AN: Sorry this is so short. I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do with this story. And I'm trying to get used to Al. So, the inspiration for this story is "Untouched" by The Veronicas. Hey, I'm crazy enough to make it work. Many many thanks to everyone who read Happen. If it weren't for you peeps, I wouldn't have done this one. Kisses! Let's see . . . Kim Harrison owns all these peeps. I might bring in Kaylee and Zazie. I dunno yet.

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"Rachel, this would be far simpler if you just moved in with me," I said, leaning against her kitchen counter.

"Why do you keep bringing that up?" she asked, looking up from her overnight back she was looking through.

"Because I want you to."

"Again, why?"

I shrugged. "What if I said I missed my itchy witch?"

"I would have to call you a liar, Al."

I gave a heavy sigh. All dramatics, of course. Mostly to hide the fact I missing her wouldn't be far from the truth. But to be honest, Rachel didn't need to know that.

"Love," I said, returning back to our original discussion as she went back to checking her bag. "We could snag Nick and buy you a nice set of rooms. Or we could sell Trent and get an even better set."

"We're not selling Trent," she said without looking at me. The fact she didn't mention anything about not selling Nick wasn't lost on me. Perhaps there was hope for my itchy witch yet.

"Fine. We won't sell the elf. Rachel, think of everything I've done for you. Would you at least think about it before rejecting the idea?"

She glared at me. "I. Am. Not. Selling. Trent! End of discussion."

"I was referring to you staying with me," I told her, brow raised. "No need to be getting your witchy panties in a twist, dove."

I smirked when she opened her mouth and nothing came out. She clicked her mouth shut, glaring at me again, and slipped the strap of her bag over her shoulder.

"Fine, I'll think about it. But I doubt I'll change my answer." She crossed her arms, and stood with her hip out to side. "Can we go now?"

I laughed as I walked over to her. "See? You simply can't wait to go to the Ever-After." She rolled her eyes, and I placed my hand on her shoulder to jump us.

AN: So is this awesomesauce?