Barry and Vanessa gaped at the doctor for a few seconds. His face twisted into an expression of sorrow for them. "I'm…apologetic. But the vodka got into Barry's bloodstream and into the wing control centre. It paralysed that section of his nervous system. Oh, I'm ever so sorry, really, I hate to bee the beearer of bad news, I hate to rain on the parade of such a wonderful young couple…" His eyes grew misty. "I'm going to…leave now…just call me- beep me- if you want to reach me…" He was out the door and down the corridor in a flash, drowning his sorrows in soggy beescuits and tea.

"Oh, Barry, baby!" Vanessa cried as she began to sob harder. "I'm so sorry, this must bee so hard for you!"

"I…can't beelieve it," Barry said numbly. "This just cannot bee…"

Vanessa held out her index finger in a gesture of support, and Barry reached out to hold on to it tightly. They sat there for a moment, just grasping each other and staring deep into each others' eyes. Two broken souls mentally piecing each other together. The tragic beauty of their relationship was almost unbearable.

Barry was allowed out of the hospital after a week, and Vanessa took him home on a toy wheelchair from a children's hospital playset. "Right. I guess we have our work very cut out for us," Vanessa said, keeping strong for her babybee. She opened the door to their loving home and they walked to the table.

She set him down beside a plate of fruit and they stared at each other again. The stare was innocent and tender and loving, but it grew in intensity. "We'll get through this together," Vanessa whispered sensually. And then she scooped him up, ran through to their bedroom, and dumped him on the bed. She stripped from the waist down. "Sting me, you fool!" she growled. They had figured out that if they didn't sting too hard, Barry would not die. She scooped him up and put him on her genitals. He started stinging with all his might. They both screamed in pleasure, and then Vanessa brought Barry up to her face and kissed him tenderly.

"That was…amazing," Barry wheezed, honey all over the bedsheets.

"Yeah…"

At dinner that night, they were eating honey buns when Ken ran through the door.

"Ken! Why are you here?" Vanessa demanded.

"Well, I heard the damn bee was fucking dead and I came over so you can take me back now!"

"Barry's not dead, Ken," Barry said with a cheeky wink from where he sat on the table. "But as for Van taking you back? Not going to happen, unless you're up for a threesome."

Ken screamed. "WHY IS MY GIRLFRIEND FUCKING A BEE?!" He took rapid, deep breaths. "You know what? FUCK your stupid fucking bee lives! I'm going to become a fucking bee assassin! FUCK BEES!" He was screaming incoherently as he sprinted away.

"Wow. Some guys…are just really desperate," Barry remarked.

"It's really creepy, I wish he'd leave us in peace," Vanessa said glumly.

"Leave us in peace…LEAVE US IN PEACE! VANESSA, THAT'S IT!" Barry cried excitedly.

"What? What's it?"

"We can take him to court! Get a restraining order! Make sure the fucker can't come within a mile of us! Vanessa, we'll be able to live without him…you and me, TOGETHER! Together mentally, spiritually…physically…" He gave a sexy growl.

"I dunno…what happened last time we went to court again?"

"…The start of the apocalypse," Barry acknowleged reluctantly. "But this time's gonna be different! I feel it in my thorax! Come on, Van, what do you say?"

A long moment of silence. "Okay, let's do it!" Vanessa said confidently, smiling. "Let's take the sucker down!"