want to do." she closed her eyes and willed herself to continue. "I'm going to leave. I can do it alone...I've done it before." She zipped the suitcase shut slowly, and added "Can I just ask for enough money for a train ticket?"


"I'll be fine," her voice dropped to a whisper, "We just have to forget this had happened."


"I don't care anymore." she said, without even trying to stop herself. She squeezed her eyes shut, and said in reply to his stunned silence, "I'll be ready to go soon." then, "Please leave."

"Terra, were you listening to my conversation-"

"I heard enough. Please leave."

He backed out of the room slowly, realization dawning on his face, but keeping quiet anyway.


She sat on the stairs in front of the doorway, lacing up her boots slowly. She didn't say a word when Slade sat next to her, and only acknoledged him when he held out a money clip. She counted the bills quickly, then looked up at him. "I only need enough for a ticket, though."

"I know. The rest is for food, and whatever else you might need."

"It's too much," she protested.

"Take it. I want to make sure you'll be alright." When she didn't say anything, he added "You don't have to go."

She swallowed, and lifted her head high enough so that she could see the front door. She couldn't imagine leaving this building now, even after only a month living with him. She stared at her suitcase by the door, and said to herself 'You dont have to leave...'

She walked away from the bottom stair and stood next to the door. Terra took a deep breath, and reached for the handle of her suitcase. Instead of picking it up straight away, she ran back over to the stairs, hugged him briefly, and whispered "I'm sorry," in his ear.

Slade simply sat there, stunned, as she ran out the door.

More Notes: ...yeah, I am in some kinda funk...Review and such.

Song of the night is Bryan Adams-(Everything I Do) I Do It For You