This Fanfic is dedicated to DaisyDoodle, who gave me the idea :) Sorry about all the Spanish! Hope you enjoy it!

That was the last straw.

Up had finally had enough of not being able to understand Taz when she spoke in Spanish. He had guessed from the start that completely understanding the Hispanic girl would be difficult, but once she had warmed to him, Taz had been conversing mainly in English with only the occasional swear in Spanish. However, it had gotten worse lately, with Taz not saying much more than a "good morning" in English. It was getting to everyone, and no one could understand why Taz had suddenly started speaking more in her first language than everyone else's language.

"¿qué? si hablo español, puedo esconder mis sentimientos mejor, y nadie se dará cuenta de cómo me siento acerca de usted!" she had replied snappily after Up had asked her why she was speaking so much more Spanish these days.

And just now, when Up had told Taz that he would be in the gym as usual, she had responded in a quick burst of Spanish and walked away!

"Up, yo que te gusta, y cuanto más tiempo paso con usted, más me gustas! No puedo ir al gimnasio con usted, o voy a ser más débil de lo que debería ser!"

Up looked down the corridor that Taz, his Taz, had walked away down. He felt shattered, and alone. He had not felt this alone since before he had found her, and this was like a reminder of the time when he had lost his family. Taz was all that he had now, and she wasn't talking to him. At least, that's what it felt like to Up. He let his shoulders slump and sighed. Then he felt a claw on his shoulder and looked around into a pair of big, round, blue eyes.

"Hey Bug," Up rubbed his eyes and discovered that they were wet.

"Hey," Bug looked at Up with as much sympathy and understanding as those blue orbs could communicate. "It'll be ok Up, she'll come round."

Up sniffed a little, and looked at Bug. "How do you know that? What if It was something I said or did?" he sniffled again. "I'll have no way of knowing what I did, so no way of knowing how to apologise!" He looked so forlorn and helpless that Bug wanted to do everything he could to help his commander feel better.

"Well, give her time, and she'll snap out of it eventually," I hope, Bug added in his head. But Up looked like he knew exactly what Bug had refrained from saying, so Bug came up with an idea. "But in the meantime, why don't you learn Spanish so you can understand what she's saying?"

"But…" Up looked at Bug pleadingly. He had kind of liked being unable to understand Taz's random outbursts of speech. At least, he had until it had all become un-understandable. "I don't want to have to learn Spanish!" he searched for a suitable excuse, "I'm too good at English!"

Up knew it was a terrible excuse. Bug knew it was a terrible excuse. But Bug knew better than to try and press his commander; Up would decide in his own time that it was worth the effort. Bug knew that Up would realise that speaking Taz's language would help their relationship immensely. (even though they both protested against the rumours that February had been spreading.)

"You should get going sir," Bug patted Up on the shoulder. "A good workout should help, right?"

It was 7:00.

Up had just gotten back from the gym where he had spent three hours furiously punching bags. He had gotten in the shower, ignoring the niggling sense of loneliness he felt, and washed all the sweat off his body. He had then changed and went to sit at his desk. Up looked over at the clock, took note of the time, and felt sad. This time last month, Taz and him would be snuggled up on the couch watching "The Karate Kid" (the good one, with Jackie Chan). But not right now. The loneliness engulfed him, and he knew that there was only one way for him to fix this problem, this dilemma that was breaking his heart.

Up was going to learn Spanish.