I know, it's been MONTHS since I've updated this story! So I'm basically just going to post the remaining chapters and just finish it. :)

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Wen-qi had only been in America for a few days, and it felt so much like home that she barely missed China at all. Staying with her cousin Akira helped

them bond even more, making up for the years they were apart. Though America was wonderful, Wen-qi found it difficult to fit in.

"Why not this?" Patty asked as she showed Wen-qi her a white top that was small and seemingly tight.

Wen-qi shook her head. "Isn't there a dress that is similar to all my dresses?" She was with Patty and Selma at the Springfield Mall.

"Honey, we're in the US," Selma told her, "show a little."

"Very well," Wen-qi sighed. She loosened one button on her Chinese top. "There. I've shown a little."

"That won't show any cleavage," Patty told her. She pulled at her own dress a little. "This is what you gotta show."

"Ah! My eyes burn!" Homer cried as he saw Patty from a distance.

"Shut up, lardbutt!" Patty shouted over at him.

"Okay, how about something like this?" Selma showed Wen-qi a green sundress that could easily resemble her green silk Chinese dress.

"Hmm," Wen-qi inspected it thoroughly, "it has no sleeves, the skirt is a bit short as above the knees, and the neckhole is a bit wider than needed...I'll take it."

"Where are you off to, Wen-qi?" Akira asked as Wen-qi adjusted her hair bun.

"I am going to visit Frink in his home for the very first time," she told him, "he said he wanted to show me his whole 'shebang'."

"Ah, Frink and his crazy inventions," Akira chuckled, "have fun."

Walking to Frink's house was no problem, especially in heels. For the time she had spent in Springfield, she had gotten to know Frink more. And the more she got to know him, the more she just wanted to spend time with him. And coming to his house just excited her.

Arriving at Frink's house, she was amazed by the machinery that completely displayed his property. Walking to his front door, she rang the doorbell and waited.

Opening the door, a large robot stood before her. Wen-qi screamed.

"Ga-hey, don't worry!" Frink assured her as he stood in front of the robot. "He's just one of my servant robots."

Wen-qi clutched her heart from her awful surprise. She was glad to see Frink.

Frink led her inside as his robot just idly wheeled around, cleaning and doing other chores.

"Frink, I must say, your home is astonishing," Wen-qi told him, "it seems like everything about you is simply amazing."

"Ga-hay, aw, it's nothing, really," Frink responded, deeply blushing.

"Who is this fellow?" Wen-qi asked as she stopped beside a portrait that showed a picture of a man with an exact likeness of Frink.

"That, my dear foreigner," Frink explained, "is my father, John Frink Senior."

"He looks just like you," Wen-qi told him.

"True, we also have the exact brain intellectual," Frink told her, "except mine being a few decimal percentages above his."

"What's he like?"

"Well, basically, he's a scientist/explorer," he explained, "whether entering the deeps of the Amazon or trying to find a cure for cancer."

"You must miss him," she told him.

"Yes, I do," Frink nodded, "but he does write to me every month." He looked at her. "What's your father like?"

Wen-qi sighed. "My father was a ping-pong champion."

"An expert on the division of hitting the ball against the table in a pendulum manner," Frink said, impressed, "how intriguing."

Wen-qi looked at him, her expression looking heartbroken. "He choked on a ping-pong ball during one of his games and had died...," she sighed, "the heimlich maneuver was invented the very next day."

Frink looked at her, feeling remorsed. "I'm so sorry to hear that."

Wen-qi sighed. "Although he is gone, all of China still talk of his oustanding career."

"Do you play ping-pong?" He asked.

She nodded. "Though, my technique is a bit rusty."

"Don't worry," Frink told her, "I'm a bit rusty with almost any sport. With all the throwing and shooting and *ga-haven* dodging ball."
Wen-qi couldn't help but laugh. "Your voice," she told him, "I've never heard anything like it. All the interesting words and gibberish you put into a sentence."

"Well, I know it's annoying," Frink responded, embarrassed, "but technically, it runs in the family and-"

"I like it," she told him sincerely.

Frink could only smile, his heart beating rapidly as he looked at her.

"Door was open, robot wasn't around," called a familiar voice.

"Doo-wah?" Frink exclaimed as he turned around to see Homer, a digital clock in his hands.

"Oh, hello, Homer," Wen-qi greeted.

"Hey, Wen-qi," Homer said. He turned to Frink. "Hey, my alarm clock just went crazy in me and now the thing's busted and this green ooze is just coming out of it."

"Have you ever changed the battery?" Frink said through gritted teeth, annoyed that the obese man had walked in on his and Wen-qi's conversation.

"You change them?" Homer gasped. "I thought they were long-lasting, like Bubbalicious bubblegum!"

"Oh, sweet glaven!" Frink exclaimed as he threw his hands in the air. He took the clock from Homer. "Fine, I'll fix it."

"Thanks, nerd," Homer told him.

"Allow me to assist you," Wen-qi told Frink, "I'd love to get my hands on some real technolgy."

"Why, that would be swell!" Frink exclaimed.

"Yeah, while you guys do your geek crap," Homer said bluntly, "got anymore of that tuna-flavored gum?"

"Freezer," Frink told him before he and Wen-qi came to a nearby desk..

"You seem very agitated by him," Wen-qi told him as he unscrewed the clock.

"Well, technically, I'm not the only one he's annoyed for so long," Frink replied.

"I can see you point," Wen-qi told him as she saw Homer from the corner of her eye, indulging more of Frink's experimented gum and risking the color of his tongue, "when he and his family had come to my country, he immediately treated it as if it were a Jackie Chan movie, picking fights with monks at the table and playing Buddhist god."

"Wow," Frink said, "he did something like that when he was in a salamander suit and running for mayor."

"Well, I'd assume he'd make a better mayor," Wen-qi huffed, "because your mayor is a married man who had just recently tried to get me to sleep with him."

"He does that to any woman," Frink told her, "he's like that because he's got power and *ga-haven* control of most things in this town besides Mr. Burns."

"Is Burns an evil man, too?"

"The worst."
Before each knew it, their hands had barely touched as they both reached for screws. Looking at each other is pure surprise, Wen-qi blushed as she turned away while Frink coughed to distract himself.

"I think I should take a turn in fixing this," Wen-qi finally said as she took the clock and inspected it.
"Um, good idea," Frink said, still blsuhing. "Um, excuse me for a second." As soon as Wen-qi was too occupied with the clock, Frink dashed toward Homer, who was laughing at himself in the mirror because of his tongue turning from green to purple. "Homer!" Frink whispered to him.

"S'up, Frink?" Homer asked. "Found out what the ooze actually was? Because I just remembered I had just recently eaten bacon in bed...and the bacon grease."

"Never mind that," Frink told him, "I need advice."

"You want advice from me?" Homer asked in pure shock. "A guy who hasn't even gone to college?"

"Well, you're married," Frink told him, "that's pretty fulfilled there."

"It's the Chinese girl, isn't it?" Homer asked him knowingly. "You want to get under that dress of hers, don't you?"
"Well, I wouldn't say I'd want to get under her skin," Frink replied, playing his thumbs nervously, "of course, I'd really do want to experience what it would be like to mix the X with the Y chromosome."

"For a nerd that has never gotten laid in his life," Homer told him, placing a hand on his shoulder, "I will help you."

"Oh, sweet glaven, thank you!" Frink told him gratefully.

"Now here's the first thing you do," Homer instructed as he whirled Frink around so he could watch Wen-qi, "you go over there..."

"Yes?" Frink asked eagerly.

"Get a little close to her..."

"Uh-huh?"

"And ask her out."

Frink just looked at Homer. "That's it?"

"Hey, it worked for me with Marge!" Home told him. "The fourth time."
Frink looked at Wen-qi once more, seeing how skilled and confident she was at fixing the alarm clock. His heart melted knowing that not only was she a pretty woman, she was also a very intelligent one.

"Just go," Homer whispered to him, "I'll be right behind you."

Frink gulped before he walked over back to Wen-qi.

Wen-qi saw him come over and smiled. "Frink, I have just finished fixing Homer's clock." She showed him her accomplishment.

"That's wonderful," Frink said nervously.

Silence stood between as they just looked at each other.

"Say, Wendy," Frink began nervously, "would you by any chance...um..."

"Yes, John?" Wen-qi asked, a glint of hope in her eyes.

"Er...ga-hey, um..." Frink began to sweat as he adjusted his bowtie nervously.

Suddenly, he was shoved from behind and he found himself nose to nose with Wen-qi, either's eyes were wide. Frink turned around to see Homer behind him, giving him the thumbs up.

Frink took a deep breath before he looked back at Wen-qi.

"Are you willing to go out with a nerd like me?" Frink mentally kicked himself for saying something so ridiculous.

Wen-qi could only smile. "I would love to got out with a nerd such as yourself."

Frink's jaw dropped at her answer. Finally, his chance to date and ACTUAL female.

"R-really?" He asked slowly. "Oh, sweet glaven in a glass, that's great!"

"I'd like to know what'll be planned," Wen-qi told him, still smiling at the closeness of his face in front of hers.

"Oh, easy," Frink told her, "I've compiled a list of locations and what-not into this little pink book." He reached into his labcoat and pulled out a small, pink book. "Why, just recently, I've added this splendid nacho place that had opened in Springfield."

"Mmm...nachos...," Homer drolled as he stood between them, "when do we go?"

Wen-qi nervously scanned through magazines in search of beauty tips. Tonight would be the night she would go out with Frink, and she wanted to look her best, American style.

Ever since she had met Frink for the first time, she felt a sort of connection between them. Realizng that she was the first actual woman he had asked out in his life surprised her. To her, he was a perfect combination of attraction and kindness, two things she had longed for in a man. In hopes of winning his heart, she was certainly going to have to decide on an outfit besides what eyeshadow to apply...

"Marge, isn't this a bit much?" Frink asked as he spread his arms wide while Marge measured his waistline.

"Now, Frink," Marge told him sternly, "this is the first real date you have...and I think it's best that you show Wen-qi what a real man you are."

"But I am a real man," Frink protested, "I can state all the elements from the periodic table from the metal to the *ga-hay* metalloids."

"Oh, that's really going to get you laid," Homer said sarcastically.

"Homer," Marge told him sternly, "a date doesn't always rely on sex. It's for two people to get to know one another and see if they can find love."

"Hey, it's better now than never," Homer said, "I mean, look at Skinner. He's fourty-four, dating Mrs. Crabapple, and still a virgin! A fourty-four-year-old virgin! Now does Frink want to end up like that?"

"I'm feeling very complicated from high up in my cerebellum to down to my puppet," Frink said nervously.

"Hey, at least that'll count as one of the many boners you'll pull on your date!" Homer laughed. Marge stabbed him in the pant-leg with her needle. "D'oh!"

"Now hold still," she told Frink as she began to sew, "oh, you are going to look so handsome after this."

"If that's possible," Homer muttered quietly to himself as he rubbed his leg.

"Brought you something, dear cousin," Akira said as he entered Wen-qi's room with a silky, blue dress.

"Oh my," Wen-qi breathed as she looked at it, "it's lovely."

"For my lovely Chinese cousin," he told her as he placed it on her bed, "I wish you the best on your date with Frink. He is a very good man."

"The real question is," Wen-qi began as she inspected her towel-wrapped hair in the mirror, "how come a good man like you, dear cousin, is not out there looking for a privileged woman?"

Akira sighed. "The only woman I can ever go for...is trapped in her own house."

Wen-qi turned around to look at him. "You mean, she can not get out?"

Akira nodded. "Her cousin, Cletus, is unable to bring her out no matter how wide he tears down his wall. She cannot seem to get free."

Wen-qi felt for her lonely cousin. "Perhaps she will receive liberation one day."

"But right now, it is your time for liberation," Akira told her, smiling, "I will leave you to your pampering." And with that, he left the room.

Wen-qi picked up the dress and placed it over her body as she inspected herself in the mirror.

To be the woman of Frink's dreams...

"Come on, Professor, let's see!" Bart called from outside the bathroom door.

"Ho-hey, hang on!" Frink said. "Apparently these pants are a lot tighter than I thought."

"I'm sorry, Frink," Marge apologized, "I ran out of jet black cloth."

"*Ga-hay*Okay, here."

And with that, the door swung open and Frink stood out. Everyone gaped in awe. He wore a stunning tux that even James Bond couldn't live up to. His buckteeth were perfectly brushed and his glasses were glistening.

"Wen-qi will be so surprised," Lisa said as she swooned over him.

"But there's one thing missing," Homer said as he stepped closer to Frink. He took out what appeared to be a bottle of cologne, entitled, 'Scent of a Wookie'. He applied some to Frink's armpits, then splashed some on his face, than matted some onto his hair. "There," Homer said proudly, "now if only I could just ditch the nerdy glasses, the geeky hairdo, and the dorky teeth."

"Homer, Frink looks fine the way he is," Marge told him.

"I suppose," Homer sighed.

"You are so going to get lucky tonight," Bart told Frink, giving him the thumbs up, "hook, line, and bed her."

Wen-qi tapped anxiously on the table as she looked at the clock, awaiting Frink to pick her up. Akira had gone out to run his restaurant, leaving her to worry whether the professor was either running late or had decided to cancel without telling her.

Finally, when Wen-qi was about to doze off, she heard the sound of a car horn honking outside...followed by an annoyed grunt and some colorful words that seemed to be directed at a poor animal.

Looking out the window, her expression brightened when she saw Frink standing beside a car, Homer was at the wheel. They both waved at her. Wen-qi waved in greeting as she rushed to door. She was greeted by Frink as soon as she opened it.

"*Ga-haven* Good evening, Wen-qi," Frink greeted nervously. Staring at her, Frink felt he could just melt into a pool of adoration, "well, you look lovely."

"The exact compliment for you," Wen-qi said, smiling, as she reached out and adjusted his bowtie.

Frink blushed madly. Then he stood beside her. "Shall we?" He motioned to Homer's car.

"Of course, professor," Wen-qi said as she hooked her arm under his, much to his surprise.

Entering inside the car, Wen-qi was greeted by Homer.

"Well," Homer said slyly as he looked at her in all her glory, "don't you look sexier tonight!"

Wen-qi blushed.

"Oh, yeah," Homer whispered to Frink excitedly, "so worth it."

"As you can see," Frink explained to Wen-qi as Homer drove them, "Homer is our designated driver."

"And unlike all those limo bastards," Homer explained, "I'm cheap but reliable!"

"Just don't get drunk again, *ga-hay* okay?" Frink told him frantically.

"Hey, it's not my fault!" Homer whined. "I blame paternity!"

"Frink," Wen-qi said softly as she placed a gentle hand over his, "though the date hasn't even started, I must admit, I'm already excited."

"Gah...so am I," Frink told her sincerely, melting from her soft touch.

"First stop!" Homer announced as he placed the car to a screeching halt, sending Wen-qi and Frink forward. "That'll be five bucks an hour!"

"What is this place?" Wen-qi asked as she looked out the window.

"That, Wen-qi is one of the best restaurants in Springfield," Frink explained, "precisely because it is owned by Rainier Wolfcastle, Chuck Norris, and some other celebrity's ex-wife."

"I was once a food critic and gave it a bad review," Homer told her.

"It looks wonderful," Wen-qi breathed as she got out of the car.

"Hey, bring me a doggybag, okay?" Homer called out to them.

As time passed, and orders were made and consumed, Wen-qi and Frink began conversation.

"You literally went back in time to tell your child self to choose a different path?" Wen-qi asked, amazed.

"But of course," Frink nodded, "though, I have been hit by a truck twice and my time-machine was taken by a younger Carl, my semi-present self has fixed everything and here I am knowing that it never happened again. I mean, seriously, I stopped myself from letting it happen again."

"Such amazing things you've done," Wen-qi sighed as she looked at him dreamly, "you're a very brave man, breaking through time and space."

"Aw," Frink blushed, "I'm sure all the other scientists have probably done it out of boredom."

"I doubt it," Wen-qi laughed.

Suddenly, latin music blared through the room as the band began to play.

Wen-qi watched as some people began to come to the middle of the room and began dancing. Looking over at Frink, she smiled.

"Care to dance?" She asked, lending her hand.

"Oh, dancing," Frink said, "with all the boogies and bounces and *ga-hay* foot-stomping."

Wen-qi laughed as she grabbed his hand and dragged him to the dance floor. She could tell he had never dance with someone in his life.

"Here," she told him as she took his hands, "place this hand on my waist and hold my other hand, while I place my hand on your shoulder." Doing so, and so close to him, Wen-qi found herself blushing just as much as Frink was.

They slowly accommodated to the rhythm of the music as they danced. For some time now, all they could do was look into each other's eyes, smling and blushing.

"Is that cologne I'm smelling?" She finally asked, breaking the silence.

"To be honest," Frink told her, "it's Homer's cologne. I never brought myself to pampering my body of the male beauty products."

"Well, either way," she told him, smiling as she leaned closer, "I like your scent."

Frink madly blushed as he muttered excited gibberish to himself.

After dinner, Homer, while consuming leftovers from the doggybag Frink and Wen-qi brought back for him, drove them idly through town.

First, it was the movie theater; Wen-qi leaned close to Frink as they watched the horror movie, but Homer, sitting a few seat behind them, was the most frightened of all, letting out one of his terror screams during a bloody massacre on screen.

Next, it was at a carnival. Frink was trying to win Wen-qi a stuffed animal at a nearby booth, but he seemed to have trouble with his BB-gun. Homer, deciding to join in the carnival fun, assisted him and ended up having himself pelted with numerous BB pellets from angry pedestrians. But Frink won Wen-qi a stuffed animal anyway, out of technical foul caused by Homer..

"I had such a wonderful night, John," Wen-qi told him as Homer continued driving them.

"I did so, too," Frink told her, "with all the dancing and laughing and *ga-hay* winning prizes!"

Wen-qi laughed as she placed a hand on his cheek. "I just love your voice, Professor."

Frink smiled, melting at her touch as he placed his hand over hers. "I love it, too."

Wen-qi could only smile. She leaned closer to him...only to be hauled forward due to the car stopping abrutptly.

"Sweet glaven!" Frink cried. "What happened?"

"Oh, blame me, huh? Homer slurred as he placed his head on the steering wheel. A beer bottle was in his hand.

He had just crashed the car into a nearby lightpole.

"Homer, you're drunk!" Wen-qi exclaimed.

"Your point, lady?" Homer gurgled.

Soon, the repairman man came. Homer was lying on the grass nearby, drunk and asleep.

"It'll probably take a while, pally," the repairman told Frink as he inspected the car, "give me an hour."

"We can wait," Wen-qi whispered to Frink, clutching his hand, "we're here in a park."

Awaiting for Homer's car to be fixed, Frink and Wen-qi walked down the well-lit trail of the park.

"I'm sorry Homer kind of made this date difficult," Frink told her.

Wen-qi shook her head. "He is simply like that, I understand. I just glad neither of us is hurt."

They sat at a nearby bench, discussing the night they had.

"America is wonderful, I must say again," Wen-qi laughed, "though, I can't see how you Americans can consume so much!"

"No, see, I'm one of the few Americans that eat on a daily basis," Frink explained, "and the other seventy percent consume until they are unable to see clearly."

"Like Homer?" Wen-qi smirked.

"Especially like him," Frink chuckled.

Silence stood between them as they tried their hardest to avoid each other's eyes.

"You okay?" Frink asked, trying to break the silence.

Wen-qi nodded. "Almost."

And it was with that reply that Wen-qi couldn't wait any longer as she pounced on top of Frink and kissed him, sending them both off the bench and into the grass.

Frink was utterly surprised by this. Not being pounced on, but to finally get his first, actual kiss of a woman. He just lay there as Wen-q- crushed her lips against his before finally breaking away to breath. She breathed steadily as she looked down at him.

"Sweet glaven..." Frink sighed in pure daze, "now I know why Homer's so eager to go home at night."

"I was so eager this night," Wen-qi told him, smiling, "I finally kissed the perfect man."

"Aw," Frink sighed, blushing, "oh, I've always dreamed to be called that."

Wen-qi could only laughed as she rolled on her side as she looked at Frink.

"Trust me," she told him, "I feel like all my dreams have come true..."

Wen-qi leaned on Frink lovingly as a now sober Homer drove them to her home.

Homer chuckled. "I think I know what'll happen next."

"Homer, please," Frink said, "you're lucky Chief Wiggum hadn't caught you drunk driving."

Soon, they arrived at Wen-qi's home. Frink walked her up to her door, then held her hand and kissed it.

"Thank you for making this nerd extremely happy," he told her sincerely.

Wen-qi smiled. "Thank you for giving this Chinese woman her liberation," she told him, "allow me to ask you on a next date. Perhaps, maybe, tomorrow?"

"Oh, I'd love that!" Frink exclaimed. "And this time, I'll drive us...on my hover bike!"

"I'd love to experience that," Wen-qi laughed.

"Whoo, go, Frink!" Homer hooted from his car.

Frink smiled, embarrassed as he looked at Wen-qi. Finally, with self-encouragement, he kissed her.

Breaking away shyly, he slowly retreated back to the car.

"Goodnight, my dear professor," Wen-qi waved.

"Goodnight," Frink told her, "sweet dreams."

As soon as Homer drove off, Homer began bombarding Frink with questions.

"I know I was drunk," Homer told him, "so what happened the last few hours I was in a hangover?"

"Well," Frink began, "we went to the park-"

"You guys did it at the park?" Homer exclaimed. "Man, that's going to make YouTube tomorrow!"
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Word of advice: Never trust Homer Simpson as your chauffeur. :D