It was almost 2am, because the closing credits for the Late Night with Conan O'Brien were running across the screen and Gabrielle and Jeff still sat. Of course she wasn’t mad at him for not believing her. She could never be mad at someone with such a gentle, loving soul. Christian, who had remained upstairs the whole time, stood in the doorway.

"You know, there are more important things to life than late night television." Gabrielle arose from the couch and moved to the doorway, teasingly close to Christian, hands on her hips, scowling.

"I’ll have you know that second only to Rik Mayall, there is no better comedic genius then Conan."

"What about me?" Jeff offered from the couch, now watching Later. Gabrielle stifled a giggle, then yawned. Christian turned his head and gazed at her.

"What?"

"You're tired?" He asked in mock surprise.

"Yea, I had a long night." Christian smirked playfully.

"So that’s what you and Jeff were up to - " Gabrielle sighed and pouted at him.

"No, I would never do that…not with Jeff - "

"Same here." Jeff echoed her thoughts, still firmly planted on the couch.

"I would…" Christian said, capturing her hands in his, and turning upstairs.

"What, with Jeff?" He shook his head, pulling her up each step.

"No, love." He turned to kiss her softly, just a brush of the lips. "With you. And its what I intend to do…" he opened the door to her room, pulling her in. As he led her towards the bed he kissed her, a deep passionate kiss, their tongues dancing as they tore at each others clothes, letting them fall to the floor as the pair carelessly fell on the bed, entrapped in an embrace. But every time Gabrielle closed her eyes, she saw his eyes. Edge's eyes staring at her. She must have stopped reacting at some point to Christian's roaming hands because he stopped letting them explore he body, opting to ask of she was alright.

"Yes - " she answered, somewhat breathlessly; "I'm fine…." He shrugged and continued his exploration; lingering over where she reacted most, watching her face and feeling muscles tighten beneath his hands. Christian decided to prolong it as much as possible, until he realised she didn't want it. She has ceased all reactions again. Her head was clouded with too many thoughts. Drawing back, he lay beside her, resting his head on his hand, pushing back her hair with the other. Gabrielle's eyes were fixed upward at the ceiling. Are we all that pale? He wondered looked at her face, riddled with thought. Do we all think that deeply? As his own brain stirred with the philosophical thoughts he thought he had forgotten, Gabrielle rose off of the bed and left. Her path was clear. Edge's room.