When I See You Again

Part 4

"You're very quiet." Mick glanced at Stevie, when he stopped at a red light. 

Much like Lindsey, Mick hadn't seen her in months. The second he entered her house, he knew that something wasn't right. Stevie didn't look too well nor did she say much. Mick just figured it was due to her leaving rehab recently, that she wasn't fully herself yet.

"I'm tired." Stevie sighed and leaned her head against the passenger's side window.

"Did you stay up late?" Mick asked, knowing it wasn't about that.

"No, Mick. I'm just tired of everything."

"Something happened?" 

Stevie shook her head, choosing to lie. "No. I just want to get this over with and go home."

"I'm glad you've decided to join us on this album." Mick gave her a small smile, but she didn't see it as she stared at the passing scenery. 

A couple more turns later, Mick pulled into the driveway of Lindsey's house. The whole recording of what was going to be the newest Fleetwood Mac album happened there. Stevie wasn't pleased, when she was told that. Not after that night.

"Behave." Mick gave Stevie a pointed look, before he rang the doorbell.

Stevie stood beside him as they waited to be let in. She wondered if Lindsey's girlfriend was home. The last thing she wanted was to plaster on a smile and be friendly with Cheri.

"Wow, you're on time." That was the first thing to come out of Lindsey's mouth, when he opened the door at last. "Come on in."

"I made sure of that." Mick laughed, shaking hands with Lindsey.

"Stevie?" 

She realized, she had zoned out for a moment, seeing Lindsey standing with his arms open for her. Was he serious? Was he going to just ignore their latest fight?

"Hi." Stevie said and gave him a quick, one arm hug. 

"Christine just called, she's not feeling well, so she won't be coming." Lindsey informed the other two. He wished Chris had come, she'd always been a great mediator. "Can I get you anything?" He looked from Mick to Stevie.

"A glass of brandy." Stevie replied.

"Didn't you just get out of rehab?" Mick frowned. 

"For coke, not because I'm an alcoholic." She said, giving Lindsey a look, he gritted his teeth.

"I guess, I'll have one, too." Mick answered Lindsey, already feeling the tension in the room.

Minutes later, with everyone having a drink in hand, Lindsey led the way to where they were going to be working. Since Mick had already been to the studio, he found it odd that they were heading upstairs.

"Um, so..." Lindsey faked a cough, opening the door to the master bedroom. "We'll be recording the vocals here."

Stevie stared at him, eyes wide, wondering if he'd gone insane. "In your bedroom?" Lindsey nodded. "You expect me to work with you in your bedroom, which you share with your girlfriend?"

"Is that a problem?" Lindsey asked. "Oops, I didn't see that there." He rushed to pick up Cheri's very short, very skimpy looking nightie off the floor.

Taking a deep breath, Stevie turned to look at Mick, who just looked back at her and shrugged his shoulders. He didn't exactly want to be there either. "While you two work your magic here, how about I go, take a look at that pool table of yours, Lindsey?"

"Sure." Lindsey nodded and Mick was out the door.

"You're mad." Stevie said, once they were left alone.

"I didn't bring you here on purpose."

"Right." She rolled her eyes, taking a big gulp of her drink. 

"Let's just get this done, okay?" Lindsey asked, moving to set everything up. "Neither of us is enjoying this."

"Yeah, but at least one of us is surely ignoring something." 

"Are you trying to pick up a fight?" Lindsey raised an eyebrow, hands on his hips.

"No, I just wish you'd talked to me." Stevie gave a shrug of her shoulders. "But honestly, I don't expect you to. You ran away from me after we slept together and you're running away now, too."

"That night was a mistake, Stevie. I wish you'd just forget about it." 

"Did you do it on purpose? Did you have sex with me, just to prove to yourself that I'd always be there if you wanted me?" She wasn't about to stop. She knew how to push his buttons.

"Well, you're the expert of that." Lindsey's reply angered her. 

"I didn't ask you to stay to prove something! I told you, I've missed you and I was genuinely enjoying spending time with you. I swore, I wouldn't try anything and I didn't, but you did! You kissed me!" Stevie jabbed a finger in his chest, Lindsey clenched his fists.

"And you were so eager to climb into my lap after I did!" He yelled back, but she didn't flinch. "I'm not talking about this. Clearly, we both regret what happened. I'm done!" He said, throwing his hands up in the air. "I'm done, Stevie. I want to move on with my life. I want to stop wondering, what if? I want to stop crawling back to you, when you decide that you need me again. I want to be with someone, who actually needs me all the time. That's not you. I don't want you."

Swallowing back tears, Stevie didn't say anything to that. Instead, slightly carefully, she brought her hand up to caress the side of his face. Lindsey didn't expect her to do so and he couldn't push her away. Standing on her tiptoes, Stevie captured his lips, her fingers, which were now tangled in his hair, made a fist, making him wince slightly, but instead of pulling away, his arm wrapped around her and he drew her closer, parting his lips to kiss her back.

Only that the moment didn't last very long. Stevie broke the kiss and looked at him, a sly smile on her face. "You do want me."