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So, this is my idea of how I believe Pushing Daisies should end. Should end, but it probably won't end like this, in fact, if it did end like this I would fall over in shock. This is a Nolive fic, because I love the idea of Ned and Olive together!

This is set right after The Norwegians, so if you haven't watched up until then, you probably won't be too lost, but it might spoil some things for you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pushing Daisies, shocking I know.

I wouldn't say never…

Those four words had been playing on repeat in Olive's brain for the past week, which she would have found extremely annoying had it not made her heart leap every time she thought about the gravity of his words. Even as she sat on her couch in her apartment watching Moulin Rouge, with Digby lying next to her, she could still hear his words swimming around in her head.

Olive knew that Ned had some sort of physical attraction towards her, since she and Ned had kissed before, and not just after he had saved her on that Halloween night. So had he meant that he had looked at her the way he looked at Chuck… in an "in love" way. The thought of that made Olive giddy, but she remembered the last time she had gotten her hopes up. The memory began to wash over her and she sighed, partly from the joyous remembrance, but also because she knew it would most likely never happen again.

Olive Snook had been working for Ned for four years three months, twenty-eight days, fourteen hours, and five minutes, and the events that would follow in the next thirty minutes would stay with Olive for the rest of her life.

The last customer had just left the pie shop and Olive had started stacking the stools on top of their tables, humming softly to herself. As she continued to hum she thought about Ned. Just thinking his name usually put a smile on her face, but today she wore a worried frown. Every Halloween Ned would become moody and withdrawn… well more withdrawn than usual. It pained Olive to see Ned in so much pain, especially when all she wanted to do was take his pain away…

Her crush, for that was all it was at that point, had begun on her very first day at work. She had never met anyone like Ned. She had never known any man to be so kind, gentle, and sweet. She had also never met a guy who had not immediately been interested in her once she had made her feelings towards them clear… or painfully obvious in Ned's case. It was a mixture of these things that made her infatuation grow even more.

Olive had reached her last stool, but instead of stacking it she slumped down into it and sighed. Digby, who had been lying on the floor a few feet away, trotted over to her and put his head on her lap, looking up at her with an understanding look in his eyes. Olive smiled down at him and stroked his head, at least Digby would always be there for her.

The bell above the pie shop door gave a little ding, announcing Ned's return. Olive's head snapped up at the sound and she could feel the smile begin to bloom on her face, but it stopped just as quickly as it began. Ned was stumbling into the shop, almost ready to fall over. Olive quickly rushed to his side, and grabbed one of his arms to steady him. But, being about two feet shorter than him, this did not help very much.

"Woah there cowboy," Olive grunted, "let's try and make it to a chair." Olive managed to maneuver Ned to her lone stool. He looked up at her and smiled.

"Oh, hi Olive." Olive looked at him nervously, for she had never seen him in this state.

"Um… hi Ned." She waited, but received no response. "Would you care to shed some light on why you look like you just got hit by a semi- truck?" Ned looked up at her, and swayed a little as he tried to focus. Olive stood patiently with her hands on her hips.

"I hate Halloween." Ned slurred and began to sway dangerously to one side. Olive caught his shoulders and pushed with all her might to hoist him back up again. Being so close to him, she was able to pick up the scent of alcohol.

"Ned," Olive said, her voice shocked, "Have you been drinking?" He looked at her hand on his right shoulder, then at the one on his left, and finally at her face. His gaze into her eyes was unfocused at first, but then his face slowly got a look of surprise on it. His stare was suddenly making Olive uncomfortably aware of their close proximity.

"Olive, your eyes are so blue." Ned's voice was awed, and Olive felt her cheeks burn.

"Ned, I think you should head upstairs, you're not making sense." Olive's heart felt heavy, this was the only time Ned had ever paid attention to her, and it was when he was completely wasted! She tried to lift him, but he was too heavy. "Ned can you at least try to stand?" He just continued to stare at her. Olive sighed with annoyance, "Well you're about as useful as a pogo stick in quicksand!" She tried once again to stand him up, but Ned grabbed Olive by the shoulders, being surprisingly gentle, and his face seemed to be clearer.

"What if I'm making sense for the first time Olive?" He had stopped slurring so much, and Olive felt the heavy load on her heart lessen. Was he saying what she thought he was? He leaned into her and, before she knew it, was kissing her. Olive stood rooted to the spot, completely shocked. After a few beats Olive began to slip her hands around his neck, but a little voice in the back of her mind was telling her that this was wrong. It took all of her will-power to push Ned away, but somehow she managed.

"Ned, you aren't thinking straight and," She felt her eyes cloud over, but held back her tears, "you will probably just regret this in the morning." She pried his hands off her shoulders and then slipped his elbow onto her shoulder helping him stand. Somehow she managed to get Ned out of the pie shop and to his apartment, staying in silence the whole way. It wasn't until Olive had unlocked his door and turned to go into her apartment that he spoke.

"I'm sorry Olive." She turned around at his words, and smiled in-spite of everything. He was leaning against the door, and looked a little better, the cold air from outside had probably helped.

"It's alright," Olive said, and her smile turned slightly rueful, "I'm just sorry that the only way you could possibly… kiss me… was like this." Olive turned again, but was stopped once more by Ned's voice.

"If it makes you feel any better, I've only been able to kiss one other person before." Olive stood, her hand frozen at her doorknob. "While that may not seem like the comforting type of thing to admit, or even something anyone would want to admit, you have the right to know that I have… intimacy issues, but you make me want to try." It was quite possibly the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to Olive.

"That's quite possibly the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me." Olive said, feeling happier than she had in a long time. Ned smiled at her and made a motion like he intended to mover forward, but then fell to the ground, the alcohol getting the better of him, in a dead faint. Olive rolled her eyes, but even having to haul Ned into his apartment could not kill her spirits. Once she had managed to get him into his living room, too out of breath to even think about trying to get him on his couch, she headed back to her apartment, but was much to excited to sleep.

The next morning Ned had only a hazy memory of Olive helping him up the stairs, and some talk of a pogo stick and, hint as Olive may, he couldn't seem to remember. Then three days later, a girl named Charlotte Charles came into Ned's life.

Olive felt the memory go sour at the ending. Chuck, how she hated her, and hated how it was impossible to hate her since she was so stinking nice, making Olive hate her even more even though she couldn't. Olive looked over at Digby lying next to her.

"Digby," the dog's ears perked up upon hearing his name, "Why would Ned say that if he didn't mean it? And if he did mean it, where does that leave me?" Digby scooted over to her and licked her hand, as if trying to make her feel better. Olive sighed and turned her attention back to the movie. Satine and Christian, the two main characters, were singing a love song to each other. "See Digby," Olive said sourly, "some people have all the luck!"

A/N: Some feedback on this would be great! I have a few more chapters, the next one more from Ned's pov on the whole "I wouldn't say never" comment.