You and Frankie used to be super close. But then, you both went your separate ways.

Now he's back and decides to look you up. You're happy to see him again, but aren't sure that you want to get back together again.

Swearing and innuendo, although not much. And some angust.

....................

"Catfish?" You blink in surprise. You don't believe your eyes. Yet, here he is Francisco Frankie Morales, standing there, in front of you, a shy grin on his face.

"Hey, Y/N," Frankie says, looking somewhat shy. "I'm back in town. I thought I'd check up on you."

You shake yourself and immediately jump into his arms and Frankie laughs as he hugs you close. You give him a kiss on the cheek before he returns you to the floor.

"Come in. Oh my gosh! 'Fish, it's been too damn long. I don't even know how long."

"Years," Frankie says. He folds his arms around himself, as though he's almost trying...to protect himself from... what? You?

"Would you like a beer?" You ask, bustling into the kitchen and pulling open the fridge, to grab out two beers.

You turn, handing one to Frankie, who accepts it and twists the cap off and downing most of the bottle.

"Thanks. What've you been up to?" You head for the couch and plop down, Frankie following.

"Not a hell of a lot," you reply. "Work, work and more work. What about you? What brings you back?"

"I gotta new job, flying supplies to the island."

"I thought I heard you'd lost your pilot's license?" You raise your eyebrows at him. Frankie just shrugs.

"You.. seeing anyone?"

"What'd you care?"

"Just wondering."

"I'm not. Are you?" Frankie shakes his head and finished his beer. You pose to stand, asking if he'd like another one.

"Yeah. Thanks." You walk into the kitchen, your mind racing in circles. You think the real reason that Frankie's back here is because... he's not over you.

You want to think that you're over him. Except, that'd be a damn lie. You're not over Frankie Morales. Even though he totally destroyed your heart, shattering it into a million broken pieces and it took you months before you could actually go and entire day without breaking down.

You get the beer and head back out to Frankie. He smiles and takes the bottle from you, your fingers barely brushing against each other.

"Frankie?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you really back because of a job?" You ask softly. "Or because you wanna get back together with.. me?"

Frankie's entire body goes completely still. You know you've found him out and he's uncomfortable.

"The thought might have crossed my mind." He slowly untwists the beer bottle cap and takes a long sip.

"Frankie, I don't know if that's a good idea." You see his shoulders slump and you immediately feel guilty.

You set your own beer bottle down and slide closer, so that you're legs are touching.

"What we had, Catfish, was a long time ago. We've both changed. We're not this same person were all those years ago. You do understand, don't you?"

Frankie nods and finishes his beer, setting the bottle aside and getting to his feet. You stand up, too.

He shuffles to the front door and grabs the doorknob to turn it.

"Yeah, Y/N," Frankie says without turning around. "I understand. That doesn't mean I don't think it's total bullshit."

He walks out, slamming the door behind him and leaving you shaky and breathless.

.....................

You hardly sleep a wink that night. All you keep thinking about is: Frankie. You're torn between feeling pissed off at him and yourself.

You end up crying more than you would have wanted to. It's amazing how something that happened so long ago can still bring you to your knees when you least expect it to.

.................

You call in sick to work the next day. You hate lying, although it's not technically a lie, seeing how miserable you feel.

You hurry over to the carrier airport, hoping to catch Frankie before he leaves to deliver a shipment. You have to tell him how you really feel. And you have to apologize for hurting his feelings.

You spot him, loading up cartons of boxes into a chopper and scream out his name. Frankie pauses, his arms filled with two boxes.

He quickly sets the boxes down and rushes to you. You grab him by that butt ugly yellow jacket he's had for years and hold tightly, as though if you don't, he'll fly away from you forever.

"What are you doing here?" Frankie asks. You don't reply. Instead, you pull his head down, kissing him for all it's worth. Frankie cups the back of your head and kisses you back.

When you two pull apart, you realize that you're crying and so is Frankie. You cling to him. He's yours. At least, he was, a long time ago.

"I'm sorry, Frankie. I didn't mean what I said to you last night. I'm just... scared that if I say yes to you again, it'll get screwed up again."

Frankie tenderly holds your face in his callused yet gentle hands and you reach up, holding on to his wrists.

"There's always a chance things could get messy again, chica. But I need you. It is why I came back."

You laugh, although you're still crying. Frankie wipes your tears away with his thumb.

"I'm happy you came back, Catfish," you whisper. "Because I need you, too. So damn much."

Frankie kisses you passionately and you laugh again. Frankie laughs, too. He reluctantly releases you.

"As much as I want to stay her and keep kissing you, I really need to get to work. We'll talk later!"

You nod, wiping your nose in your coat sleeve.

"I'll be around. I'm not going anywhere, 'Fish." Frankie grins and blows you a kiss. You blow one back before turning and heading back home.

.....................

You and Frankie are cuddled up together on the couch, enjoying some pizza and beers.

He keeps kissing you and you just smile. You like Frankie kissing you. You really do.

"I almost can't believe we're back together again."

"Me neither. But I've never been happier." You slip your arm around Frankie's waist and just hold on to him.

"Yeah, Morales, me too."