Here's a little one shot that might be turned into a full blown story. Just one week after turning home, Simon wakes up one night having trouble sleeping. He's not the only one.

Chapter One: Midnight Snack

It had been less than a week since the Chipmunks and Chipettes returned home from their little island adventure. Almost immediately things had started to go back to normal. Alvin was up to his same old tricks, at least ten times a day Dave had to yell his name when one of his bright ideas got out of hand. Brittany could be found in front of the mirror most mornings doing things to her hair that nature never intended hair to do. Even Theodore and Eleanor reclaimed their role as the house cooks. Everything was pretty much back to normal, even for Simon, and that was the problem.

He was the same old Simon, but part of him didn't feel like it anymore. As the days went on he started to remember more and more about the things he did when he thought he was Simone. That was the exciting part of him, the dangerous part. He even overheard Jeanette talking to her sisters the night they had returned from the International Music Awards about the things she did with Simone. Simon was jealous over that, but how could he be. Simone was part of him, the part that Jeanette loved, and that was the problem.

He was back to being plain old Simon again and part of him wondered if Jeanette would ever get that sparkle in her eyes over him. He didn't have much hope of that happening.

He looked at the clock that lay on the dresser by his bed. It was past one o'clock in the morning, and he just couldn't sleep. He quietly rose from his bed and crept out of his room that he shared with his brothers. The girls' room was next door, and he stopped for a moment. Jeanette was just behind that door, and probably sound asleep and dreaming of Simone. He had to stop beating himself up over this. That was the logical thing to do, and he had always been logical. But where Jeanette was concerned he couldn't be. He was hopelessly in love with her, and she wanted his alter ego. If he could he would have brought Simone back for her, but there was no possibility of doing that.

He made his way to the kitchen and warmed up some hot water and reached into the cupboard to find the tea bags. He felt a faint breeze come from the back patio and wondered if Dave had left the door opened. It wasn't like him to do that, but Dave had been in such a frenzy that evening over one of Alvin's latest stunts. Whatever possessed Alvin to construct a zip line from the garage to the house, Simon would never know, but he stopped trying to figure out his brother's logic years ago.

He looked out at the back patio and saw Jeanette sitting there on the bench looking up at the stars. She looked so beautiful in the moonlight. He checked the stove and saw that his water was just hot enough. He took out two small teacups and put them on the saucers and filled them up just enough. He liked very little sugar in his tea, but he remembered Jeanette liked hers extra sweet. He also took out some leftover tea cakes from the refrigerator, knowing they were her favorite.

He carefully climbed down from the counter on the steps he constructed after the girls had moved in. He carried the saucer with the two cups of tea out to the patio and quietly approached Jeanette. She looked deep in thought looking up at those stars, and her violet eyes seemed to shine in the darkness.

"Jeanette," Simon softly called her name. She gasped softly looking over at him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"That's okay, Simon," she said in a soft voice. "I just couldn't sleep."

"I know what you mean," Simon said and put the saucer down on the little table next to the bench. "I couldn't sleep either." He sat down next to her and noticed her half smile. "I thought I'd make some tea. Would you like some?"

"That sounds nice," she said as he handed it to her. She took a sip. "Mmmmm… just the way I like it." She giggled a little. "Did you make this just for me? I know you hate so much sugar."

"Well, ah…. I saw you out here and thought you might be thirsty, so I…ah…"

"No need to explain," she said, casually looking over at him.

He smiled back at her and picked up a tea cake. "I thought you might be hungry too." He handed it to her, and as she reached for it their paws touched.

"Thank you, Simon," she said then took a bite.

"I know they're your favorite, so I…ah…"

"You don't have to explain," she said and took another bite. After she washed it down with her tea she spoke again. "I'm glad you came out here."

"Really… why…?"

"Simon, why have you been avoiding me?" Jeanette asked him. "Ever since we came home it's like… you don't want to be around me. Did I do something…?"

"No," he said, cutting her off. "I just thought you wouldn't…. ummm…"

"Wouldn't what?" she asked.

"I just thought you would want to be around someone more like Simone," he confessed. He could barely look at her as he continued. "I mean, I'm not suave, or brave, or even good with words. In fact, I…ah…"

"Simon, that's silly," Jeanette said and took his hand. "You are suave and handsome and brave." He looked confused by her words. "Don't you remember on the island when Zoe had that rope tied around me, and she was pulling me away? All I wanted was for you to come and rescue me, and you did. You came flying in like Tarzan to save me."

"Not like Tarzan, more like George of the Jungle," he said jokingly which made Jeanette smile. "If you remember I didn't exactly land on my feet."

"Maybe," she said inching closer to him. "But you did come, like I always knew you would. Don't you know you're my hero?"

"I didn't feel like much of hero, not like Simone," he said and turned away.

She reached her paw towards his face, guiding him to look into her eyes. "Simon, you are him, and he's you. It was always you, just… uninhibited."

"You believe that?" he asked her and she nodded.

At that moment he wanted desperately to kiss her, but he was afraid to. Then before he knew it she took the initiative and kissed him. As he felt her lips on his, suddenly it felt so right and he wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

As they broke apart, they both were breathing heavy. "Wow!" was all she could say. "I didn't know you were such a good kisser."

"I didn't know you were," he said as she giggled bashfully.

"You're good at a lot of things, like when we danced in the rain."

"We danced?" he asked.

"On the island," she said. "I remember you took me in your arms and we danced right in front of everyone, but all I could see was you." She looked away for a moment and slowly back at him. "Do you think maybe you could dance with me?"

"Right here?" Simon asked, questioningly. "But there's no music, and we wouldn't want to wake the others."

"I hear music, don't you?" she asked. "She got up off the bench and walked over to the thin grass and twirled herself around in her night dress of purple and blue satin. She stopped for a moment and held out her hand.

At that moment he couldn't refuse her. He jumped off the bench and joined her on the grass. He took her paw and stepped close to her and with the other placed it on the small of her back.

"I think I hear the music," he said softly.

They moved slowly at first, their bodies in sync and then he twirled her around which made her giggle. Her arms found their way around his neck and he picked her up off the ground and high into the air. She had nothing to fear while in his arms. She felt safe there. As her feet hit the ground, she twirled herself around in circles dancing around Simon who then held out his hand and she took it, and they swayed to the rhythm of the wind brushing through the trees, laughing and giggling the entire time.

They had been dancing quite a while before Jeanette became breathless. "Maybe we should stop now," he said, trying to catch his own breath. "I think I tired you out."

"Well, you do have a way of leaving me breathless," she said as he led her back to the bench.

Their tea was now lukewarm, but Jeanette finished hers off quickly. All that dancing had made her quite thirsty. They sat on the bench together, and Jeanette laid her head on Simon's shoulders as he stroked her hair softly.

"I love looking at the stars," she said.

"Me too, Orion is out tonight," Simon said as he sat back on the bench. "The stars are beautiful tonight, but not as beautiful as you."

She moaned softly and closed her eyes. He was falling asleep too. He didn't care that they were outside on the back porch, or that someone could come out and catch them. He didn't care if it was a bit cold out. If it was cold he didn't feel it, because he had the girl he loved in his arms, and something told him that she felt the same. She loved him, the real him, and that was enough.

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