Hi! I just wanted to thank everyone who's reviewed. I really appreciate it, and even though I've written up to chapter 8 (I'm just editing, making it the best it can be for you loyal readers!) any suggestions, thoughts, criticisms are wholly appreciated. Enough of my babble; on to the story…

Sheba and her Problems

Sheba soaked a washcloth in clean water, and wrung it out so it was damp. Walking over to Felix, she put it on her his upper shoulder.

"Ow!" Felix yipped. Sheba rolled her eyes.

"You've had cuts that almost crippled you, and you're whining about a tiny abrasion?"

"Well Goddess, everything is relative."

"You call me that again, and I'll give you an injury that won't just a need a cold cloth." Sheba held the cloth to him more aggressively.

"Okay then… Goddess." Sheba smacked him lightly in the back of the head. "Hey!" Felix complained. "My head hurts too, you know."

"I hit you really lightly. It couldn't have hurt."

Felix sighed, and leaned back gingerly on their couch.

Sheba repeated cleaning off the washcloth, and returned to cleaning some of Felix's wounds. "You shouldn't have started a bar fight, idiot. Honestly."

"Well…" Felix trailed off, looking down. "I wasn't thinking."

"No kidding. And let me guess: Jenna isn't speaking to you now."

"Bingo." Felix said, swirling his index finger in the air.

Sheba brushed his hair to the side, and began wiping off his neck. Felix started. "Don't do that!"

"Why not? You're sweaty, and I for one don't want to smell you." Sheba said, continuing.

Felix shrugged. "On the bright side, this is the lest stressed I've been in months." Felix said. "Maybe I just need to fight once in a while?"

"Maybe." Sheba wrung out the washcloth one last time, and hung it to dry in the window. "Felix? I feel weird."

Felix looked up at her, throwing his head over the back of the couch. "Sick weird, nervous weird?…" He asked.

"Uneasy weird." She flopped down next to him, accidentally sitting on his leg.

"Ow… Sheba!"

"Sorry." She said, and slid off.

"Well, how come?" Felix asked, rubbing his leg. Sheba knocked his hand away, giving him a stern look.

"I… never mind."

"You mind read, and you didn't like the thoughts." Felix said. "Spill it."

"Well… this man at the bakery in Vault looked me and Ivan over, and said that we were 'a couple perfect younglings for the masters plan.' And he heard where we were going, Felix." Sheba shivered.

Felix reached over, and put and arm around her. "I won't let anything happen to you, Sheba. Who always takes care of you, even when I get myself beaten up?"

Sheba looked up into his eyes. "You."

Felix felt his stomach drop, but he did his best to continue on in a more parental tone. "And if you want to, we can investigate it. If I know you, you're at least half as bored as I am, staying here and doing nothing until the next trip, which is a month from now." Sheba couldn't disagree with him.

"In fact, why don't we look for some information?" Felix said, eyes glittering with excitement.

"Okay." Sheba said. "Who should we bring with us?"

She could have sworn that there was a slight disappointment in Felix's eyes, but she could have been imagining things. "Why bring anyone? If we bring Ivan, it will attract attention. I'm not bring any of the love birds," Felix continued, meaning both Jenna/Isaac and Garret/Mia couples, "Perhaps Piers, if anyone."

Sheba stretched, and yawned. "You want to set out tomorrow?" Felix nodded. "Then I'm going to bed. Go talk to Piers if you want, but I'm done." She went up to bed.

Felix sat alone on the couch a moment. He yawned too, and touched his hair. Then he rose, and went out the front door, locking it behind him.