I found this song deep in the depths of my iPod. I didn't use all the lyrics, just the ones that I know are important and that I could remember. But I changed the title because it just wasn't working for me. The song is 'Maybe Katie' by Barenaked Ladies.

If you haven't guessed yet, it's another Duncan/Katie fic, more because I'm beginning to see that there is no end to how much I can write for this couple. I'm going to make this a five-shot (is that a real thing?) and put some lyrics in each chapter. Hope you like it!

Always Been Waiting For You

"You can't keep telling yourself that what seems right and challenging is always the best thing, Duncan. Sometimes, what we need and want, its right under our noses. It always has been." Duncan/Katie

When Duncan was six, he had met Katie, who was three. She was tiny. She was drooling all over her mother. And her cheeks were red as a rose like his, from being pinched too many times that day. Let's just get this straight: Duncan hated it when his parents had cookouts. They always invited all the men to come on over and get tipsy, for the women to come over and talk about their weight and squeeze his cheeks until he wanted to punch them. Duncan felt for Katie. As a younger kid, her jaw was probably worn out from all the middle aged ladies rough fingers.

Katie had long lashes, and she was ultimately jumpy. Her mother kept droning on and on: "Oh, you just see her and Elizabeth's daughter, Sadie! They are just two pea's in a pod, and we always go out and buy them matching outfits… Yes, if only Duncan was a girl, I'd buy him a few dresses too! Speaking of Duncan, how are you doing sweetie?" Again, his cheeks were pinched. He faked a smile and tried to get out of her grasp as fast as possible.

Duncan's mother flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Well, you see, I always wanted a little girl, but it was Alex who always said it was gonna be a boy, whether we liked it or not. I guess he was right, but I'm glad Duncan is-" She stopped when the grill caught on fire, Duncan's father scrambling around drunkenly with all the other men, shouting about where was some water when he needed it. His mother sighed, and Katie's mom asked Duncan if he would watch Katie for a moment.

Duncan, who tried to protest, looked defeated as the two mothers ran off in search for help. The crowd had all headed over to grill, too much commotion for a such a tiny fire, but this was his parents cookout. Somehow they always got more interesting than needed or intended to be.

Katie took her thumb out of her mouth, and finally spoke to Duncan for the first time. "Want to play?" All her words came out separated and quiet, her mouth barely able to form them. Duncan thought that there was actually a time when he sounded that cute and innocent. Of course, he still did, but Duncan didn't like to think that way. He was a man. A man who wasn't cute.

He curled his lip at her. "What do you know how to play?" He highly doubted the talent skill of a three year old. He thought of how she probably wanted to play 'duck duck goose' or something lame like that. He hadn't played those games in ages. He could just imagine if his best friend Cliff saw him playing with a three year old. That would be SO embarrassing.

Being only three years of age, Katie had yet to understand sarcasm, so she began to think about what they could play. Of course, there being only two people, nothing seemed to fit. She then thought of her most favorite game in the world, the one she had played with her dad all the time.

"Play 'Ring 'Round the Rosie's'!" Before Duncan could even begin to say no, she grabbed his hands and began to spin. For a three year old, she had A LOT of strength. She laughed happily and began to sing the words without much rhythm but enough gusto for Duncan to recognize the old song.

"Ring 'Round the Rosie!" She shouted, pulling Duncan around. A few of the people who had been staring at the fire turned to look at them, and Duncan's face went a deep shade of red. He'd rather have a hundred pinches on his cheeks than have everyone turn and watch this, but there was no getting out of Katie's grip. She was laughing like crazy and holding his hands, smiling real wide as if to tell him to join in the song anytime he felt like it. "Pocket full of Ponies!" At the word 'pony', he began to realize that she didn't actually seem to know the song, but that didn't seem to be stopping her from singing it even louder.

"Ashes, ashes!" She yelled, and as more people stepped around to watch them with smiles plastered to their faces, he noticed another face in the crowd- his best friend, Cliff. Duncan mentally face-palmed himself. No, no, not here! If it was even possible, his face got even more red. He was sure he looked like a giant tomato by now, but Katie just kept looking at him happily.

"We all fall down!"

Oh no, oh no-

But, unfortunately, oh yes.

Katie let her full weight down so she slapped the ground with her rear end, taking Duncan down with her. He hit the concrete patio so hard it knocked the breathe out of him. Katie giggled and laughed. Duncan noticed that one of her pigtails had come undone, her black hair widely spilling over her shoulder.

Everyone of the people around them clapped and said "How cute!" Their looks were of nothing but a subtle look of adoration, but one face stood out in the crowd.

Cliff snickered, his whole body shaking with laughter. He mouthed the word 'Lame!' to Duncan, and kept laughing heartily. Without a doubt, Duncan knew Cliff would be telling everyone at school tomorrow that a three year old girl had made him land right on his butt. He would tell everyone that Duncan had 'danced' with a girl, so he must have cooties. He would make Duncan look like a fool.

Duncan's face went from red to purple in a matter of seconds, as he charged at Cliff and pushed him down. "I'm not lame!" Duncan shouted, throwing little tiny punches that were as close as he was gonna get to a lick. No matter what, it still looked like it was hurting Cliff a lot, so it was worth it.

Duncan's mother took him off Cliff, shouting at Duncan "What were you thinking?" and "You are in so much trouble, young man!" But as Duncan's mother whisked him away from Cliff, all he saw was Katie's small face, no longer laughing, but in a stiff, shocked frown. It looked as though the moment where Duncan's fist had made contact with Cliff's face was haunted in her eyes, branded in her mind.

Duncan stuck his tongue out at her, as if to say, Don't ever play with me again, kid, and by the look on her face, he was sure she got the message. But then she started to bite her lip, her whole body started shaking. Then she started to cry.

Duncan didn't get to see any more than that. He didn't get to see the black eye he had given Cliff, his Dad's missing eyebrows lost in the heat of the fire. But the moment that a tear dropped down Katie's face seemed to be etched in his mind too, as though something beyond his own imagination had clicked in both their minds.

What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about
What's so maybe about Katie?

A/N: So I'm not going to do the whole thing when they're kids, no, I just wanted to introduce to you the people around them and themselves. I'm trying to keep them in character, so if I'm getting OC, tell me. Please. Because the last thing I wanna do is screw it up and make them something they are not.

I'm going to try to update soon, but with school starting and everything the soonest I can promise is once a week, but you never know. I might just find some time on my hands. Thanks to anyone who has reviewed to my other Duncan/Katie stories, it just fills my heart up with joy, I tell you. It really does.

OK, so thank you for reading!

Love, Cereal :D