This is a little ficlet I wrote quickly after watching "Bad Habits" and the Ned and Olive apology scene. I thought something was interesting about when Olive said "I do" to trusting Ned. I couldn't put my finger on why, was this wedding forshadowing/symbolism? Olive maybe having some wishful thinking in that moment? Me reading waaay too much into a simple scene? So I thought I would write a little ficcy.

Olive walked towards Ned, who was standing on the other side of the room, at the far end of the cross shaped table that had been separating them. She felt a nervous drop in her gut when he announced he was going to tell Chuck the secret she had been sworn to protect, but had let him in on—that Lily was Chuck's mother.

One look at the apprehension in her eyes, and Ned was quick to reassure her. "I know, but trust me"

"I do"

The words came easily from Olive Snook's mouth, just like the smile that followed. She felt a tingle shoot up her spine, something she attributed to the way he smiled back at her. And Olive knew that if he continued to smile at her in that way for much longer, she was in danger of having the tingles multiply until her legs turned to jello and she would be unable to stay upright. Suddenly it became obvious to Olive that she was in the closest thing to a church, standing next to the man that she still loved, and had unconsciously said the two words she dreamed she would say to him one day. So, for a moment, she couldn't help but fantasize that the nun's habit on her head was a veil, that Ned's priestly vestment was a tuxedo, the collar a bowtie, and that the smile on his face was only a predecessor to the words she longed to hear back from him—I do too.

In real time the moment passed quickly, but in Olive's fantasy time stood still. Ned was now kissing her on the lips as the priest pronounced them man and wife. Chuck cheered them on from Olive's side, as her Maid of Honor, while Emerson begrudgingly dabbed a tear from his eyes as he stood beside Ned, as his Best Man. Then they rushed down the isle to the whoops and hurrah's of their friends and family, rode off together on a horse named Pie, and finally danced all night at their reception at the Pie Hole where they dined on peach pie with cinnamon ice cream.

But before she could could toss the bouquet, she felt her fantasy slip away. Reality was calling her home. "Let me go hand in my habit, and we'll hit the bricks." She smiled, trying to conceal any embarassment she felt for daydreaming about the man she was supposed to be getting over.

"You gonna miss this place?" Ned asked, taking a last look around the room.

"Yeah." Olive smiled. "But they gave me a little souvineer." She giggled as Pigby followed her out the door, snorting and grunting all the way.

Olive turned in her habit, bid adieu to her nun friends, and the three of them, Pigby included, drove off towards home. Olive would never know that—if only for a second—the Pie Maker had also felt a tingle up his spine when she had said the words "I do". It was something he attributed to his collar cutting off his blood circulation—but he had felt it nontheless.