Notes:

This is the sequel to Track 1: How Could An Angel Break My Heart?

Lyrics and music by Diane Warren, vocals by Toni Braxton.

TRACK 2: UN-BREAK MY HEART

by

Dayspring



Don't leave me in all this pain,

Don't leave me out in the rain.

Come back and bring back my smile,

Come and take these tears away.

I need your arms to hold me now,

The nights are so unkind....

Bring back those nights when I held you beside me.

Jim Ellison stood on his balcony, surrounded by the chilly Cascade air and drenched in the rain that fell from the dark, grey sky. In one hand was the soaked remains of a letter, the ink now smeared, the paper softened and torn. But the words had already been burned into his heart.

Dear Jim...leaving you...better this way...hope you and Rose are happy...my feelings...my burden, not yours...try to forgive me...love, Blair.

Forgive him? Never.

Un-break my heart,

Say you'll love me again.

Undo this hurt you caused

When you walked out the door,

And walked out of my life.

Un-cry these tears.

I cried so many nights.

Un-break my heart.

It had been late when he got home from the stakeout. The sky was angry-looking, the air heavy. A storm was coming, he thought as he let himself into the loft. He listened for his roommate's heartbeat, but wasn't concerned when he didn't find it. Figured Blair had found some female companionship, and was going to ride out the storm at her place. If that was the case, there would be a note, or a message on the answering machine. He'd smiled. It had taken several years, but he'd finally turned Blair into a creature of habit, at least where safety was concerned. Lock all doors, make sure the cell phone's working, inform your partner of your whereabouts, let him know when you're working with another sentinel.... Why the hell was he thinking about Alex?

He scanned the loft for a note, spying the white envelope on the table without turning on the lights. No longer concerned about his partner, he shrugged out of his jacket, removed his holster, and headed for the kitchen. In the refrigerator was a plate, ready for the microwave. Guess feeding a hungry Sentinel was also a safety habit. He stuck it in the metal box, pressed a couple of numbers, then sauntered over to pick up the note.

He hadn't heard the microwave's annoying signal as he read the letter over and over again. What the hell? This was not happening. They had promised each other.... A trip to Blair's room revealed that it was indeed true. His clothes were gone, also the books he'd been using most recently. There had been a tag at the bottom of the letter. Something about coming around for the rest of his things later.

He'd wandered back into the other part of the loft, picking up a picture of the two of them someone had taken at the last Cascade Day celebration. It had been right after they had dealt with Alex, and the Major Crimes crowd had been keeping a close eye on them, so relieved that they were together again, alive and healthy. The photo, enlarged to 8x10, appeared on his desk the next day. No one had stepped forward, so he'd thrown out a general thank you, stopped by the store for a frame on the way home, and displayed it on the bookshelf in the living room, wanting everyone to know he was just as grateful to have Blair back too.

Of course, at that time he'd thought it was forever. Apparently, he'd been wrong.

Take back that sad word goodbye,

Bring back the joy to my life.

Don't leave me here with these tears,

Come and kiss this pain away.

I can't forget the day you left,

Time is so unkind,

And life is so cruel without you here beside me.

In a fit of anger, he'd thrown the picture across the room, listening with satisfaction as the glass frame shattered. Just like his heart. Of all the things he'd ever thought about Blair, his partner being a coward wasn't one of them. But he was. Where the hell did he get off telling him he loved him in a letter, that he had feelings for him...in a letter? Was he so terrifying in person that Blair couldn't just sit him down and explain? Was he such a bastard that his guide could no longer face him?

Maybe he'd never really forgiven him for Alex, kissing her, wanting her.... But that had been an aberration, some ancient sentinel siren call that neither of them had been able to ignore. It had drawn them together, bonded them, then left one insane and the other...the other armed with a glimpse of the future, and the knowledge of light and darkness. Light was Blair. And now, darkness reigned.

He had stumbled over to the broken picture, and cradled it to his chest. Because he was so agitated, he hadn't taken notice of the weather, and when the thunder crashed, he was unprepared. The sound sent him to his knees, but he refused to let go of the picture, squeezing it closer, despite the sharp shards cutting through his shirt and skin.

When the thunder left, he'd found it had taken his hearing with him. He'd had shrugged uncaringly, and walked out onto the balcony. He knew it still thundered because of the lightning streaking the sky, but it didn't matter. Nothing did. His guide was gone, darkness had fallen, and he was left with a heart he would have gladly given to his partner....

If only Blair had asked.

Un-break my heart

Say you'll love me again

Undo this hurt you caused

When you walked out the door

And walked out of my life.

Un-cry these tears

I cried so many nights.

Un-break my heart.

The End