Disclaimer: I do not own Skinwalkers nor its characters. They belong to LGF, After Dark, and whoever else screwed the movie up.

Note: Script canon, dialogue taken from the '05 drafts.

Broken Record

"I need you."

She keeps replaying those words. Over and over; like a broken record inside her head. She can't hear them enough; they don't even sink in fully. Every time her mind starts to comprehend them, they play again and she's back to awestruck.

It was her most vulnerable moment. She never imagined it would be his as well.

"I need you."

She replays those words again and again. Her comfort; she can't express how long she has wanted to hear those words - not yet, not until it's over. But nothing else has ever made her feel more complete.

"I need you. Now, more than ever."

The implications behind every single word is almost too much for her to take in alongside her fear. The fear behind his eyes is almost enough to make her set aside her own.

She could be his everything; if he asked her, told her, commanded her. She just has to hear him say it. She has to hear the words.

"How much do you love me?"

"I need you. Now, more than ever."

She's smiling to herself as they drive. It's a private smile; only the very corners of her lips are turned upwards, only slightly. She knows if he looks at her, he'll notice.

He notices everything. Every little thing.

"This is your wildest dream come true. And I found it."

"Everything else burns."

"I need you."

All those words keep replaying; over and over like a broken record. Echoing against her skull. The words she's always wanted to hear; words she still hasn't quite heard.

There's always so much more to Varek's words. She has to hear between his breaths; like reading between his lines.

"I need you. Now, more than ever."

"How much do you love me?"

"I need you."

It's not quite the three words she's always been listening for, looking for, working so hard for. But maybe they mean more than the ones she's always wanted to hear. Maybe they mean so much more.

"More than ever."

You can give up something you love. You can't give up something you need.

And she tells herself that. Over and over; like a broken record inside her head. Because they are her comfort as he closes down and shuts her out. She can't hear them enough in his newfound silence of guarded answers and secretive assurances.

"I need you…"

"How much do you love me?"

"…now, more than ever."

"How much do you love me?"