A/N: A lot of people who read my fic If It Wasn't For You were supportive of my plan to write and post 'deleted scenes', the scenes that I wanted to put in the main story but they just didn't quite fit at the time. I posted a poll and you voted for what you wanted me to write. All the options (plus some others) will be written and posted in order of popularity, so here we go! :)

Disclaimer: All recognisable characters belong to Rob Thomas and other folks that aren't me. All non-recognisable characters belong to me (Ultrawoman).

1. When Mac & Dick Got Serious
between Chapter 23 & Chapter 24

When Mac drove a semi-drunk Dick back to his mansion-like home, she had meant what she said about the two of them talking things through. Of course, it was kind of difficult not to let her mind wander to the last time she was in this house. They walked in with his arm around her shoulders and hers around his waist, leaning on each other. The feel of his body against hers was doing nothing for Mac's self-control, though the smell of scotch and coffee on his breath dampened her ardour considerably.

"Hey, honey. We're home!" Dick laughed as he turned them both in a circle around the entrance way.

It was a move he immediately regretted as he staggered some and took Mac with him. They landed in an ungraceful heap on the bottom step, and had soon righted themselves next to each other. Here was fine with Mac. Most of the staff had gone to bed, it was unlikely they'd be interrupted, and so long as they were a fair distance from the bedroom, she couldn't let Dick seduce her too easily. He had a way with her lately, and she couldn't give in until they figured out a proper way forward with this quasi-relationship of theirs.

"So," she said at length.

"So... you said we had to talk," replied Dick, looking sideways at her through his unruly blond bangs. "I have a question - why'd you avoid me all day?"

Mac opened her mouth to reply and closed it again fast. She ought to have known this was coming, after all, she was the one who said they should talk about their relationship. She was also the one who behaved like a child today, running away when in fact she should have faced up to her actions with Dick.

"I guess if I'm honest..." she said eventually. "I guess I was scared."

"Of me?" asked Dick immediately, getting her attention up from the floor in an instant.

"Why would I be scared of you?" she asked him, shaking her head to prove that was not the case at all. "You're one of the least scary guys I know, Dick," she promised him. "What scares me is... is what I could feel. What this thing between us could really mean."

Dick couldn't say he truly understood what she was getting at. The coffee she made him drink had only slightly lessened the effects of the alcohol, and the caffeine had his brain buzzing a little too much. All in all he wasn't thinking so very clearly, and in all honesty, he wasn't the smartest guy with relationships even when he was fully compus mentus.

"I don't know what we could be or whatever," he admitted. "All I do know for sure is that you're one of the coolest women I ever knew my whole life, and a part of me has been waiting, pretty much since college, for something to happen with us."

It was one of the most serious and sincere speeches she ever heard him give, and Mac was a little stunned. Her eyes were locked onto Dick's own and she genuinely didn't know what to say for a full minute.

Apparently, Dick had known since college they were destined somehow, whilst Mac had been sure he was still a jackass back then. Of course, they did have a connection ever since graduation. They both knew what it was to love and hate Cassidy in equal measure, and struggle with balancing out those emotions. The thought of sweet little Beaver who had turned out to be so evil on the inside caused a frown to settle on her face, a look that Dick read all wrong.

"You don't feel that way about me," he said sadly, moving to stand up.

Mac scrambled to catch him, grabbing at his arm as she got up too. Her grip on his sleeve made him turn, and then she was dragging his head down to meet hers and kissing him long and hard on the lips. She was such a fool, that was all Mac could think as she continued to kiss Dick and enjoyed the fact he was kissing back. They came here to talk and that mattered, she couldn't just let it become another night of physical attraction and empty passion, if that was truly what it had ever been with them.

"I don't wanna feel bad about this, Macky," said Dick when they parted from their kiss but not from each others arms. "It's been so long and we're both cool with what we're doing and everything, right?" he continued, his forehead resting against her own, his tone just begging her to agree.

"I know," she nodded awkwardly against him. "It's just so weird. I mean, we're not kids anymore, Dick."

"Well, we didn't get along so well when we were in school," he considered. "I was too stupid to realise how cool you were, until after... He did one thing right, Macky. He made me see you."

Mac wanted to cry. Partly it was because he brought up Cassidy, and partly because Dick was just being so sweet in his own unique way. She wanted to be with this man, more than she ever knew she could want to be with anyone. It wasn't just about the sex, although it had been fantastic. She loved him already, and being in love with him was just a tiny side step away.

"So," she forced out, swallowing down the lump in her throat. "You wanna do this? I mean, actually try being a couple, for real?"

"So. Totally. Do." he told her, punctuating each word with a kiss on her lips.

She giggled in a ridiculously girlish way, that Mac felt really wasn't like her at all, or maybe it was just like the her she wanted to be, the version of herself that Dick brought out. This time, she initiated the kiss, not caring anymore that he tasted like booze and coffee. They came back here to talk and that's what they had done. Nobody said that after the talk was done, they couldn't revisit the bedroom, right?

End of Scene