A/N: Hey! Well, I posted the first chapter of this in the middle of January, (January 16 to be exact), and now it's almost February, and I really apologize for that! Don't you hate midterms? They take up SO much valuable time... *sigh*. Anywho... I hope you all like this chapter... oh, and please excuse grammar ^_^

Also thanks for the great reviews last time They were very much appreciated!

Disclaimer: The Sound of Music does not belong to me it, as well as the characters belong to 20th Century Fox so please don't sue me!

Summary (PLEASE READ): Ok, reading this story you have to imagine a few things:

Maria didn't "openly" fall in love with Georg over the summer, (so there was no "Something Good" scene I'm making one of those up in this story ). The Baroness and Georg didn't get married/engaged, and he hasn't proposed to her yet but they're still dating. Maria never left, and she was asked to stay and tutor the children, when the summer was over and she said yes. This story is pure brain fluff a Valentines Day treat

This chapter is borderline PG/PG-13 PLEASE R/R

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"What in hell?" Thought Georg.

The strangest feeling had come over him... he felt not asleep, nor awake. He felt extremely light, yet for the life of him he could lift an arm or a leg. Everything around him was dark... if only he could open his eyes... just for a second.

Straining as hard as he could, he managed a flutter of an eyelid... but the site he saw scared him more. Was he dead? For what he saw looked like nothing short of an angel. He was sure...

"Sir... sir," a voice was calling him, but from where? Who was it? I must know... he thought to himself, and so slowly, just as before, he began to open his heavy eyelids.

There she is... she must be an angel, He thought. Though his vision was blurred, Georg could still make out her soft glowing skin, stunning blue eyes and beautiful light hair. She was captivating.

"Captain, are you alright?" her voice played like music in his ears... Yes, she must be an angel, for what else could she be?

Georg felt something lightly brushing his cheek, causing a spark to shoot down his spine and his eyes to open. He blinked, looking around. This was most definitely not heaven... in fact, it was a place he saw every day: his bedroom. And the angel?

"How are you feeling, Captain?" The soft voice drew his eyes to land on her... but she wasn't an angel at all. Fräulein Maria.

"Fräulein, what on earth has happened to me?" He asked, trying to sit up to get a better view of her. Yet, the second he began his attempt he was forced to recoil. Pain shot down through every limb of his body, causing him to wince and lay his head back on the pillows. He was startled as a second later he heard her began to laugh.

"Captain, you've been seriously injured... I would try anything too tricky."

"I never knew trying to sit up was considered tricky." He responded in mock seriousness.

"Well, considering your condition--"

"What exactly did happen to me, may I ask Fräulein?"

"Well Sir, you managed to take quite a tumble... falling from a latter isn't an every day occurrence."

"Right," He responded with a sigh, closing his eyes in attempt to wash away the pain, "Now, Fräulein, one more thing."

"Yes, Sir?" Her soft voice responded, causing him to feel relaxed, almost at ease.

"Why, is there no doctor here... if I took such a fall?"

"Well, first it's 1:00am, and second, there is no way a doctor could make it here due to this horrible weather--"

"What about Frau Schmidt? Franz?" Yet, he was able to answer his own question: he had given them the night off. And Max and the Baroness had gone off to some extravagant party in Vienna and were not due back for a few more days. Another sigh escaped his lips, "Well, Fräulein, I must say you're quite an angel."

And there it was again, her lovely laughter. Stop thinking like this, he told himself, she's just another governess... there were many before her and many will come. Yet, as hard as he tried, he couldn't get his initial impression of her out of his mind: I know I saw an angel when I opened my eyes...

"Sir... I hate to inform you, but it's about time to change your bandages."

"Oh, and how do you know when it's time?" He asked sarcastically, the words escaping his mouth before he could stop them.

He instantly felt sorry though, as he gazed upon her face: Why would I say that? After all she's doing, and done for me? It's probably thanks to her that I'm still alive! Oh Lord, what in the hell is wrong with me tonight...

"Sir... I--"

"No wait Fräulein," He began, moving to rest his hand upon her knee, "That was very rude of me... to be honest, I don't know what's wrong with me tonight. I'm very sorry... I trust you implicitly."

There it was again... that laugh of hers. Georg couldn't quite describe the complete affect it had on him, though he did know it flushed all the pain form his body when he heard it.

"Sir, you've been through quite an ordeal this evening... I'd be worried if you didn't show a few outbursts now and then."

"Fräulein..." But he never finished his comment, seeing a large smile form on her lips.

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He's got some energy in him, Maria thought, as she scanned him up and down, trying to decide where to began. His chest was wrapped, along with his right upper arm and left thigh.

"Sir," Maria began, "Where do you hurt the most? We can do the bandages there last--"

"Oh every where," He responded restlessly.

Once again, Maria felt herself break into a grin. Even in times of pain, he still is... someone who acts strong.

Sacredly, Maria began to un-wrap the bandages on his left leg, revealing a large bruise. Well, this has grown since the last time I saw it... Maria thought to herself. Sighing, she began to reach for some ice on the nightstand next to them.

"Does it look that bad?" Georg softly questioned her.

"Hmm," she threw a smile to him, "Yes, and it appears to be getting worse."

"I thought doctors were supposed to pretend that every thing was going better then it really was..." Georg slyly stated.

"Yes, and that must be the reason I'm not a doctor... you of all people should know that I'm extremely forthcoming," she responded, not even looking up from the ice bucket.

"Tut, tut, tut, Fräulein," Georg whispered, as Maria returned to the task at hand... a new smile on her face.

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Georg couldn't be sure why, but for some reason he was fascinated with Maria tonight, in a way he had never been before. Could it have been because of his first impression of her waking up? Or was it because of the tender ways she was portraying this evening? As her hands found their way over his chest, he found himself inhaling deeply. She was making him feel things he hadn't felt in years... the slightest touch of her finger, and his skin burned. Sparks flew within him, and his immediate response was to take her in his arms and kiss her senseless... Stop it, He told himself, don't think of that... Yet for all of his effort, the second Maria reached over to handle his right arm he could help to gently reach up for her...

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Maria was startled at first when she felt a hand lightly grasp her wrist. Glancing down she saw the Captain's eyes intensely fixed on her, and she became vulnerable as dizziness consumed her.

"Maria..." He whispered, reaching up with his other hand to caress her cheek.

She felt her heart beat quicken as her skin began to tingle in ways it never had before. She felt herself drowning in his eyes, and she was barely aware that he was slowly pulling her lips closer to his own. His breath was so hot against her cheek, and his caresses so serene, that her eyelids were forced to droop. A soft feeling engulfed her lips, as she felt them connect. It was pure bliss, and she never wanted the moment to end... not a moment with such intensity. Slowly she allowed her lips to open, in attempt to deepen the kiss. Had she been so in love with him for so long that any attempt made by him would have caused her to give in... Give in, She repeated to herself. Give in... what in the world am I doing?!

Startled by her own thoughts, she quickly pulled back from him, gasping for breath. Neither of them spoke a word as they stared at each other. What had just happened? Maria felt her cheeks redden, yet she was sure that they were already too flushed for anyone to notice the change. After a few more seconds, she broke the connection.

"E-excuse me, Sir," and with that she bolted out of the room.

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Please R/R