Just My Luck }{ [Bjorn Crew]

[Jordan Maxwell]

"Trace.." She had refused to look into his eyes as he spoke. When he finished speaking she reached up and touched his face lightly. She wasn't sure how to take him. This turned from him being upset to him trying to help her. If she was on the outside looking in she would giggle about the change of events.

"I... I...." She thought for a moment, and then, almost like putting on a mask, the mask she had warn the entire time she was on the ship. She returned to normal. "I will be fine Trace, you worry about you. I'll be fine and I am always here to help you... Forgiveness just takes time."

She pulled her hand away and blink a long blink and finally looked up into his eyes.

[Trace Kennet]

Hope flared in Trace, when Jordan touched him, but vanished when she spoke. He felt the change as much as heard it, and he considered just giving it up then and there. But then she looked him in the eyes, and his resolve returned. "You don't understand do you?" He said, his voice coming out much more accusing then he wished. "Jordan, I don't want to worry about me," He let go of her arm, and turned away, frustrated with her, but more with himself. "My entire life, all i have thought about, and worried about was ME. But now something changed. I realized that even though I was hurting, someone else was more important. If I wanted to care about me, I would still be complaining about my own problems." He turned around, and he stared at her. "I want to worry about someone else for once, I want to care about something other than myself." He closed his hands in fists, frustrated with how he couldn't explain it satisfactorily. "Jordan, I don't know how to say this any other way. These past few days, all I could think about was that girl, and it was haunting me." He decided he couldn't hold back, it was time for the whole truth. "Just now, when you were talking about how you were blaming yourself, I couldn't think of anything except that I wanted to stop you from beating on yourself. That I wanted to do anything to make you happy." Trace paused, for just a moment then he went on. "Jordan, I want to worry about you, I don't know how to say what i am feeling, but I know it needs to be said. Does that make any sense?" he stood, looking at her, willing her to understand.

[Jordan Maxwell]

Her mask fell, "I don't think you understand me Trace. I... I... Listen I have to speak with the Cap'n..." She was trying to run away now, she wasn't sure what to say to him or what to do. Everything was getting so complicated now she didn't know how to handle it.

"I just need some time Trace, there is just so much right now. I can only keep..." 'myself together for so long. I have to keep my mask.' "Keep up with everything for so long Trace. I just need to think things through, I'll, I'll come find you after I make my rounds." She turned from him and took off, trying to get away from him, she needed time away.

[Trace Kennet]

"Jordan, just..." Trace stopped in mid sentence, torn between grabbing her again, or just giving up. He didn't know why he was so confused, nothing made sense. He looked at her, as she moved away, willing his mouth to move, to ask her to stop, but instead something snapped inside him, and he found himself shouting. "Fine then, run away." He was really angry now, not at Jordan, but at his own inability to express himself. "Nobody can make you see sense Jordan," He was holding back tears of his own now, tears of anger, "I don't know what else to say, I've tried everything I can to tell you how I feel, what I see, but you wont listen." Trace couldn't believe the things he was saying. "Go and see the captain then," He said storming past her, and heading for the cockpit, "He'll probably make more sense anyway." As he stormed out of the room, towards the cockpit, he turned and flung one last statement at her. "Forgiveness only takes time if you are unwilling to forgive." He turned and headed up the stairs, "Think about that."