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Nina's POV

"Oh, Gran, there's so much I have to tell you!"

"Nina, dear, I'd love to chat, but I have to go to my doctor's appointment."

"Sweet or sour apple?"

I could hear Gran chuckling through the phone. "Sour. Since it sounds like you have a lot to say, why don't you go ahead and email me your stories? You can fill me in on all the details later."

"All right. Love you, Gran."

"I love you, too, dear. Bye now."

Gently, I laid the phone back in its cradle. Then I rested my head in my hands. Talking with Gran always brought tears to my eyes.

"Fancy an apple, Nina?"

"Sure." I flashed Fabian a watery smile as he handed me a red one. I immediately took a bite out of it as we walked over to the couch and sat down.

"I take it you prefer sweet apples then?"

"Fabian!" I playfully shoved him. "How much did you hear?"

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself. That's the only part I heard though. Is your Gran making apple pie?"

"I wish." I could just taste the cinnamon in my mouth. "She's going to the doctor's." I watched as that cute little frown of confusion appeared on his face.

Finally he said,"Please elaborate."

I leaned my head on his shoulder. "It's just this little joke we have. You know the saying: 'An apple a day keeps the doctor away?'"

Fabian nodded.

"Well, Dr. Martinez- he's the sweet one-is always saying that to Gran and joking about how she must live by that phrase because she only has to visit for her yearly checkup. Dr. Smith is the sour apple. We call her Granny Smith. She's always harping at Gran and predicting the end of the world."

"Why does she still go there then?"

I closed my eyes. "Dr. Smith may need an attitude check, but she's great at her job. Gran trusts her with her life. She-"-I dropped my voice-"she's the one who tried the hardest to save my parents."

Fabian draped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer to him. I silently thanked him for his thoughtfulness. After a few moments of peaceful silence I sat back and asked,"What about you? Any fruit-like doctors here?"

"Sadly, no," he replied,"but my cousin's a bit of a Dr. Frankenstein. When she was younger, Terry would cut up her stuffed animals, mix'n'match all the pieces, and sew them together. She's studying to be a surgeon."

"Note to self: Don't injure self badly enough to require surgery."

"So are we on for bowling tonight?"

"Yep. Which alley are we going to?"

"Why don't you find the nearest one with the telescope?" Fabian teased.

"Oh, ha-ha. We all know my lying skills aren't the greatest," I replied.

"Dinner!" Trudy called. "Nina and Fabian, loves, would you go get the others?"

"On it." Fabian got the boys, and I went up to the girls. I'll make sure to start my email to Gran first thing after dinner.

A/N: Should this just be a one-, two- or three- shot? Should I turn it into a story? Leave your thoughts in a review!