Hi people! Thanks for all your kind reviews on the previous chapter. Sorry it took me so long to update this. This is a very short chapter, but I just wanted to get something out! Anyway, I'll try to write more often in the future. Also, I did change my username to WeatherSystems, so sorry if that causes any confusion... Anyway, I tried to put in some British lingo, so sorry if any actual British people are reading this, because I probably failed horribly. Feel free to come at me with your teapots and whatnot... Thanks again, and I hope you enjoy!

Alfendi awoke the next morning feeling so incredibly rested, a feeling completely alien to him. He had no problem opening his eyes immediately, revealing to him that he was not in the Mystery Room, where he was used to waking up. A huge grin spread across his face as he recalled the events of the night before. He reflected also on how much it said to Lucy and his relationship that they had been content to snog a bit and then ultimately just cuddle until they fell asleep. He rolled over to see Lucy still sleeping. He smiled even wider at her beautiful face. Sitting up, a stabbing pain shot through his head, causing him to flop back down.

"Owwww..." He moaned.

The sound and movement pulled Lucy out of her light sleep. She opened her eyes and looked over at the Prof, who was clutching his messy maroon head in pain.

"Tut, tut, tut!" She t'sked merrily. "That'll be th' hangover! I'll get you some asprin. I take it you keep it int' loo?" She gently kissed him on the forehead before going off to the bathroom to find a pain killer. The studio apartment was a complete mess. On her way to the bathroom, Lucy had to step over several piles of newspapers. It seemed as though Alfendi had tried to keep them in crates, but ran out and just stacked them next to the crates. However, "stacked" might not be the right word, as it implies a level of organization. Humming softly, she brought the Prof a small pill and a glass of water. She gave it to him and helped him sit up.

"Thank you, Lucy." He said softly, smiling at her. He took the pill and drank the rest of the glass.

"Would ya like a spot of breakfast? I could fry us up some eggs?"

Alfendi hesitated, "Erm, I'm not really hungry. Thanks anyway."

Lucy looked at him doubtfully. Sitting up in bed, he wasn't wearing a shirt, and she could see how thin he really was. "Nah, I'll make you some brecky."

"Really, Lucy, I'm quite alright, thanks." He smiled at her calmly.

Raising her eyebrows, Lucy said, "Prof, why don't you eat?" It was something that had always been pushing at her from the back of her mind. He didn't always eat lunch at the office, and when he did, he almost never finished it.

"What do you mean, Lucy? Of course I eat." Alfendi's usual innocent smile persisted.

Annoyed with Placid Prof's... well... placidity, Lucy said, "Wha' I mean is tha' I 'ardly ever see you eating in th' office, an'... well... you're ever so thin."

Growling, Alfendi's hair turned crimson. "Who ever told you that my eating patterns were your business, nosy girl? Argh, this headache!"

Lucy was slightly surprised at Potty Prof's sudden appearance, but she persisted, "Well, whate'er side of you it is, I'm gonna get some food int' you." She took his hand and pulled him out of bed, much to his displeasure. Surprisingly though, he didn't persist further. "Most likely 'cause he really is 'ungry." Lucy thought to herself. Once in the small kitchen, she sat him down at the table.

The fridge was a tad sparse. She sighed and found an egg carton with a just few eggs left.

"How do you like your eggs, Prof?"

"Fried, I guess." He said disinterestedly.

After the eggs were done, she brought them over and sat down.

"Prof, like I told you before, we're gonna get t' th' bo'om of ya, because there's nothing we can't solve together." She reached over and intertwined his long, thin fingers with her own. Her voice was brimming with confidence, and Alfendi couldn't help but let a bit of it spill over onto himself.