It was a gruesome day to say the least, and no, not just because of the clear tension between Grant and Reyna whenever they were lest alone, the constant amount of posing and forcing fake smiles was enough to drive the poor estranged couple insane.

Turns out however they were pretty convincing at their jobs, even with the lack of sleep both had been able to obtain the past few days there didn't even seem to be a problem as they had taken hours worth of pictures. However it was only a clear facade as those close enough to Reyna like her makeup stylist Rosa who had given the girl a warming smile as she had practically dragged herself into the makeup chair and worked to cover the dark circles underneath hey eyes.

It was only Rosa that knew what was really held behind both their faulty smiles and estranged giggles that fell from Reyna's lips when the camera man had remarked something to both her and Grant and the eyes of the many spectators expected them to act happy.

"Okay! How about one with you two?" Paul, the cameraman, asked once he had dropped the expensive Nikon camera from his in front of his face. His eyes flashed between Rey who had dropped her hands from the easy going pose she had been holding to Grant's eyes that had swiftly removed themselves from Rey when he realized the attention was now back on him.

The brunette female instantly felt tiny, anxiety building in her stomach and her mouth going dry when she processed the words. She had been inside her own head for the majority of the time, speaking only when spoken and every so often hiding away to try and keep the tears from overflowing as she realized that every time Grant looked her way an emotion so dark flashed before his eyes. Now, as she had taken her spot in front of the camera and for the first time she felt vulnerable as the center of attention she had chosen to solely focus on the music, singing her way through the endless amount of pictures as she imagined in her head everything was okay and Grant was hear, now clearly that was not an option.

Nothing had been said about them posing together, nothing, and it was truly terrifying to think he could possibly reject the pictures and everyone including the crew from E! would be left to wonder just why he had forcefully denied the offer. Rey felt her lips instinctively pull into a tight lipped smile, one of which had permanently been attached to her lips since arrival and waited for Grant to decide, it was him after all that wanted nothing to do with her in that moment.

Grant felt the whole room wait for his response, the plastic bottle in his hands slightly cracking under the tightening pressure of his palms as he contemplated the answer. He knew the last thing the network was going to want to hear was him being a difficult actor but being next to Rey was going to hurt because everything in his body would be telling him that it felt right, from the way her small body fit perfectly against his lanky from to the way he was so attuned to her even their breathing would match and he would physically relax, despite all of this though it would be his heart that would be predominant and jump at her physical touch. However he couldn't get her touching him, smiling at him, looking perfect with him out of his head.

"Grant?" Paul spoke up, one eyebrow lifted, once again trying to get an answer from the man who had seemed to have drifted off.

Green eyes quickly shifted from the petite female who had dropped her gaze and back towards the awaiting crowd as he swallowed thickly before answering, "sure."

Reyna shot her eyes up, widening them in his direction at the actual shock of hearing him agree to come near her, she completely composed herself before the attention shifted back to her, nodding softly as Grant walked near her.

She looked up at him, noticing the clear space between them, sucking in a deep breath she stepped closer to him so no one would notice the awkward behavior between them. Her fingers quickly fumbled to fix the grey cardigan over his superman graphic t-shirt. A smile gracing her lips as she softly spoke, barely moving her lips, "all they want is a good couple of shots. This doesn't have to end in a total disaster, they don't have to know anything. Just a couple of good shots, I think we can pretend to love one another for a few minutes and then I will make up my feet hurting or something."

And before Grant could stop himself the words left his lips, "that won't be something I have to pretend Reyna, pretending to be okay is a different story."

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Rey had practically given herself a panic attack the last few shots, what hell did he mean by not pretending? No, she knew just what he meant and by the clear gloss of pain and hate in Grants forest green eyes there was no denying he said the truth. Now she felt worse then before, if it were possible there was a worse place the rock bottom and she had hit it.

For the short break they both had received Reyna had been in her dressing room with Rosa who had served as both her touch up crew and the shoulder to cry on as she had vented and cried her way through most of the mascara on her lids. It had been silent sobs that had racked her body, the girl understanding this is what Grant must have felt like all those days ago.

Rosa didn't know what to do, knowing that her friend was having a full on breakdown and unless she wanted everyone else to find out she needed to act quick. So the makeup stylist had left her friends side for a few short seconds to lie and say Rey had gotten sick and wasn't feeling well. The leader of the interview had narrowed her dark eyes slightly, attempting to decode Rosa's stone face before sighing and saying she would give the girl an extra twenty minutes.

Thankfully Rosa had worked her magic and with a few more swipes of her makeup and a very heartwarming pep talk she had been able get Rey back on set without a trace of heartbreak on the girls face.

Reyna smoothed her hands down the side of her white laced dress, focusing her attention on the delicate patterns waved throughout the thin material, clever enough to conceal the necessary but also show off her olive skinned complexion. It was beautiful and she would have felt that way had it not been for all the heartache she was currently enduring. Her palms felt sweaty as she continued to wipe them down whilst paying attention to Catherine Burns, a women with a too wide smile and beaming eyes.

She could tell the professional part of the interview was nearing as Grant answered the question thrown at him while she attempted to catch up and get out of her own head.

Catherine nodded towards Grant, the small array of cards in her hands were then set aside as she seemed to get comfortable in the wooden chair they were placed in. Rey felt the air leave her lungs, Catherine's eyes flashing between them both before her cheeks turned a rosy color. "So you two, there's been rumors circulating all the major tabloids about how close you have gotten these last few months of filming. Want to share anything with the world today?"

Where Rey felt her face turn neutral as she plotted the swiftest way to end the torture Grant was out of his seat, a brief, "excuse me," leaving his lips before he was off the set.

Catherine and everyone else immediately turned to Rey for an explanation, the girl already feeling her feet ready to run after him. However she remembered that there was a camera trained on her face and awaiting eyes expecting an answer so she bit her bottom lip and smoothly said, "it must have been whatever we ate. I think he is feeling as sick as I felt earlier. I should probably go check on him."

With that she was out of her seat and getting off screen before Catherine shot her hand out to stop her with a forced smile, "and you will darling. We would just love it if you answered this one last question, its everything we all want to know."

Rey felt her heart pound inside her chest, the severity of the moment hitting her as once again they adjusted her back into the seat and secured the camera on her.

The entire room going silent, her heartbeat drumming into her ears, Catherine spoke but she barely heard it over the blood rushing in her ears. "So whats going on between you and Grant?"

Rey licked her lips to buy herself some time, keeping the smile in her face as she answered the best way she would. "You know, I think it's not fair to say that I've become close with just Grant. It's all the cast and crew, yes I have gone out with just Grant but I have also with the entire cast and even the arrow one as well. We are all a family and regardless if I stay for more seasons of the flash or leave I will love each and everyone of them."

Clearly that wasn't the answer any of them expected but it was one hell of a way to put it so Catherine had no choice but to laugh and nod her head, standing from the chair and helping Rey up as she brought the girl into a hug and said a few parting words. It was all a blur to the actress however, the girl's eyes trained on the exit where she needed to catch up with the boy who had abruptly escaped that way.

So with a small goodbye and wave of her hand she speed walked towards the exit, and then flat out running towards Grant's dressing room.

She rounded the corner, finding his name stamped on one of the wooden doors and all but breaking it down as her hands pushed the metal knob until she would see inside the room.

No Grant.

He wasn't in there, but there was an assistant in their checking off a few last minute things.

"Where is Grant?" The words were loud and demanding.

"Oh, he said he felt sick. Kind of looked that way by the way he barely looked me in the eyes and grabbed his keys. It's probably what you felt earlier. Maybe it was that soup..."

The assistant didn't understand the severity of the situation as he continued to ramble, however Rey was not at all embarrassed to show. She stepped near him, grabbing the color of his shirt, "Where. Is. Grant?"

The words were emphasized, eyes smoldering as the assistant realized that if he didn't give the best answer possible she was gonna to smash his face through every wall in the small room. The man was practically a foot taller then her yet he had no doubt she could destroy him without breaking a sweat so he quickly said, "went left. The studio exit is that way."

Rey dropped her hold, not bothering to apologize but instead dashing out of the room as fast as she could in her heeled shoes.

Within moments she was walking out into the parking lot and catching up to Grant who had yet to notice her catch up. By the way he was standing though, phone dropping from his ear and fists bunched together she could tell he departure was all her fault.

Rey felt like she couldn't breathe, worse es paying her as she realized this was the precise moment she could gain him back or lake him forever. There wasn't a second to waste, a minute to spare, it was no or never.

"So what? You're just gonna leave me again?" Her breathless words escaped, breaking at the end as she caught his attention.

Grant turned towards her, the sound of cars driving off the only other noise as he took her in. Even breathless and devastated she was gorgeous and even more an angel in white, except this angel seemed to torture his heart.

"What do you want me to say?"

"What do you want me to say?" She reiterated, lifting her arms in surrender. "Honestly Grant, I'll say anything. You just have to listen to me long enough. Did I go see Dax and not tell you? Yes, but I didn't tell anyone because I was stupid and I thought that people could change. I changed... I was a bitch before you and now look at me, I just thought Dax deserved to prove me different. I'm sorry, god I've said it a million times and it doesn't feel like enough okay. I know I hurt you and believe me when I say that I feel like hell since it Grant but you can't just leave... you can't just let this all go not after what you said. Because you love me don't you? You love me and that's what you were trying to say earlier? What you could say? I know it is, Grant. I know you love me because I love you. I love you Grant and I know you love me too because otherwise you wouldn't still be here listening to me."

Was she pleading and begging him? Yes probably but she didn't care, she didn't give a shit because she loved him so much and he was worth it all. She had hurt him, betrayed his trust and if the tables were turned she had no doubt he would try twice as hard to gain her back because that was love, it was stupid and embarrassing but you were so oblivious to the fall in its depths you couldn't have given a shit so long as the other person was there with you to experience it all.

And the moment of truth came.

Grant took a step forward, scratch that, he fucking removed the entirety of the space between them. His hands pulling back the small strands of hair that had covered one side of her face as Rey felt her bottom lip tremble with anticipation.

"I do love you, I love you Rey. It's just... what happened its not easy for me to forget."

Rey wanted to cry, in fact her breath hitched as she wrapped her hands at the nape of his neck and brought him down to her level so their lips brushed against one another. "I know baby... I know and I promise that from now on its just you and I."

And they kissed, a small piece of heaven once again reconnecting between them all.

"I love you Reyna Montenegro."

What would you guys say if I made a real fanfic about Rey's character Mars?"