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chichicutie: There will indeed be DL in this part. I know its taken a while to get to, but I'm having trouble combining the two ideas I want to use into one story without continuity problems.

Poker Joker who reviews stuff: Yes, they are indoors. But if you look very carefully, Quinn says that she left the remote (with appendages) outside. In any event, theres a solar powered laser out there.

I have a name??: Thankies. Sorry this is out so late, I had this stupid school play/review project for english class and had absolutely no time to even think about fanfiction.

girliegurl: Despite my sudden torpidity, I will keep writing.

tweetybaby: S'ok, just wondering where you'd gotten to. I'm glad you like it, and as to that 'longer chapters' request, I'll see what I can do to oblige.

Danny and Lolo

"Would you stop that?" Logan asked plainatively.

"Stop what?" Dana answered absently, pacing across the room.

"That!" Logan exclaimed. "Pacing. Just, stop!"

"Why should I?"

"Because its my room."

"I didn't choose to be locked in here with you, Logan. Maybe, if you hadn't been acting so depressed-"

"Who said I was acting?" He interrupted.

Dana paused for a second in consideration, before shaking her head. "I did. Are you telling me I'm wrong?"

"Heck, yeah!"

"So you really are depressed?" She asked skeptically.

He leaned back on the bed. "Yeah."

"Oh." She stopped pacing and sat down on the side of the bottom bunk. "At the risk of sounding like I actually care, and since there's nothing else to do anyway, would mind telling me why?"

"For your information, I do mind. So no, I won't tell you."

She shrugged. "Your choice." She stood up and started pacing again.

"Why do you do that?" He asked, irritated.

"Do what?"

Logan hit his head on the wall.

"I thought you said that could hurt the wall."

"My head isn't as hard as yours."

Dana snorted. "Says you."

"Yes, says me!" There was silence for a few minutes. "Stop pacing already!"

"No."

"Why not!?"

She didn't answer.

"Dana?"

She scowled. "None of your business, Reese."

"You're disrupting my sleep, that makes it my business."

"You're disrupting my day with your stupid depression, I don't consider it my business."

"Maybe you should." He shot back.

"I don't think so."

"Well, I do."

"Why?"

"Because its your fault!" Realizing he'd said too much, Logan leaned back into his pillows.

"W-what?" Dana faltered, and sat down again.

"You heard me." He muttered.

"Yes, and I want to know what you meant. So, spill."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Only if you'll tell me why you're pacing." He said smuggly.

She sighed. "If you must know, I'm slightly claustrophobic. Now, I'm waiting for my explaination."

"Its because you're leaving." He mumbled.

She blinked. "You're depressed because I'm leaving?" She asked, confused. At his nod, she shook her head. "But you hate me! I thought you'd be happy I was leaving!"

He barked out a short laugh. "Hate you? Me?"

She rolled her eyes. "No, Chase." She said sarcastically, "Of course you!"

He rolled over to face the wall.

"Logan?"

He grunted in response.

"Ask me to stay?"

He turned around, confused. "Why?"

She rolled her eyes again. "Because I will."

He shook his head. "No, I don't believe you."

"What if I promise?"

"The door is open." He pointed out. "And I haven't believed a promise since I was five years old."

"Maybe you should." Dana closed the door behind her.