And, without further ado; I present the sequel to "A New Twist"! Enjoy!

"Abby! There's no more hot water!" Mike's familiar American accent called from the bathroom. He'd been staying here for a week now and Abby loved having him around, even if it did make some things a bit harder; he was a teenager and a bit rough around the edges, but he was a good kid despite the things he'd done. But, she didn't know what they were going to do when her and Connor's time off from work was over. Today was their last day of the little "vacation" Lester had given them; she supposed they would have to take Mike to the ARC with them… Lester is going to hate that.

Abby went into the living room and saw Mike coming out of the bathroom, frustrated and hair wet despite the fact he was fully clothed. "Well, Mike there should be hot water; I've not taken a shower yet this morning, I was leaving it for you." Her face got annoyed as she realised why there would be no more hot water. "Connor!" she yelled, half angry.

Connor ran up the steps from the basement, reaching the living room and seeing Mike and Abby standing there. He walked over to Abby, prepared for her to smack him or something with the way she was looking at him. "Yeah, Abs?" She didn't say anything; she just lunged at Connor's head, ruffling his hair unexpectedly. "Uh, Abby… whata ya doin'?" he asked, surprised.

His hair had grown a bit; it was very fluffy, soft, inviting… and exactly as she suspected; wet. She dropped her hands and gave him a disappointed look. "Connor, we agreed not to take showers this morning until Mike had, since the water heater is mucking up and he didn't get any hot water yesterday," she complained.

He looked guilty. "Yeah, I-I remember that. But, Sid knocked over his food bowl on me and Nick spit on me. Plus, I smelled horrible after cleaning up all their messes; I had to wash up." He smiled at her, hoping she wouldn't be upset with him.

"Con, I need to take a shower. I've got a job interview in 2 hours," Mike said. Abby had finally talked him into taking up some responsibility. Mike was a bit of a… punk, to put it nicely. But, to be fair, he's father was an evil bastard and his mom died when he was 6. He'd had a tough life. But, Abby knew it wasn't too late to straighten him out; she would make him a respectable person. And, having Connor around would help him too; he was a like a big brother to Mike, more than anything. Abby thought she noticed Mike trying on some of Connor's fingerless gloves the other day; Mike looked up to Connor and she knew it, even if he wouldn't admit it.

"Look, Mike, mate," Connor's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Just wait about half an hour and you should have enough hot water for a twenty minute shower…"

Mike sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine… but if I'm late I'm blaming you." He pointed a finger at Connor and he threw his hands up as if it was a gun.

Abby laughed and grabbed Mike walking him towards the kitchen saying, "Come on, Mike, I'll get you a cuppa in the mean time."

Connor smiled and hung his head, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck, his gloves scratching against the skin. He sat down on the couch and smoothed out his hair that was messy from Abby's attack.

Despite the fact that they had admitted they loved each other, Abby and Connor's relationship hadn't changed much. Perhaps they weren't as teasing with each other as before, but they still teased each other plenty. They were still best mates, and Connor was glad that showing their feeling hadn't made them awkward with each other… but he wanted to be more than just mates.

Abby loved him and he never thought that was even possible; how could someone so amazing, like Abby, love someone like Connor? He couldn't understand it, all he knew is that it was real, however impossible it seemed… it was real.

And however real her love was… the pain he felt when he thought about Dian was all too real as well. His stomach churned as the familiar pain came back to him. He'd tried so hard to forget… he really did. But, it seemed impossible to forget Dian… mind you; it's only been a week since she left. Still, the pain was unbearable. And yet… however unbearable that pain was; Abby seemed to make it better. Perhaps, with time, he could forget about Dian and move on… but he didn't want to. He really didn't want to. He didn't want to forget her… he should have never grown so close to her; he should have listened to her when she said they couldn't be together. But he didn't… and now he was paying for it.

But, he still had Abby to think about. Where was their relationship going? He loved Abby more than anything, but… was that enough?

Connor was broken from his thoughts when Abby walked back into the room. She came over and plopped down on the empty space next to Connor, sighing deeply. He smiled, staring at her beautiful face. After a minute of silence, he suddenly said, "We've been through a lot together… haven't we, Abs?"

She looked up at him, meeting his big brown eyes. "Yeah, I suppose we have." She laughed. "Where did that come from, Connor?"

He broke their gaze. "Oh… no, I was just thinking that's all." He leaned his elbows on his knees and fiddled with his fingerless gloves, biting his bottom lip.

Abby stared at him, wondering. She flicked his ear with her finger, playfully. "Thinking about what, Con?"

He looked at her in the corner of his eye. Then his eyes flicked back down to the floor, but he answered her question straight forward. "About… you... me… us." He took a deep breath; this was all so new to him; talking about his feelings like this with Abby. He didn't mean to, but he started talking rather quickly. "I mean, you said that you-and what I said… I-I just don't know exactly where we stand. And it's like nothing happened, but I know it did; and it did happen, and-"

Abby cut him off, pulling his face to look at her. "Connor… where do you want us to stand?" she asked, staring into his eyes softly. He didn't speak, he just stared at her. She knew where he wanted them to stand. She grabbed the back of his head and pressed her soft lips to his. He reacted much the same as he had the very first time she'd ever kissed him; that day so long ago.

When she pulled away, his face looked much the same as before, as well. She laughed. "I think that's where we stand…" He smiled and she kissed him again. Yes… it was defiantly enough.

Mike walked in the room, his eyebrows shooting up as he saw Abby and Connor kissing. He cleared his throat, making them pull apart quickly and look at him. He smiled and laughed a little. "Hey, Con… remind me to rag on you about how pathetic you look when you're kissing. I mean seriously, dude… you're just like," He made a mocking imitation and laughed.

Connor looked awkward. He cleared his throat. "Don't you have a thing a get to or something?"

Mike laughed harder. "Doesn't Abby?"

"Oh, for crying- SHUT UP!" Connor said in a high-pitched pleading kind of voice.

Abby got up off the couch and pushed Mike towards the bathroom. "Go take your shower, Mike."

"Alright, alright; I'm going, I'm going." He was still laughing when he shut the door behind him.

Abby turned back to Connor and gave him an awkward smile. Then she said, "I for one think you're a great kisser." She laughed at the look on his face when she said that. She went over and sat next to him again, resting her head on his shoulder. "I love you, Connor."

He suddenly thought of Dian… he froze, not able to speak. Abby had no idea what had happened between them; she didn't know that he had feelings for her or what had happened between them on this very couch… was he ever going to stop thinking about Dian? He tried to snap out of it and reply to Abby's affection. "I-I… love you, too," he managed to spurt out. Luckily Abby hadn't noticed the hesitation. He sighed inwardly. Dian… he thought. Closing his eyes, he tried not to show the pain he was feeling, to Abby.

The next Chapters should be longer, and more will happen in Chpt. 2.

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