A/N: My muse and I just got back together after a bad break up. Thus, this.

Ryan picked at the file folder in his hands, his mind nowhere near the lab. She was leaving tomorrow. She was leaving and he had weeks to try to say goodbye. Every time he dialed her number or drove past the bar he just couldn't bring himself to go any further. With a frustrated groan, Ryan slammed his head on the break room table.

"You mind stopping the masochism for a minute."

Ryan lifted his head to see Eric with a smug look on his face. "What?"

"There's a girl at the front desk, says she's looking for you."

"What'd she look like?"

"Oh man," Eric started with a huge smile, "she's hot. Brown hair, green eyes-"

Ryan leapt out of his seat and tried to remain calm as he briskly walked towards the receptionist's desk. He stopped short at the sight of her. His hands started sweating so he shoved them in his pockets. "Jenne?"

She gave him a small smile and a wave. "Hi."

"Hi."

They stood there staring at each other for a moment before Jenne launched into a ramble. "I know I shouldn't have showed up at your job, and I'm really sorry, but I needed to see you and I wanted to let you know that tonight is…um, well its my last night here and my last performance and I was wondering if you'd be there." She stopped to take a breath and continued in a quieter voice. "I really want you to be there. I need you to be there. So…will you be there?"

Ryan opened his mouth but, no knowing what to say, he closed it. He didn't want to say goodbye, he didn't want to have to say goodbye. "I…might have to work."

"Oh." She looked down, trying to hide her disappointment. "Okay."

"But if I can get away I will." He quickly added, not wanting to see her upset. "I'll try."

"Okay. Um, thanks. I'll just, ya know, go." She nodded towards the elevator. "Bye Ryan." She turned and left, leaving Ryan even more depressed than he originally was.

She had said goodbye to him. And, to follow that line of thinking, she wasn't expecting to see him at the bar. Quite frankly, Ryan wasn't expecting himself at the bar. But that's where he ended up after work.

Taking a deep breath, Ryan got out of his car and headed inside. He was surprised to see a full band behind Jenne on stage. The applause let him know they had just finished a song and they were waiting on her cue for the next song. But she was frozen, staring right at him. The applause died down and she suddenly turned to the band, whispering instructions. They began to play, clumsily at first, but eventually evened out and Jenne began to sing:

"I've made up my mind, don't need to think it over
If I'm wrong I am right, don't need to look no further
This ain't lust, I know this is love

But if I tell the world, I'll never say enough
'Cause it was not said to you
And that's exactly what I need to do if I'd end up with you

Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements
Even if it leads nowhere?
Or would it be a waste even if I knew my place
Should I leave it there?
Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements
Even if it leads nowhere?"

Ryan clung to every word, guilt washing over him He had been an ass when she needed him most and it took a song for him to realize that.

His personal degradation of himself lasted through the rest of the song and applause and only stopped when he felt arms around him. Jenne had jumped off stage and wrapped him in a tight hug.

"I didn't think you were gonna show and-"

"Jenne, I can't breathe."

"Sorry." She let him go. "I'm just really glad you're here, even though the show is kinda over."

"Jenne," he paused for a long time, "I'm sorry."

"Say what?"

"I'm sorry." Ryan repeated. "I was a selfish jackass and I should have been supportive and I wasn't and I'm so sorry."

Jenne framed his face in her hands and kissed him softly. "It's okay."

"No, it's n-"

"It's. Okay." She repeated. "I understand where you were coming from, I really do. But you're here now and that's all I care about."

He wrapped his arms around her waist and he kissed her like he would never see her again…which caused the entire bar to either clap or wolf whistle at them. Mick hollered them to get a room.

They pulled apart and Jenne whispered, "Long distance relationships usually don't work."

"We'll make it work." Ryan said firmly.

Jenne's eyes lit up and she stroked his cheek. "I love you, Ryan Wolfe."

"I love you too, Jenne Byrd."