A/N Ok, so in this story, there is no will reading, there is no angry Tish, and all of them are a few years older. Say around 15 or so. I just couldn't justify the emotions necessary for this story at the age of 12.

Disclaimer, I have no, do not, and will not ever own any part of the weekenders. I make no profit from this story. And I'm poor so suing me probably wouldn't get you far anyways.

"Lor really, your going to be absolutely fine." Tino's voice was gentle and even. In most cases it would have been enough to calm Lor, but today he wasn't having any luck.

"Tino! They're going to have a laser! Blindfolded!" Lor screeched at him in distress.

Lor and Tino were at Lor's house. They were reclining on her couch, but they were anything but comfortable. Tomorrow was the day for the sporty blonde to have surgery on her knee, and she wasn't taking it well. Earlier when she had come home from the hospital, Carver and Tish had been there as well. They had all tried to calm her, but no matter what they said, it only made things worse. Now she thought the doctor was performing the surgery blindfolded with a laser cannon while being attacked by aliens.

It hadn't taken long for Carver to get bored and tired of the whole thing, so he made an excuse and went home. Not long after that Tish had gotten a call from her mom telling her to come home for dinner, and she regretfully left as well. Then it was just Tino, who was trying, yet again, to unsuccessfully calm Lor. He was at least doing a better job than Tish and had managed to get Lor to stop wailing a pillow around and sit calmly.

"Please Lor? Really your being irrational. Just calm down." While his voice was still gentle and calm, there was a thinly veiled layer of his own distress underneath. This may have been a good thing however, because a simple rational thought made it's way to Lor's panic stricken brain.

"Would you like to stay for dinner?"

The comment was random, out of the blue. Tino was a bit stuck for words. "Um... yeah, sure."

"Great! You should call your mom and let her know. I bet you'll be missing some weird new dinner concoction." Lor seemed content to let the matter of her knee rest. Or she was experiencing some sort of panic caused amnesia.

Tino cringed at the thought of his mother's cooking. "Yeah I am definitely staying for dinner. I'll go give her a call."

Lor waited patiently, trying to ignore the dull throb of her knee and her absolute terror as Tino walked to the other side of the room and dialled his home number. His mom picked up quickly and encouraged him to stay and support Lor. As always, she knew why he was calling before he did. Tino put down the phone and walked back towards Lor.

Before he got back to the couch and sat down, Lor spoke, "Hey Tino? Can you do me a favour and go find my dad? Ask him what's for dinner and tell him your staying ok?"

"Yeah sure Lor, no problem. Where can I find him?" Tino asked as he headed towards the door walking behind the couch.

"Check the garage, I think he's working on the car... so we can drive to the hospital tomorrow." Her face fell, and she shuddered.

Tino paused when he stood behind her, leaning over the couch to squeeze her shoulder reassuringly. Lor looked up to see him smiling down at her, and her mind turned to goo. Suddenly a hospital didn't sound nearly as agonizing as never seeing that smile again.

"It'll be ok Lor." He whispered before removing his hand and disappearing through the doorway. Lor felt the loss of warmth in her shoulder and arm. She sighed to herself and leaned back into the couch forgetting what a hospital was let alone a knee.

Meanwhile Tino found Lor's dad underneath the car. "Excuse me? Mr. McQuarrie?"

A long lean body emerged from beneath the car on a roller and looked Tino over. "Could you pass me that wrench over there?" Lor's dad pointed at the toolbox on a table nearby.

"What size sir?" Tino enquired as he walked towards the toolbox.

"Three quarter inch." Tino grabbed the appropriate wrench and handed it to Mr. McQuarrie.

"Thanks." The friendly man disappeared beneath the car again, and there was a cranking noise. A moment or so later he slid out from under the vehicle again and sat up looking at Tino. "Now what was it you wanted son?"

"Well Lor said to come find you, and tell you she wants me to stay for dinner. Is that ok?"

"Yeah, of course, but I'm taking Lor's brothers to a a football game in the city tonight. I think she forgot... Well, I'll order you guy's a pizza, and maybe you can stick around till me and the boys are home? It will be late, you'll have to ask your mom, but it would be real nice of ya to take care of Lor." It was the longest Tino had ever heard Lor's dad speak. He must have been really worried about his daughter.

Tino thought about it staying quickly, realizing he could never leave Lor to be alone in such distress. "If I can, I definitely will sir." Truth was, he'd have done anything for Lor. At least more than he would for Carver or Tish. They just weren't as endearing. Tino shook his head quickly wondering where that thought had come from.

"Alrighty then, you go on back to Lor, I'll order your dinner." With that Mr. McQuarrie dove back under the car and began pulling tools out. Tino went back inside.

He found Lor lying down on the couch, her head crammed awkwardly into the corner of the L shape. All her pillow's were propping up her leg. She looked sound asleep except for the shallow uneven breathing. Tino smiled, hoping his friend would get some rest before dinner. She would need it. He carefully sat down next to her head, and lifted it in his hands, propped up her shoulders, then he scooted under and rested her head in his lap. Her eyes fluttered open lazily, and she smiled at him.

"Thanks Tino." She shifted until she was comfortable then fell asleep. She must have been exhausted by her earlier panic.

Tino smiled before reclining into a comfy position. He didn't know why the contact made him so happy. He just loved the feeling of being close to Lor. It was addictive, the butterflies in his stomach becoming a drug to him. Her smile made him happy, and her distress made him desperate to please her. They had been friends forever, but he had never felt like the way he did about Lor. His hand reached down to stroke the girls hair. He marvelled at the soft strands, wondered how somebody so tough and strong could be so soft and gentle.

Content and happy, Tino also drifted to sleep.

A/N Chapter 2 coming up soon. Not sure how far this will go. I could end it after two, or go on to about 4. We'll see. Chapter 2 is nearly done as of the moment of me posting this, so hopefully I finish before the sun explodes eh?