Lexi walked through the doors with a smile on her face. After kicking major butt at the vintage video games (Star Wars Battlefront II was her favorite), she was asked to dance by a whole bunch of really cute guys. However, there was only one guy she longed to dance with more than the rest… Her spirits dropped a bit as she walked on to the kitchen to grab some toast. Ace didn't seem to even want to be in the same room as her anymore.

"Didja have fun?"

She whirled around to face the voice, eyes glowing and prepared for an attack. The object of her thoughts held up his hands in front of him in a gesture that said he wasn't going to hurt her.

Good luck with that, she thought, still on alert for whatever harsh thing he was going to say next. She searched for a 'safe' answer.

"It was all right."

"What all did you do?"

"What's it matter to you?" It popped out of her mouth before she could stop it. He looked surprised and a little hurt. She would've felt bad, but how miserable had he made her? She sighed and threw the toast away, having lost her appetite. She turned to head for her room to change into something less extravagant, but she felt a hand on her arm. She glanced down at it with a disdainful eyebrow raised, and it slowly retracted back to an apologetic Ace.

"Lex, I'm sorry-"

"Oh, you're sorry?" she spun on her very high heel to face him. "And what might you be sorry for?"

"Calm down-"

"Don't you tell me to be calm! I've been calm, Ace! Even with all the pain you put me through, I've been calm." With that, she kicked off her heels and fled to her room, slamming the button to close her door with excessive force. She fought angry tears as she changed into her pajamas and took off all her accessories, including Tech's gun. She heard a knock on the door.

"What?" she spat.

"Lexi, I'm sorry I-"

"Sorry you're a selfish jerk? Pfft, suuuuuure. That'll be the day," she huffed, turning on her stereo to listen to some Josh Turner. His deep, wholesome voice always warmed her heart and soothed her mind. She flopped onto her bed as the beginning strains of Jacksonville came on. She closed her eyes, already beginning to get lost in his low timbre, when Ace started knocking again. She decided to ignore him and let the music carry her away.

That is, until the knocking turned to pounding. She stood up, infuriated, and opened the door.

"Why can't you leave me alone?" she ground out, hands placed firmly on her hips.

"Lexi, please just listen to me-"


"If you'd shut up for a minute, you'd find out," he said, quickly getting irritated that she wouldn't give him the time of day. She cocked a hip and folded her arms across her chest, waiting. "Yes, I'm sorry I've been a selfish jerk, as you so bluntly put it. I had no right, I know, and I hurt your feelings, which I never-well, yeah there were times that I wanted to lash out and did, but I didn't-I didn't think it would affect you that much. I was stupid, I didn't meditate over anything…I just did what I thought I should, and it didn't turn out to be the right thing. But I will never hurt you ever again, Lex. I swear I'll-"

She laughed derisively. "You make me want to believe you, Ace, but really? What happens when some other guy comes along and flirts? You're going to act like this again, I know it. History has a way of repeating itself.

"And as much as I love you, I'm not ignorant enough to think that you won't ever hurt me. For a while that's all you've been doing, and I'm done. I'm done, Ace. I don't want to be 'us' anymore, nor do I ever want to be again. We can still be friends and teammates, but that's it. Love dies down eventually; it's not like 'we' would've lasted anyway."

"You don't know that," he growled, livid. "Maybe if you wouldn't attract every guy you come across, we wouldn't be in this situation at all!"

"See what I mean about history repeating?"

"Yes-no-why can't you just let me apologize? You can't keep your mouth shut for five seconds-"

"Oh, so it's my fault now?"


"You know, I think I'm done here. Because apparently, it's all MY fault, because YOU can't be a man! So, Chief, I'm not asking. I'm not telling. I'm forcing you to drop this, and move on. Maybe on the mission tomorrow you'll find the right gal. It's just not me." And she closed the door in his face, not letting him see the tears that were ready to gush down her face.

Ace just stood there, fuming. How dare she close the door in his face when he was trying to apologize? He took a few deep breaths to try to put the situation into perspective. Yes, he had been wrong to yell at her. She too had been wrong to yell at him, although he knew he deserved it.

He also knew that he had just lost her forever.

Maybe not, a voice in his head peeped as he dejectedly trudged back to his room. Maybe something on the mission would ignite the spark again and they would be back together. He could only hope. In the meantime he would back off a bit, give her some space to settle down. He figured he could probably use the space too, to get his head back on straight.