"You okay?" He whispered gently into her ear. She nodded without thinking. Everything was always okay when she woke up to Edge's voice and his hands touching her where he knew she loved. It was just a little bit of perfection that no one could ever take away from her. Over the years, she'd learned to cherish these moments in case they became lost as they had too many times before.

"I'm fine, baby." She answered quietly, relaxing against him. He smiled down at her happily, almost oblivious to everything that had transpired the night before.

"Good, cause I was gonna go and get some breakfast. The sun just went down. Would you care to join me?" Gabrielle shook her head, moving out of his grasp and sitting up.

"Nah, I'm just gonna stay here for a while, listen to music, you know. I just don't feel up to seeing anyone right now." Edge nodded in understanding, sitting up and kissing her quickly before throwing boxers on and standing in front of the door, turning around to address her.

"If you need anything, I'll be downstairs. Don't stay up here all night. I'll take you out later if you want, okay?" Smiling, she closed her eyes and nodded as he left, her smile soon turning sour. She certainly had a lot to think about.

Edge walked downstairs to see Christian already sitting at the table, a tired look on his face.

"You sleep at all?" He asked his brother, pouring some cereal in a bowl. Christian shook his head.

"I couldn’t. I've just been kicking around the house all day.." Sitting down in front of him, Edge nodded absently.

"That’s odd. Wonder what it was…." They both shrugged in unison. "Where's, uh, Jeff?"

"Still upstairs. I gave him his old room. No ones touched it for years, so I figured he might as well have it back.." Again, Edge nodded, but kept silent for a long while before speaking again.

"I hate to ask this, but…is that really Jeff? I mean, I'm only asking because its upset Gabrielle…a lot." Christian sighed and thought deeply but quickly before answering.

"It seems like him, Edge. If that’s not Jeff…how can it not be? He looks like him, he talks like him, and everything is the same. I can't see how it would be someone else, and don't give me shit about how people can't come back from the dead, because we ARE vampires after all." Edge smiled slightly, scratching his chin.

"But how? You know? And why? After all these years. There had to be something that made this happen, because people don't just come back from the dead on their on. I just need something to tell Gabrielle…she doesn't want to come downstairs today."

"Want me to talk to her?" Christian asked softly, then looked down.

"No, I can take care of her just fine, don't worry about that. But if that’s not Jeff and anything happens, I'm holding you responsible. You brought him here."

"Edge, nothing's going to happen. And if that’s not Jeff, I owe you a drink."

A knock at Gabrielle's door interrupted the light, unrestful sleep she had drifted in to. She immediately knew it wasn't Edge, because he never knocked, and probably wasn't Christian. But still, she asked.

"Who's there?" Silence for a second before a soft voice drifted through the thick wood of the door.

"Jeff…"

"What do you want?" She demanded harshly, trying to make her voice seem strong.

"To talk…can I come in?" Desperately she wanted to say no, but something made her say yes before she even weighed the consequences, and he was sitting on her bed in a second. In that second, she knew she had made a mistake.