A/N: I was just rewatching my favorite romantic comedy ever in the history of romantic comedies, for the billionth time, and I decided, why not write a little fic about those moments when you can clearly see them falling for each other, basically just expanding upon those scenes. Comments are appreciated, I love hearing what people have to say (if you haven't seen this movie, i'm sad for you :P)

Lucy? Peter didn't date girls named Lucy. Peter didn't date girls who slept on his parents' living room couch. Peter wasn't interested in sweet brunettes with slightly cleft chins and kind eyes. Jack knew there was something off about the girl from the very moment he'd laid eyes on her sleeping back, delicate shoulders looking surprisingly vulnerable in the glow of the christmas lights.

So, he waited for her the next morning. Sitting on the stairs with his coffee and paper, thumbing through the obituaries as she slept quietly in the next room, occasionally a soft snore drifting up to his ears. There was something about the way his kid sister said the word fiance, a little bit of awe mixed with love, as if she'd already become attached to the woman. It fascinated Jack. The kind of women Peter dated had never inspired such instant adoration from his family.

So, it was with patient interest that he finished his coffee, and flipped over to the sports section, only glancing at his watch once or twice. He couldn't have told anyone why it was so important that he feel out this Lucy woman, couldn't have said why his heart picked up its beat when he heard the tell-tale sounds of her stirring.

She walked right through his line of vision, surreptitiously moving for the door, almost tiptoeing in her attempt to sneak away unnoticed. He took one last swallow of his now cold coffee. "Good morning."

His friendly greeting startled her, eking out a surprised yelp, quickly muffled by a hand flying to cover her mouth. Jack felt a smile tug at the corner of his own. There was something about her, an endearing quality that pulled at him when the brief fear on her face was replaced by a sweet smile. Her eyes lit up. "Oh, you scared me."

"Sorry." He felt bad? The sensation in his chest was undefinable for him, a breathlessness he hadn't felt since falling out of an elm tree as a child. The breath had been knocked out of him them, his diaphragm refusing to function. It was odd that it was happening now, and even though it had totally been his intention to catch her off guard, make some sort of snap decision about her, he still felt contrite, a little shame settling in his chest for his choice to ambush her.

"Good morning, Jack."

His name on her lips was the last thing he needed, driving home the last little bit of guilt over his seemingly misplaced doubt. "Um…" How was it possible that his brother had dated this woman? Had fallen in love with her? And still somehow not introduced her to him? He felt like he'd missed out on something . "I guess I don't remember meeting you."

"Well, that's probably because we've never met."

She tilted her head, and for the first time pointed her sweet smile directly at him. There it was again, the breathlessness. He swallowed to eradicate the feeling. "That might have something to do with it."

Jack was struck by the sudden need to prolong their conversation, an awkward little chuckle escaped his throat as he fumbled with the coffee mug. Nothing immediately came to mind, so he just stared at her, the smile on her face slowly falling as the silence stretched out.

Inspiration struck, and he opened his mouth to invite her out for coffee, a walk down to the nearest diner to have a quick breakfast. What? He needed to get to know his future sister-in-law, right? She was going to be family after all.

He was saved, or maybe thwarted (he'd have to decide later) by an impatient honking in the street. Relief washed over her face, glad to have an excuse to end the quietly awkward conversation. "Ooh… cab. I have to go, um. I'm really late...cause… I have to…go." She cleared her throat, edging to the door. "But, uh, it was nice to meet you. Jack." She nodded, continuing to mumble to herself as she escaped, hand on the doorknob.

He didn't understand it, but there was something about Lucy, some magnetic field pulling him to her, some invisible rope tied around his waist, the yanked at him when she was about to leave. Some insane voice in his head telling him over and over again not to let her go. He, quite irrationally he would freely admit, felt like he was losing her. He quietly wondered if he'd fallen and hit his head sometimes yesterday, as his legs propelled him off the stairs toward her. "Lucy."

Great. Conversational master, at it again. He groaned inwardly, ready to apologize, but she interrupted him, looking exceptionally disconcerted, a frown transforming her whole face. "Look. I know that I, um…"

Why had he been waiting for her? His mind was blank, or rather, filled completely with something he'd never expected, and whatever small suspicions he'd had about this woman were temporarily tossed out the window. All he needed right now was to know her. He wanted to know why she was so skittish around him, why she needed to leave his parents house so clandestinely. He needed to know more about her, everything about her. He suddenly felt desperate. "Hey…"

The single syllable word had something of a calming effect on her, her features smoothing temporarily as she looked up at him in inquiry. "Hmm?"

He liked her. How was that possible in such a short time? He'd never liked any of his brother's girlfriends. The reminder that Lucy was in fact his brother's fiance washed over him, disappointment settling in his stomach inexplicably. Yes, inexplicably, because it wasn't possible to fall for someone in two minutes. Love at first sight was… well it wasn't real, and you most certainly didn't fall in love with your brother's fiance at first sight. Nope. He released a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "Welcome to the family."

Little did he know, that was the one thing he needed to say, the one thing that Lucy so desperately longed to hear. She smiled at him, almost against her own will. "Oh, thank you." It was a short acknowledgement of his acceptance before she slipped out the front door, hiding the smile that had spread completely across her face, but she couldn't resist popping back in to look at him one last time. "Bye."

The door shut with a heavy thud. Jack felt a fluttering in his chest, a little grin once again forming on his face. Lucy? Yes, Lucy. His brother's fiance. The smile faded. She was a nice girl. Peter was a lucky guy, aside from the fact that he was currently in a coma, lucky still. Disappointment crept back into jack, seeping into his chest. Damn Peter.