Notes: Wow. I'm absolutely floored by the positive response that this story has received. Thank you so much for all the follows, favourites, and especially for the reviews. You guys are beyond amazing. Your reviews truly motivated me to write more, and I wish I could've updated faster, but this is honestly the fastest I could've updated given that this chapter kind of spiralled out of control, and the fact that I felt the need to re-edit and tweak some parts of this chapter more times than I'd like to admit. That, and I'm probably the slowest writer in the planet Earth. However, I have most of the next chapter written, so fingers crossed I'll be able to update it faster.

I also want to preface by saying that this is my first multi-chaptered story, so this is all very new to me, so please bear with me, okay? Okay. I just don't wanna disappoint you guys if it all turns pear-shaped or something. I do plan to finish this story, regardless. And as promised, I'll get to your comments and questions at the end. Anyway, I really hope you guys enjoy this Specialists filled chapter!

Rating: PG-13

Only You

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Chapter II

Brandon straightened up, wiping a trail of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. With his other hand, he curled his fingers around the cool metal and lowered the weights down and brought them back up again, repeating the motion. His arms rippled and flexed under the heavy weights as a slow, aching burn spread through his biceps and muscles, but he didn't stop. For the last couple of hours, Brandon had been doing various kind of exercises in an attempt to rid himself of stress, but nothing seemed to distract him from reliving the argument between him and Stella. He just couldn't get his mind to focus on anything else. It clawed at his mind like a whining child tugging at the hem of their mother's dress.

Brandon was willing to admit he had been a bit of a flirt in the past. Oh, who was he kidding, he had been worse than that. He was someone you could have labelled as the player type. Every time he had seen a pretty girl, he had made it his personal mission to get the girl and date her for a short period of time before he decided he was done with her and moved onto the next one. It had become a habit, almost. A way to pass his time. Girls were fun and easy, after all. There had never been a single time he had even entertained the thought of committing himself to a serious relationship with any of the girls he had been with before until he met Stella.

Stella made him want more; need more. Being with her was like being hooked on drugs—wickedly intoxicating and deadly addicting. Brandon never thought he'd be one of those guys that were pathetically obsessed with their girlfriend, but somehow, someway, he had fallen, sunken and become one of them. Hook, line, and sinker. And he didn't even feel an ounce of shame to admit that, which was even more absurd. It completely threw him for a loop—ah, screw the loop; it was a real whirlwind of confusion and bewilderment—but at some point the realization had struck him, and in that moment Brandon just knew. He knew he didn't want anyone else but her. Because Stella was the only girl he saw; the only girl he wanted; the only girl that possessed the power to make his heart do inexplicable things at the mere sight of her. Because love made him do things he never could have fathomed doing before. Because being in love made him strip away his ego and want to be worthy of her. Because — God, he was turning into a sap.

Brandon could have listed all the reasons why Stella was the girl for him all day long, but the truth still remained the same: she was the girl for him. And he had always been nothing but faithful to her. It was exactly why Brandon had no idea how Stella could doubt the one thing that she should have known was an absolute constant: his loyalty to her. He never claimed to be a saint, but goddamn it, he might as well be stamped with that stupid, wholesome label after he had met Stella. And yet, she still refused to believe him, avoided him like plague and went ahead to create her own little conclusions, not trusting him at all. It drove him crazy.

"Man, is there any food left in this shithole of an apartment?" Riven grumbled loudly, effectively interrupting the train of thought that the brunet had yet again succumbed into. Brandon allowed his head to jerk around the voice, his gaze landing on the grumpy boy peering into the fridge with his back hunched over. Slamming the door shut, Riven muttered something incoherent under his breath and began rummaging through the pantries. "Un-freaking-believable."

"You'd better not touch my food," Timmy warned from the other side of the room, comfortably perched on a stool beside the kitchen island with his beloved computer nestled on his lap.

Riven scoffed. "Don't worry, pal. There's no way I'm going near that vegan, organic, gluten-free crap."

"Mind your language, Riv. That food is good for your health and the environment," the tech-genius pointed out evenly without glancing up from his computer screen as he diligently kept clicking away at the keys. Ever since the boys had arrived at planet Earth, Timmy and Tecna had spent a lot of their time watching documentaries on world poverty and vegan movement, which then had spurred them into becoming conscious about their dietary choices. "In fact, statistics show that the world hunger could be solved five times over if every person went vegan."

"Is that actually true, Timmy?" Sky peered curiously, a tuft of blond hair appearing from behind the sofa.

"Who cares? It's not like that's ever gonna happen," Riven deadpanned darkly, moving to rummage through one of the cupboards.

Adjusting his glasses, Timmy finally looked up from his laptop to shoot Riven a scolding look, but the burgundy-haired male was too busy on his quest to find food for himself to take any notice. "Yes, it's true — and no, it might not be likely to happen, but it still doesn't hurt to try and be a part of the solution."

"Ha. Finally found something to eat," Riven proclaimed with a victorious grin, ignoring whatever Timmy had said—to which the computer genius just shook his head disapprovingly—as Riven waved around a packet of potato crisps in the air. Taking long strides, Riven crossed the small space and made his way toward the sofa where Sky was currently slouched in and mindlessly flicking through channels on the TV. "Scoot over," Riven demanded, plopping down next to him, which caused the blond boy to grunt in annoyance and mumble something about people not having proper manners. Riven only shrugged carelessly at the Prince's words and stuffed a whole potato crisp in his mouth as he settled more comfortably against the pillows.

"Dude, make up your mind already. You've been at this for more than half an hour already," Riven goaded after munching on a couple of crisps. "Seriously. You're acting like one of those girls who cannot choose what stupid shade of lipstick she wants to wear to the freaking gym."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am—hey!" Sky whined pathetically as Riven, quite literally, took the matters in his hands and snatched the remote control from him. "I was just about choose a channel!"

"Oh, boo hoo. Cry me a river," Riven mocked, stabbing several times on a forward button on the remote control with his thumb before he settled to one of the sports channels.

Sky glared daggers at Riven but chose not to say anything. Riven, however, looked awfully pleased with himself. Brandon could tell that Riven was well aware of Sky's annoyance, and like the sadist prick Brandon knew Riven to be, the burgundy-haired male was clearly enjoying the reaction he got out of Sky. Typical Riven.

Brandon found himself rolling his eyes at the sight before him. Any other day he might have laughed at the absurdity of his friends or cracked a smile at the very least, but today was not one of those days. Granted, it might have been an ordinary, mundane day to witness for the squire, but something about the display grated on his nerves and crawled at his skin, and he just found the whole scene irritating.

"What's gotten you all riled up?" Riven asked, crunching on another crisp. A crinkling, rustle of a bag of potato crisps sounded in the air, and Brandon now felt two sets of eyes on him. It took him a good few seconds to realize that he was being asked a question. "Oh, don't tell me. I bet it's the prissy princess," Riven answered his own question with a dismissive shrug and turned his attention back to the TV like nothing had happened at all.

Brandon wasn't sure what caused another surge of irritation to shoot up his spine—this was typical Riven attitude, after all—but the feeling was there all the same, and he felt an overwhelming itch to swat it away and squish it to death like an annoying mosquito. Too tired to think his actions through, Brandon acted in a moment of impulsivity and grabbed his towel from his shoulders, crumpled it in his hands, and threw it at Riven.

"Hey! What the hell, man?" Riven exclaimed, jumping on his seat with cat-like reflexes as the towel hit him square on the back of his head and fell to the empty space beside him. Oddly, Brandon felt slightly better. Riven swivelled around to face Brandon and scowled, his violet eyes pinched. "I don't know what has gotten your knickers in a twist, but you sure as hell don't have to take it out on me."

Brandon ignored him. "Don't you have a date with Musa tonight?"

Riven froze.

"A date? A date. Uh-huh, yeah. Yeah, I do," Riven mumbled, uncharacteristically stuttering over his words like a little kid who he had been caught cheating on a school exam. This definitely was not an ordinary sight to witness in their household. Suddenly, Riven shot up straight and scrambled off the sofa, brushing the pile of crumbs off his jeans. He couldn't seem to stay still any longer. "I better go get ready or something."

With his hand in his spiked hair, Riven started pacing the room like a caged animal. The colour had drained from his face, and his eyes were widened, and the distress was evident across his features. Strangely enough, Brandon found the whole situation comical and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What?" Riven demanded gruffly, coming to a halt.

Brandon had heard Riven alright, but it took him a few moments to calm himself down and stop his laughing fit. Slowly, his laughter began to fade. "I don't think I have seen you this nervous since the day you poured melted chocolates all over Musa and gave her those allergy-inducing flowers that knocked her right out of the stage. Priceless," Brandon said, a hint of laughter still colouring his voice.

Riven fixed the squire with a dark glare. In his peripheral vision, Brandon caught a glimpse of Helia and Nabu exchanging wary, uneasy and somewhat guilty looks. Brandon wasn't surprised by the exchange. They had been the ones to advise Riven to do something nice to Musa, but somehow their broody friend had still managed to royally piss her off. How one could fail at a simple romantic gesture that involved giving a girl flowers and chocolates, Brandon had no idea — well, not until he witnessed Riven do it. Thankfully, both Helia and Nabu had come to rescue and fixed the mess by explaining everything to Musa. As a result, the music fairy had given Riven another chance to straighten up his act. So, technically, it was not a total screw-up, but Riven was known to hold grudges and obviously didn't like to be reminded of his unsuccessful attempts at trying to be nice.

"You're one to talk, Casanova. At least I have a date to go to," Riven retorted, scooping up his jacket off the back of one of the stools.

"Yeah. It's a crazy world we live in," Brandon quipped back.

"Whatever. I'm out."

After the door separating the living room clicked shut, Brandon heaved out a long, exasperated sigh and dropped his weights on the floor. Restless, he flopped down to the other sofa they had in their apartment and ran his hand through his fringe, squeezing his eyes shut. As he rubbed his hands over his face, he felt an all-too familiar headache forming at the back of his head and let out a groan.

Today was going to be a long day.

"Dude, I thought you were going to fix things between you and Stella. Not make them worse."

It was late in the Friday evening and the boys had finished their shift a long time ago in Frutti Music Bar, but most of them had stayed back to wait for the girls to return from whatever they had planned for the rest of the day. Sky and Brandon, however, still had a few more tables to clean as they had taken a longer break in between their shift to try out surfing — and let's just say it had not been all plain sailing. Both boys had readily agreed that the water sport was probably not for them and made an oath to never talk about it ever again.

"That was the plan, yeah. Thank you for pointing out the bleeding obvious," Brandon commented sarcastically with a subtle roll of his eyes as he reached over for a wash cloth from the assortment of cleaning equipment that was laid out open in the table before them.

"There's no need to get all passive-aggressive on me," Sky countered back.

"Sorry," Brandon replied gruffly, but the lack of sincerity in his half-assed apology was more than evident in his tone, and Sky seemed to have picked up on it. However, the blond boy did not seem to be deterred by it in the slightest.

"You wanna start over and tell me what happened exactly?" Sky asked, grabbing himself a sponge.

Raking his hand through his brown hair, Brandon sighed as Sky crouched down and began rubbing circles into the table with his sponge. "Well, long story short: Stella is still pissed at me. I tried to talk to her, but she was mad and wouldn't listen to anything I was saying. Y'know, the usual routine. But then, when she finally did listen, she practically accused me of cheating on her just because I had given my phone number to Mitzi. A phone number! How ridiculous is that? You would think that—"

"Is it?"

"—she would have . . ." Brandon paused. "Huh?"

"Is it?" Sky repeated.

"Is it what?"

"Is it ridiculous?"

"Well, yeah. Obviously."

Sky gave him a hard look. Brandon arched his eyebrow in question. Sky let out a sigh.

"What did you expect to happen?" Sky finally asked, raising his sponge in the air and dunking it in the bucket full of soupy water. His tone was calm and collected, and it reminded Brandon of those times when his mom would make him sit down, and tell him exactly what he had done wrong in the situation at hand while Brandon would be absolutely certain that he was innocent. Therefore, he had a feeling he wasn't going to like the direction their conversation was headed at. "It's not like you don't have a reputation."

And his feelings had been right.

"That was in the past, dude. I'm not like that anymore," Brandon snapped, his annoyance leaking through the words. It always boiled down to his past, and, frankly, Brandon was getting sick of defending himself for something he was not and had not been for a long time. Contrary to the popular belief, some people did change, and Brandon liked to think he had changed from his "player" ways. If only the others would share the same sentiment, Brandon thought bitterly. With more force than necessary, he shoved his wash cloth in the same bucket that Sky had previously used and brought it back in the air. Droplets of soup-mixed water sloshed everywhere. "What's the big deal anyway? It's just a phone number, which I, by the way, didn't even intend to give in the first place, but you know how clingy Mitzi is; I figured it was easier to just give it to her, since she kept nagging for it all the time."

"That doesn't necessarily make it right," Sky tried to reason.

"Bro, she wouldn't get off my ass!" Brandon cried out in exasperation, flinging his arms up for the sake of dramatics until he let them drop to his thighs. "What was I supposed to do? Have her chase me around every waking moment of the day? No, thank you. It's just one harmless number for God's sake. Plus, she knows I'm with Stella."

Sky straightened up, squeezing the excess water from the yellow sponge before he pointed the wet, squishy object at the brunet. The sponge was carved into a smiling face, and it was now ironically mocking at Brandon with its big, black eyes and a creepy, cunning smile. Great. Now the inanimate objects were taking the piss out of him. "That's the thing, man. You don't see it being harmful, but Mitzi still thinks she has a chance with you because you've been nice enough to her this whole time. It doesn't matter to her if you're with Stella or not. Mitzi will take any chance that she thinks she has. You probably don't see it that way, but that's how she is—that's sadly how a lot of girls are," Sky explained and shuddered in what Brandon assumed was disgust at some kind of memory that had struck him.

Sky was quick to shake his head, however, and resumed back to his work. "That leads to the other problem that you have. You see, you've never been able to deny anyone anything. It might be endearing and shit, but you don't realize that people may use it against you to get what they want. It's pretty obvious that Mitzi has a crush on you, but you're not helping her case. If anything, you're unintentionally giving her the wrong impression. How do you think Stella feels about that?"

Silence ensued as Brandon let the words sink in. A slow, steady, drip-drop of water droplets trailed and dribbled from the wash cloth in his hand to his shoes, and then to his socks, but Brandon was too distracted to take any notice of it. Instead, his brows creased together in an outward display of contemplation.

Brandon hated to admit it, but he knew Sky had a point. It was true that Brandon always tried to see the good in people no matter what the situation. It was how he was raised. That was why he never wanted to hurt Mitzi's feelings and had tried to be as nice as possible when he was warding off her advances and trying not to lead her on. In his defence, while he admittedly knew Mitzi had developed some sort of a crush on him, Brandon didn't think she'd still pursue him after all the times he told her wasn't interested in her. Honestly, he thought she'd have taken the hint a long time ago and stop pestering him, but the girl was relentless and followed him everywhere like a lovesick puppy.

And now Stella was hurting because of it.

"Did you hear what happened between Stella and Mitzi the other day?" Sky suddenly cut in his thoughts.

Brandon raised his gaze to meet his. "What?"

"Bloom says they argued, and that Mitzi was running her mouth off about how close you two had apparently become and told Stella she'd be, and I quote, 'history real soon' or something along those lines. And bragging about talking with you all the time on the phone."

Brandon looked at Sky incredulously. "Dude, that's not true at all. I have never even talked with her on the phone."

"I know. And I heard Stella ended up slapping her."

"Damn," Brandon breathed. To be honest, he wasn't shocked; in fact, he was surprised that Stella had not yet made good on her promise and turned Mitzi into a toad as Brandon had remembered her threatening on that day he had rescued Mitzi from the pet monster. It was the after-thought that surfaced in his mind, which made his jaw tighten. "Did Mitzi do something to Stella?"

"Physically, no. I don't think so."

A wave of relief washed over Brandon. He wasn't sure what he'd do if Mitzi had done something to Stella. While Brandon knew Stella was more than capable of taking care of herself, it didn't change the fact that he'd always feel protective of her. Brandon didn't particularly like when girls fought one another, but he was beginning to believe that maybe Mitzi wasn't as innocent as she made herself seem. Even Sky had expressed his dislike toward Mitzi based on what he had heard about her from Bloom. Still, the brunet had given her the benefit of the doubt and seen her as a nice, friendly girl, but he was now starting to see her true colours.

And suddenly it all started to make sense. Brandon had not thought about how Stella had figured out that Mitzi had his number, but he realized it now. He realized it all now. Her anger, her accusations. The mistrust in her eyes, the quivering in her voice. Him calling her insecure. It all flashed through his mind, slide by slide, one picture frame at a time. A stab of guilt rushed through him, and he swallowed against the lump of bitter emotion rising in his throat. It all felt so wrong now. He felt so wrong.

"I get it, Sky. I was a total jerk to Stella," Brandon finally admitted. He could understand why Stella had been upset, and, hell, he could even validate her concerns, but he couldn't get past the nagging feeling that cut him deeply in the knowledge that she had doubted him so easily. To know she'd jump on the bandwagon and think the worst of him every time she felt like it. "But it doesn't change the fact that she accused me of cheating on her. And that hurts, man."

Sky must have seen the anguish painted in Brandon's face because his expression softened. "Look, Bran, I'm not trying to say Stella was right to question your loyalty to her. I think we all know how much you love her and that you'd never do anything to intentionally hurt her. But I just . . . I don't know, I guess I wanted you to see the things from her perspective because there are always two sides of a story, and arguments are rarely the fault of one person."

Any reply or input Brandon might have had to the comment was disrupted by a shrill ring of a bell over the front door. Turning his attention to the sound, Brandon saw some familiar faces making their way into the smoothie bar, their voices becoming distinct and filling the air with casual chit-chat.

"I don't think roller-skating is really for me," Brandon heard Tecna mutter dejectedly, carrying a pair of purple skates in her hand as she trudged through the doors with Flora on her heels.

"Same. I think I might prefer ice-skating," Flora lamented in the same tone, holding a similar pair of skates in her hand, but then her green eyes lit up. From the corner of his eyes, Brandon spotted Helia approaching the flower fairy, and Flora immediately leaped into his waiting arms. "Oh, Helia! It's so good to see you. I had no idea you were still here. I hope you guys weren't waiting for us too long."

"I'd wait for you until my last breath, flower," Helia told her charmingly, wrapping his arms around her. Flora gave out a content sigh, nuzzling her face deeper into Helia's chest.

"Puh-lease. How hard can it be? Trust me, I've got this," another very familiar voice suddenly sounded in Brandon's ears, and his heart rate sped up.

"Fine, but be careful," Layla told the blonde girl and stepped away slightly as she let go of her hold on Stella. "Keep your eyes forward and your knees bent," Layla instructed as both girls were coming nearer to his table on their roller blades, but Brandon doubted neither of them had seen him yet. "That's it. You're starting to get the hang of it."

"It's not hard at all," Stella announced smugly, looking quite proud of herself. "I'm actually pretty good at this roller-skating thing."

"You're not bad for a beginner, I'll give you that." Layla grinned, and her blue eyes sparkled with mischief. "You ready for rule number five?" There was a dare-devil gleam in her eyes, and the lop-sided grin that had stretched across her face looked anything but innocent. If Brandon knew Layla at all, he was pretty confident that those were sure signs to indicate that the Princess of Andros had some kind of devious plan brewing inside her head.

"What's rule number five?" Stella asked, wobbling slightly in her stance as she directed her attention back to the water fairy. Her caramel eyes widened almost comically when she caught a glimpse of Layla's face. To an outsider, it appeared as though that single glance was enough for Stella to decipher what Layla was up to, and Stella didn't look too thrilled about it. It always baffled Brandon how women could communicate with one another without any verbal cues. "Layla, I swear to Great Dragon, if you dare—" Stella started slowly and steely, but Layla had already shoved her forward.

Stella shrieked.

"Let it go! That's rule number five!"

Layla was cheering and clapping her hands like a proud mother, but all the noises that were produced by her were drowned out by the sounds of squeals that came from the sun fairy. Stella had put her flailing hands forward as if to grab onto the thin air and hold it for dear life, but she soon seemed to realize that her actions were useless and shielded her face with her hands to brace herself from whatever that was in front of her.

Before Stella could have fallen over one of the tables, or stumbled, and face-planted with the floor, Brandon had stepped forward and stopped her, catching her by the arm. Her skates skidded to a halt. The force of his tug and the speed of her skates were enough to make her collide with Brandon, but he managed to keep them both upright. Holding her against his chest, Brandon felt a sudden jolt of spark pass through his body as a strange sense of déjà vu overtook him.

In that moment, the universe around him seemed a little detached, a little blurred. The world might have crumbled into ashes and burned to cinders, and he'd still only be able to stand there, rooted to place, transfixed. Followed by the numb, petrified state, a warm, familiar flutter settled deep in the pit of his stomach, reminding Brandon of how much he had missed the feel of her body; the way it fit perfectly against his; the way it made his heart race; the way it sent his mind reeling, and just . . . her. He missed her. All of her.

Slowly, Stella removed her hands from her face. Her eyelids fluttered open, widening in surprise as his eyes caught hers. They were unreadable, but golden. So golden. And, then, something flickered in those golden eyes, and Brandon felt his heart ache at the shadowed hurt that lurked behind the depths of her golden pools. The emotion was barely noticeable, a faint swirl of caramel brown, but it was there, and it tore him apart.

"I thought I told you to keep your eyes open, Stella. That was rule number one," Layla berated in a playful tone. Brandon turned his head to acknowledge the new presence and saw the water fairy sporting a knowing grin on her face as one of her hands rested on her waist while the other held up an index finger. "Remember?"

"Oh, I will show you rule number one," Stella growled, getting up and skating with surprising fast reflexes and skills to chase down her friend who was now openly laughing with her head bent back while effortlessly gliding away from the blonde's wrath.

Brandon sighed, watching the blonde girl who had made him fall in love with her in more ways than one, and wondered how long it would take him to get her to warm up to him again.

Notes: There you have it, a glimpse in Brandon's mind. I actually really enjoyed writing about the Specialists and their household dynamic through Brandon's POV — which is another first for me. What did you guys think about it? I know I said the girls would appear in this chapter as well, but I got a bit carried away with the boys, hence the spiralling out that I mentioned earlier, but I promise the girls will have more screen time in the next one! And, just out of curiosity, do you guys prefer reading from Brandon or Stella's point of view? Would love to know!

Okay, I'll stop rambling now and get to your comments.

Aminata Toure: Thank you!

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Louri Goldin: Wow, thank you for such kind words! Don't worry, I already have most of the ideas planned out for this story, so it's highly unlikely that I would abandon this story. To answer your other question, I hadn't thought about it, but I'd say neither Stella nor Brandon are virgins in this story. They've been together for quite a while now, and they aren't exactly known to be prudes, so yeah — not virgins. In my headcanon, they were totally each other's first in that particular aspect though. ;)

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