A/N: Thanks for reviewing and stuff. Here's chapter three. If anyone is GOOD at drawing or knows someone who is I'm looking for coverart.

Fry went pale, probably cold too, but he couldn't tell- his mind was working too fast to be able to focus on pleasantries like body temperature. Bender just figured me out…what should I do? What he always does…lie. Fry's head began racing again, trying to think of a lie that the robot might believe. Skiing? No, too obvious. Drinking? No, evidently that was the truth. Shooting! That was it, last time he shot himself in the leg! It's the perfect lie!

"W-we went shooting. You know how bad a shot I am… and the last time we went I shot myself in the leg."

Fry smiled, feeling the color return to his face. He leaned back in his chair, taking another swig of his slurm (fortunately he hadn't spilled much). Bender seemed to buy it, and Fry continued to calm down, opening his mouth to take yet another sip.

"You know what Fry?"

"What?"

"I would have believed that if you hadn't taken five minutes to come up with it." Bender chuckled and blew a puff of smoke out of his mouth. Fry spat the slurm out of his mouth and fell backwards, toppling onto the floor, spilling what little of his slurm remained all over himself. The backwards fall brought back more than a few memories, but Fry didn't have time to think about them right now. As Fry climbed to his feet and picked up his chair Bender put both of his feet on the table and crossed them. He took a quick drag from his cigar, "Don't spare any of the juicy details."

"Why should I tell you about what may or may not have happened last night?" Fry asked, crossing his arms in a Leela-like manner.

"Because if you don't I can tell everyone about what I think happened." Bender laughed, breathing out another cloud of smoke.

Fry went even paler than he had gone before, if that was possible. He had never thought Bender was above blackmail, in fact he knew the robot had done it once or twice- but to his best friend? Another look at the bending unit didn't consul him at all. What should I do? I know Leela won't want me talking about this. And I know that Bender is sure to tell someone if enough cash is involved. If I just tell him then give him what he wants maybe I can work something out eventually.

"Um…ya know…stuff…I don't actually remember."

"So she was good then?" Bender probed, hoping for a better response.

Fortunately for Fry, Bender started ringing- indicating that he was getting a phone call. He opened his chest compartment and withdrew a cell phone, "It's yours, I stole it the other day." Bender explained.

Fry took the phone and answered it, "Hello?"

"Fry… It's me…Leela." She sounded completely exhausted.

"Hi Leela." Fry casually greeted her, turning away from Bender to keep their conversation somewhat private, "Bender is here so try not to shout."

"WHAT?"

Fry was so startled that he nearly dropped the phone, "Of course he's here. I'm at the apartment."

"Why the Hell did you go there?" She sounded annoyed, which wasn't making him the slightest bit more comfortable.

"You kinda kicked me out of your apartment… where else can I go?"

Leela groaned, not expecting Fry to actually make a semi-competent statement this early in the morning, "You haven't told him yet, have you?"

"No, but he's figured it out."

"What have I figured out?" Bender interrupted, with shout.

"Nothing!" Leela shouted, loud enough for the robot to easily understand.

"She sounds mad." Bender replied, seemingly unfazed by Leela's outburst.

"Do you mind?" Fry asked in the most authoritative voice he could muster.

"I mind not knowing."

Fry opened his wallet and withdrew another five dollar bill, which Bender snatched before he stood up and left the room. At least he can always be reasoned with. Fry though, before he resumed his conversation with Leela, "I'm back."

"And Bender is gone?"

"For now."

"So about last night…"

"What about it?" Fry asked, secretly hoping that she would fill in the gaps in the story he had put together.

"We'll do the usual thing?" She asked, almost seeming to choke on the words as she spoke them.

"What's that?" Fry asked, hoping for an explanation.

Leela sighed, "Fry… this has been going on for years and you're telling me that you don't know how we normally cope with… us?"

"No."

Fry could hear Leela sniffle a few times before she spoke again, "Just don't talk to me, or tell anyone."

There was a quiet click as she hung up the phone. For the first time today Fry's brain couldn't think of something to say, it was as dumbstruck as him. He just sat there for a few minutes, her words echoing in his head. Don't talk to me. Granted it wasn't the worst thing she could have said, but it was damn well close to it. Fry didn't even react when Bender strolled back into the room.

"So how do you feel about finishing the story about last night?" Bender asked, chuckling and rubbing his hands together.

Fry didn't answer; he simply thrust his hand into his pocket and took out his wallet. Then he handed Bender two hundred dollar bills. Thankfully, this was just as good as an answer for Bender. He took Fry's money, quickly checking its authenticity before stuffing it into his chest compartment. Fry stood up and strode off towards his room while Bender opened the refrigerator to get himself another beer. Fry flung himself into bed; even though he'd already 'slept' he was still tired. He took off his sticky, slurm soaked clothes and tossed them onto the floor. Please just let me wake up. Please let everything be back to normal. He thought as he closed his eyes, he desperately wanted to wake up from this awful, dream, world, timeline, universe, whatever it was. Maybe everything will be back to normal when I wake up.