Disclaimer: I don't own Reboot

Megabyte didn't keep the Principal Office for more than a few weeks and hadn't managed to get out of the system. After the Super Computer tried to contact Bob and couldn't get through, the rest of the Guardians had stepped in, and the virals mysteriously vanished. Things had changed a lot since then, but even with Matrix, Enzo, and AndrAIa being certified cadets under Bob's training, Megabyte was still capable of causing trouble. This particular incident had consisted of a few buildings collapsing, but surprisingly no one was seriously injured. There were plenty of scratches and bruises and a few twisted ankles from panicking, but those would heal.

Dot sighed as she unlocked the door to her house, looking around to make sure no one was watching her punching in codes that Mouse had made for her. Ever since the wedding everyone had become much more protective of their CommandDotCom, and it was getting to her. But then again, everything did now. Dot was constantly on guard, and even a simple walk through the park was enough to make her nervous. She felt like a target, and she knew that Megabyte could use her if he managed to infect her.

But what she didn't understand was why he didn't infect her while he was pretending to be Bob. The virus had plenty of opportunities to infect her and her friends and family, but even while she was sleeping, he refrained.

She looked around her living room as she entered. Someone had decorated her home with exotic flowers. The vines draped over her furniture, flowing like waterfalls off the sides of her couch and wrapped around the legs of the chairs. The same vines were in the dining room. She found a note on the table.

Dear Dot,

You've been through so much lately. I thought you could use an affectionate gesture after the trouble those virals caused today. As pretty as they are, these flowers are also very useful. The petals can be boiled into a calming tea. If it can work on Hexidecimal, no doubt it can help you.

Your not-so secret admirer

Dot followed the advice on the paper and sat down to her couch. Bob was right- it was soothing. And after that long day, she definitely needed something to help her relax. She hadn't been sleeping well, and as she relaxed, she remembered that.

With a yawn she took the tea her room.

She grinned and shook her head at the floral vines draped across her headboard. Bob had really gone all out for her, even after what she had done to him after the fake copy arrived. He had even left a notebook on her bed. Dot put the cup of tea on her nightstand and sat down to read whatever Bob had written for her. Page after page, she found journal logs and poems about her, complete with dates of when they were written. Bob had secretly loved her from the moment he saw her- at first seeing her as nothing more than a pretty girl, then becoming more and more focused on her cleverness and spunk. He was amazed by her ability to come up with plans so quickly. He secretly loved watching her jog through the park, and thought highly of the relationship she had with her brother. It seemed he wanted desperately to be a part of it, and he promised her throughout the love journal that he would always watch over her, in awe of everything she did.

It was already dark when someone called to check on her.

"Oh, hey Bob." Dot drawled out, knowing the grin she was giving him must have looked silly. For once, she didn't mind being a goofball like him.

"Uh, hi Dot." Bob seemed nervous. How cute. "You seem happy. Am I interrupting something?"

"I'm just reading this notebook you left for me."

"What notebook?" Who knew Bob was so good at acting? It was he honestly had no idea what she was talking about.

"The one with all the love poems and little notes about how wonderful I am." she reminded him, showing him the book. "I'm almost at the part where..." She slowly got quiet. She started shaking.

"Dot?" Bob was concerned

"It's fine." She said, grabbing the cup of tea. It almost seemed like Bob had known that she would have a hard time with some of the memories the book had brought up. It wasn't very often that Bob planned something out, but he certainly was good at it. "I'm fine." She took a sip. "You were right- this is relaxing."

Bob just looked at her, still pretending to not know what she was talking about. It was getting annoying.

"Thanks for all those flowers. Even after my mistake, you're so good to me."

"Flowers?" At this point Bob looked almost scared "Dot, I haven't been to your house in days."

"But then who...?" Dot dropped the drink and flipped a few pages ahead. Now the book was bringing up things that had happened during Viral Wars. Bob hadn't been there for those, and she knew he wouldn't dare write a poem about chasing her through the principal Office. And if he did, he wouldn't be leading a group of virals while chasing her through those dark halls. And even if he did write such a thing, there was no way he would speak about Mouse that way.

"Dot?" Bob caught her attention.

She went back to sounding strict and formal. "Bob, forget everything I've just said. Megabyte was in my house. I think I've been poisoned."

Some of you are probably wondering if Megabyte really did poison Dot. I left the ending like this so that readers could make up their own minds, but personally, I'm going to say 'No'.