Hi There!

So...I'm basically just writing this for fun. It's a mix of oneshots about the House of Anubis gang ten years from where Season 2 left off. (Season 3 anyone?) I'll admit: HOA is my weakness. :P It's awesome, and it's fun. It's a lot like a soap opera. :D

So, this is just the first oneshot. Written quickly. Enjoy!

-Homey

Disclaimer: HOA belongs to Nick and anyone else who has anything to do with it's creation. I'm just a Jara fan! ;)

©HomeschoolGirl 2012, or at least this actual post is. The characters, not so much. But anyway, please don't use this as your own. Thanks!


Nina

She closes her book and looks up as footsteps sound down the hall.

"Hello," he says, coming into the room.

She blushes, keeping her eyes on the floor. "You caught me."

"So I did." He strides forward and plucks the book from her hands. She watches as he thumbs through the pages, scanning the margins where she's taken the liberty of writing her own footnotes.

"I'm glad you're back at it," he says at last, handing it back.

She takes it, ducking her eyes. "Hardly. It's...it's just for fun."

"Well, perhaps I could join you in writing it sometime."

She smirks as he leans against her desk, tilting her chin up with one finger.

"Hey. I'm not kidding."

Her smirk fades into a half-smile. "Yeah. Sure. We'll never have it published, anyway, it doesn't matter."

She begins to turn away but her catches her face in his hands.

"We might. It's good."

His gaze is unwavering, and finally she beams.

"You really think it's good?"

"Yup."

"Well, thanks."

She stands up and puts the book back on the shelf positioned by her desk. She walks from the room and he follows her, down to the kitchen, where she pulls leftovers from the fridge.

"Is this okay?"

He nods. Living on teachers salaries often leads to meals such as these.

"So," she sighs, popping the styrofoam lid and spooning the spaghetti out onto two plates. "How was work?"

"Fine," he says, casually leaning against the counter. "You?"

"Fine."

They exchange timid, teasing smiles.

They don't speak again until they are halfway through dinner, but this is how it usually is for them. Easy. Safe. Predictable. It's not everything she wants, but it's everything she needs. Which is enough.

"I heard about a new position this evening."

"You did?" She asks around a mouthful of food. She chews and swallows, dabbing at her lips with a napkin. "What for?"

"Sixth grade English."

"What? Are you kidding me?" She jumps up, smoothing back a lock of his brown hair, somehow managing to high five him at the same time. "You've got to apply for the job. You'd be perfect!"

"I know. But I like teaching the fourth graders."

She gives him a flat look, and he grins.

"Okay, so, history isn't exactly my thing."

She grins, heading over to the sink to rinse off her plate. "But it is mine."

And it is. Whereas he used to be the history geek, she has taken over, and is now studying Egyptology. He moved onto writing and other pursuits. So when she began the book, over a year ago, he helped. But work got control of them both and she put it on hold. Tonight was the first night in over six months that she'd touched the manuscript, much less looked at it.

They end the day curled up on a couch with some sort of cheesy comedy playing on the TV. Outside of their apartment, London is busy, even though it's around nine. Somehow she drifts off in his arms and wakes with a start.

"Ouch," he says softly, as she bumps her head into his chin.

"Ouch," she agrees, then realizes it's dark. "Hey-what happened to the movie?"

He shrugs. "You feel asleep, so I turned it off." He holds up something in his hand and she sees it's a remote.

"Oh," she mumbles. "Okay."

He laughs as she snuggles up against him. "Aren't we going to bed?"

"I'm too tired to move."

His arms snake around her, pulling her close. "It's okay. This is actually a pretty comfortable position."

She laughs and rolls her eyes.

"I love you, Fabian."

"I love you, Nina."