Thank you to everyone who left such kind reviews on Lost and Found! It means a lot. A guest and Hartkins suggested a continuation... it ended up turning into multiple chapters. (I have a few written and a couple more to write but I didn't want to wait to start uploading.) I hope you enjoy!

"Are you listening to me, Mary Ann?"

Upon hearing her name, Mary Ann looked up from the papers in her hand. The way she was looking through them they might as well have been transparent. After an initial, "Hmm?" she shook her head and apologized to Ginger.

"I'm sorry, is it my line?"

"For the dozenth time, yes."

"Sorry," she said again. "Where were we?"

With a roll of her eyes, Ginger took the script from Mary Ann's hands and tossed it on the vanity. "Forget about it."

"No, no, I promise I'll pay attention."

"That's what you said when we were rehearsing earlier."

Mary Ann sighed. "My mind is someplace else today, I suppose."

Now sitting on the edge of her bed with a nail file, Ginger said, "Today, yesterday, the day before that..."

"You only asked me to read with you today."

"Yesterday you burnt dinner because of your daydreaming. The day before you plumb forgot to hang the laundry. What's going on? This isn't like you a bit. I'm starting to worry."

Moving to her own bed, Mary Ann said, "Everything's all right, Ginger. I promise. I'd tell you if it wasn't, you know that."

"The way you've been distracted it's hard to tell," Ginger said.

"Can't distraction be a good thing?"

"Is it?"

Mary Ann gave a playful shrug. "More so than bad."

A hint of a grin appearing on Ginger's face, she leaned forward resting her elbows on her knees. "How good?"

Now was Mary Ann's turn to roll her eyes. "Don't get excited. It's just something that happened with the Professor the other day."

"What kind of something?"

Cheeks growing warm, Mary Ann shyly smiled. "I'm not sure how to explain it."

"Try," Ginger hummed.

Quiet for a few seconds, Mary Ann then gave in.

"He was cute," she started. "When he found me in that cave after the storm he was so concerned."

"That's it?" Ginger asked as she sat up, disappointment evident in her voice.

"Let me finish," Mary Ann said. "We chatted while we were walking back to camp. As we did, he seemed distracted. Maybe that's not the most fitting word. Lost in thought? Whatever it is, I asked him if everything was all right. I got the strangest answers. Strange for the Professor, I mean."

"How so?"

"Short and simple sentences."

"Say it ain't so!" the actress gasped, resulting in both girls breaking into a fit of laughter.

"Exactly," Mary Ann said as they settled down. "But that wasn't the oddest part."

With a rolling motion of her hand, Ginger said, "Well, go on."

"I can't remember the conversation word for word, but I asked him something along the lines of him telling me if something was bothering him. I do remember he answered by saying, 'Someday'. When I asked what that meant he kissed my head."

"The Professor?" Ginger had read enough scenes with the Professor to know he was anything but a leading man. When they first came to the island he barely knew how to kiss a girl. It left her to assume he wasn't all too interested in women. "That is surprising."

"I wouldn't have questioned it as much had it been when he freed me from the cave or even if our conversation played out differently." Mary Ann continued. "It's not the first time he's stumbled on his words around me, but this was definitely a first."

"Please tell me I don't have to be the one to draw the conclusion for you."

"No... but I have my doubts."

"How did you respond to him?" Ginger asked.

Mary Ann shrugged. "I smiled and touched his cheek. At the time it felt so obvious what he was trying to tell me. Now that I've had time to think about it I'm second-guessing myself."

Ginger stood to move next to Mary Ann. There, she put an arm around her, saying, "That always leads to trouble... makes great romance plots for movies, but not exactly what you'd dream of in real life. You know how shy the Professor can be. You're going to have to help him."

"Wait a minute," Mary Ann said, scooting away from Ginger. "It's not as simple as all that. I have to consider where we are. If he were a friend back home then yes, I probably would say something. But here?"

"Why not here? You can't ask for a more intimate place to start a romance."

Mary Ann twisted her lips. "A little too intimate if you ask me."

"You're not completely isolated."

"That's just it. Everyone here is so close that I feel like we'd be constantly watched." She chuckled. "Imagine Mrs. Howell. She'd insist on us being chaperoned at all times."

Despite knowing how true the statement was, Ginger brushed off the comments. "Details. All of which can be sorted out later."

"Ginger, please. I didn't tell you so you could play matchmaker. I'm not sure what I'm going to do yet. I'll admit the whole thing makes me smile but that isn't enough to change our entire relationship."

"But you feel the same way."

Looking down at her hands, Mary Ann replied, "I never said that."

"But it's true," Ginger persisted.

Mary Ann struggled to find an appropriate response. How could she say she felt the same way without knowing for sure what the Professor meant to say? She could hope and assume, and there was a general idea in the air, but a miscommunication was too risky — especially given he clearly wasn't ready to admit to anything aloud. And when it came down to it, neither was she.

"Potentially," was the word on which she settled. "I shouldn't say anything when I'm this uncertain."

Half-nodding her head, Ginger stood up and stretch. "Well," she breathed, "it's nice to know there's a spark in him somewhere. If you're not going to draw it out, I think I'll have another go."

Without any thought, Mary Ann short to her feet, catching Ginger's arm. "No, wait!"

Ginger smirked once she turned back to Mary Ann, who blushed upon realizing the implications of her reaction. Implications they both knew she couldn't deny.