A. N: Hello and welcome to the surprise second chapter of my second ever fanfiction this is now definitely a two-shot. After so many years and rereading my old work this second bit for this story came to mind on my no school (for College!) day during Hurricane Sandy. Yes I'm in the northeastern area, but nothing serious happened, just a bunch of wind and rain.

So without further ado enjoy the actual final installment of this horribly named fic.


Eventually morning came seeping through the blinds ever so gently upon the Liberty-Belle Hotel. Minnie was the first to wake up but didn't open her eyes just yet. She wanted to snuggle up to her beau, but as she tried feeling for him, she realized he wasn't there. Then she opened her eyes - he wasn't in her peripheral vision either, and just when she was about to call out for him did she hear him snoring. Oh, what a snore he had, one could recognize it from a mile away. It was an average snore when he inhaled, but when he exhaled he whistled, making him very identifiable since he was the best whistler around.

She looked over the edge of the bed and found him sleeping away. On the floor of all places, exactly where he said he would be, being the gentleman that he is, even though she had made him change his mind. She could only come up with one conclusion as to how he ended up down there - he must've woken up in the middle of the night, while she had rolled over to her other side, went to the bathroom and when he came back he plopped himself on the floor with his pillow.

She sighed in slight annoyance at this revelation. She could never get him when she wanted him could she? It even seemed like it was getting to be everyday or every week even, that he was off on some wild adventure somewhere. Be it in town after a local crook pulling off a ridiculous heist, or in another country altogether for an international crook dead set on helping set off a nuclear war. Sure, because of these adventures Mickey always had something interesting to talk about at parties thrown by neighbors, and yes they were coming home from an adventure now, but she was getting tired of it. Their latest adventure wasn't even supposed to be an adventure - it was supposed to be a vacation!

But alas, Minnie should have known better than to think that traveling anywhere with Mickey would be quiet and peaceful. Heavens no, perish the thought. If anything seemed a little too suspicious to be normal, you could bet your sweet bippy that Mickey would be on the case in a heartbeat. This fact irked Minnie the most. He was a part-time cop/police detective, that meant he didn't have to try to capture every crook that happens to be causing trouble wherever they go. Granted, she's very proud of what he does. He does more than what most men would do in a dire situation, but sometimes it gets annoying when it's not necessarily needed.

Minnie is especially annoyed that it always happens whenever the two of them go somewhere together. She just wants to spend quality time with him and what does he do? Ignore all of the obvious hints that she wants to be alone with him and just goes gallivanting off to catch a crook!

So angry was she with this last thought that she subconsciously threw her pillow at him.

Whack! Ker-thunk!

It actually didn't go very far because he was right there in front of her when she "threw" it and poor Mickey was so surprised by the sudden assault that he fell back off the bed, and thought it'd be wise to stay there this time.

"Guess yer mad at me fer rollin' outta bed, huh?" he asked as he was muffled by the pillow, but Minnie understood him anyway.

"Well, yes, but I was actually thinking of something else I'm mad at you for when I threw it at you," she admitted slowly, hoping he'd get the hint this time.

Okay, so she was definitely mad at him, but it wasn't about the bed that she wanted him to sleep next to her in like she wanted. That left a few other options...Well, they were on vacation but something came up and he had to - ! Oh, dear. He was in big trouble now.

"Uh, lemme guess, it's 'cause we didn't really get ta spend quality time together besides the adventurin' bit, ain't it?" he guessed as he lifted the pillow away and saw her stern look. He gulped when she didn't answer right away, knowing that she was REALLY mad, but didn't look it, or sound it for that matter. But judging by the very angry expression on her face, he had definitely guessed correctly anyway.

Usually when she's angry she'd be ranting an raving about every little thing that's bugging her, and maybe even throw stuff if she's that angry. But this was worse, far worse. This was the highest peak of her anger - the silent treatment. He knew if he didn't make it up to her in any and every way possible, then it would be a very dull train ride home, unless something happens on it. No! He had to stop thinking like that, if something did happen on the train then she would be even angrier at him! Then she'd never speak to him again and then where would he be? The loneliest bachelor on the block who had to suffer watching the girl he loved find someone else, get married to that guy, and helplessly watch her help raise that fella's children. He shuddered at the thought, quite visibly actually, but before Minnie could question it, Mickey had gotten into the bed with her as she had initially wanted. Of course he winced as he got in a little too quickly because of that bruise on his leg, but thankfully she didn't seem to notice.

He then gently took her hands and kissed the backs of them, fully intending to charm her out of her anger, though he knew it wouldn't be easy. Well, she wasn't really angry anymore but that was more out of surprise than being charmed, although his charm was definitely helping right now. Still, he had a lot to make up for at the moment so she wasn't going to give in that easily until he proved to her how sorry he was.

"I know I haven't been there fer ya when ya wanted me ta an' I'm really sorry. But ya know I can't help it whenever there's danger. It's like, uh... It's like bein' a plumber!" She quirked an eyebrow at the analogy and he proceeded to explain. "If there's a leak, a plumber goes an' fixes it on instinct! Well, it's sorta like that fer me, Minnie. If there's danger, I gotta do whatever I can ta stop it from gettin' too close ta home. An' in this case, home would be you, Min. Ya gotta know that I could never live without ya! I honestly don't know what I'd do if somethin' bad happened ta ya all because I wasn't careful enough, I'd never forgive myself, I'd probably even -!" Her kiss interrupted him before he could finish that sentence. She had gotten the picture anyway, and besides, she didn't want to hear him actually finish that sentence, for she already knew what he was going to say.

If anything did happen to her under his watch, he would be full of so much guilt of not being able to protect her or save her in time, that he'd be an empty shell of the mouse he once was, completely dead inside. Probably couldn't keep on living, knowing him. That was how much he couldn't live without her. She knew this because she was the same way. If something had happened to him while he was away, she wouldn't be able to keep on living. Especially if they had a fight just before he left because he was leaving in the first place, then she wouldn't forgive herself nor will herself to continue with her life. It just wouldn't be right without him, simple as that.

Mickey was surprised at the kiss to say the least. So surprised that he didn't know what to do with himself. Minnie gave him a subtle hint however, by simply wrapping her arms around his neck and deepening the kiss by scooting closer to him, to the point where she's now happily sitting in his lap. Finally getting the idea that she understood his reasons and forgave him for being a dense idiot, he nervously wrapped his arms around her waist in return. After several seconds, that felt more like minutes, Minnie slowly pulled away.

"I feel the same way. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you while you were away. Why else do you think I worry so much by throwing a hissy fit just before you leave?" Mickey knew that was a rhetorical question, so he answered around it instead.

"Aw gee, Minnie. Ya know I'd never let anythin' happen ta me fer your sake. I'll always come back ta ya, that way ya don't have ta worry!" She smiled demurely at him for this interesting response.

"I have every right to worry if I want to, and I always will regardless of how much you'll reassure me. Now, don't we have a train to catch?" she stated simply as she scooted off his lap and off the bed and grabbed her clothes for the day, and started heading towards the bathroom to change.

"Right, guess we should get ready," Mickey grumbled as he didn't like the reminder of going home, plus she just left his arms so suddenly it left him a little disappointed. "Ya go on ahead and change first, an' no arguin'!"

"Alright, if you insist, Mickey. Oh! And one more thing..."

"Yeah?" he turned to look at her curiously.

"If anything strange happens on this train, you're staying put with me and letting the conductors handle it, capice?" She gave him a very stern look for emphasis. He chuckled since that had already come across his mind and promised himself that he wouldn't go off investigating on the train, and of course he could easily promise Minnie the same thing in real life.

"Ha-huh! Don'tchya worry Min, I promise I won't. I ain't goin' anywhere except wherever we're seated," he promised cheerfully as he crossed his heart. She narrowed her gaze at him in suspicion because of his tendencies, but she could only hope that he would keep his promise this time.

"Alright, you better keep that promise, because I'm holding you to it." With that she went into the bathroom to change.

Mickey chuckled again, though this time at her determination to keep him right where she wants him, not that he could or would complain. Then he got off the bed and grabbed his clothes for the day and changed quickly, so that Minnie wouldn't walk in on him and to save time otherwise. Thankfully he was all done changing by the time she came out, ( she must've been powdering her nose).

"Oh, you're all set already," Minnie said as she came out of the bathroom looking pretty as a picture. Yep, she definitely was putting on make up while she was in there.

"Yeah, I didn't wanna waste any time since we gotta boogie," Mickey replied as he glanced at the clock to emphasize his point.

"Oh my goodness! Is it really that late already?!" Minnie gasped as she hurriedly rushed over to her luggage to put the old clothes in it and zipped it up.

"Yep, it sure is! Gee, time does fly by when yer havin' fun, huh Minnie?" he said playfully with a wink. Minnie blushed at the comment, knowing exactly what he was referring to, as they made sure they had everything and headed out the door.

"That doesn't count! It was only one kiss!" she retorted. Mickey chuckled.

"Yeah, a really long kiss," he teasingly whispered, since he didn't want the rest of the hotel listening in on their love life. She playfully and lightly smacked his arm. "Ow! Alright, alright, I'll keep my yap shut, but I definitely won that argument." She rolled her eyes at him, though she kept quiet too in order to silently let him know that she was indeed letting him have this victory for today, but next time he wouldn't be so lucky...if a next time ever came along that is. Only time would tell.

They continued down the hall and passed the front desk, saying their goodbyes to Mr. Beeble, the owner of the Liberty-Belle hotel on their way out. Then they got to the train station and it turned out that they were five minutes early. Plenty of time to relax before the train came.

"Now remember what you promised," Minnie started yet again.

"I know, I hafta stay with ya if anythin' strange happens an' we'll let the conductors handle it," Mickey replied, crossing his heart again in solemn promise.

"Thank you."

"But if its train robbers an' they come to our seats, I'm punchin' their lights out!"

Minnie smacked her hand to her forehead and sighed exasperatingly. He would find a loophole in that promise, and it's the only valid loophole to be justified. Oh, well...if it happens, it happens.

Thankfully however, nothing of the sort happened. The train ride home went smoothly, so smoothly that Mickey was pretty disappointed that nothing happened, but he didn't let it show since he was distracted by a very curious thought. It had been nagging him ever since they checked in to the hotel...Maybe marriage ain't such a bad idea after all. It does have its perks, and it would make things a little easier and less awkward if another situation like this happens again.They both grew up in a time where it was looked down upon for couples who weren't married to sleep in the same bed regardless of whether or not anything "happened"as it would still cause people to talk. Yes, the times were changing and it was becoming more and more acceptable to society with each passing year that the new generations just don't want to wait for marriage to "do it", but that didn't stop Mickey from being a little old fashioned himself.

He could very well wait for marriage, he had to since his wallet was in pain at the moment. He would just have to save up - starting now - to buy that engagement ring for Minnie. Just a few more paychecks, and then he would have to will himself into getting down on that knee and hope she'd say yes. However, a little part of him knew she would, if the smile on her face while she slept on his shoulder was any indication. But still...only time would tell.

THE END