Disclaimer: Don't own LoSH

Author's Note: This is Brainiac 5's prize for winning my Winter Holiday Contest! Congrats. Sorry it's so short... I've been feeling a little under the weather lately. Hope you like it. :)

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"That's exactly the point. We need to restore our relations with the people we've sworn to protect. We have to re-connect with the civilians or-" Phantom Girl interrupted Cosmic Boy.

"You don't mean we have to get jobs again, do we?" Phantom Girl groaned.

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"Hello? Anyone there?" Phantom Girl walked into the building. She just came back from the motivational speaking she had to do in order to help the Legion regain the people's trust. It was alright, and despite having to do it with Cosmic Boy, she was in a surprisingly good mood.

"Timber Wolf?" Phantom Girl said, looking for the legionnaire. Timber Wolf got a 'good job', one he actually enjoyed that is. He was running cooking lessons downtown.

"So, I was hoping, maybe, if you wanna come over…" a soft, surly female voice said. Phantom Girl narrowed her eyes. She phased into the room and stayed intangible. A blonde beauty was twirling her hair and smiling at Timber Wolf. Which only meant one thing…

"To help you with the recipe, right?" Timber Wolf asked innocently.

"Among other things…" the blonde said suggestively. "Y'know, I was little scared of you before, but now… You're like a cuddly little puppy. My cuddly little puppy."

"Well…" Timber Wolf contemplated it. Phantom Girl turned green with envy as she burst into the room.

"Yeah, too bad he sleeps with a nightlight. And has rabies," Phantom Girl added, standing at Timber Wolf's side.

The blonde just made a disgusted face, grabbed her doggy bag and left.

"What was that for?" Timber Wolf exclaimed.

"She's not right for you," Phantom Girl shrugged as she munched on a leftover cookie.

"What if I liked her?" Timber Wolf asked Phantom Girl, his patience thinning. Phantom Girl just looked at him.

"Yeah, and pigs fly," Phantom Girl rolled her eyes.

"… They do," Timber Wolf replied, referring to the pigs that had adapted for aerial life centuries ago.

"Whatever," Phantom Girl shook her head.

"So why'd you scare her away?" Timber Wolf asked as he cleaned up the area,

"I told you," Phantom Girl replied nonchalantly.

"You sure it isn't because… You like me?" Timber Wolf posed.

"… Uh, no," Phantom Girl fought the blush crawling up her neck. "In your dreams."

"And you think I dream about you too," Timber Wolf rolled his eyes.

"Give it up for the comedian," Phantom Girl mocked applause.

"I know, I know," Timber Wolf smirked. Phantom Girl just leaned against the counter in response. "Hey, I'd be-" his attempt at warning her to be careful was cut short by Phantom Girl slipping and falling from the grease on the floor. Timber Wolf caught her in time.

"Uh," Phantom Girl gave a weak smile, trying not to blush. "Thanks…"

"You okay?" he asked.

"I've been better," Phantom Girl got up. Her eyes locked contact with his and they subconsciously moved closer to each other. In a heartbeat, they were entangled a full blown make-out session.

"W-What was that for?" Timber Wolf asked in between breaths.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Phantom Girl joked.

"I really would," Timber Wolf added.

"So I like you? What kind of girl doesn't?" Phantom Girl shrugged. "You cook and clean…"

"That all, huh?" Timber Wolf looked at her expectantly.

"You're fuzzy too," Phantom Girl grabbed the bowl of cookies he was holding and walked off, her mouth stuffed full of chocolatey goodness.

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