Hey guys! Long time no see, huh? :) I've finally gotten around to writing a FOURTH chapter! I am SO glad for all of you who reviewed, or sent me messages- even those of you who wanted to know what the surprise was. Well, I wasn't telling you- and I've let you guys go on suspense long enough, so here it is (it's going to be long-winded, believe me!).

-Samelia

(oh, P.S.: Ignore how Delbert's homophobic, and grew up in a French community, whenever I mean "in general", I say it in French...I don't know, I've done it ever since I took a course of it in a university, it's hard to get out of your head! Also, I'm not homophobic- I'm a lesbian myself, but as you can see, I want to fuck up ALL the same-old same-old shit, I want this to be pretty fuckin' original :P).

"Why don't you trust me, woman?" Delbert let out in the parking lot, where various other people looked at him strangely. He stared back at them, but slowly put his hands down and started walking, as if nothing had happened. Awkward.

"Sometimes, Amelia, I wish you were more open minded, or at least more open en général. You don't tell me things!" Whenever Delbert became angry, a lot of his French heritage came out. You wouldn't know it, but Delbert was raised in a small French county a few planets away from Montressor.

"Telling you something is like telling a child to keep a secret; remember how we met? 'Oh, I've got the treasure map, hoy hoy! I'm going to say this in front of people I do not know that obviously look like bandits!'" Amelia stared at him blankly, and Delbert's cheeks turned a soft shade of red, and he adjusted his glasses. "Yes, Doctor, sometimes I wish I were more open minded as well, maybe I wouldn't have married a man." Not suggesting she was homophobic, no, Amelia had many gay friends, but ever since she had been in the Navy, it was assumed she was a lesbian; many woman in the army or Navy were lesbians, and most didn't exceed the stereotype- except Amelia.

They were both in the carriage on their way home, but Delbert, little as we'd know, was very homophobic, despite how intellectual he was. Amelia knew this, and certainly didn't approve of it, because many of her very close friends were gay, or lesbians as well- and he also didn't like the thought of his wife having been, or being with another woman- or the fact that any woman could be with a woman, and a man with a man. He didn't have any religious things to say about it, he just didn't think it was right. Funny, though, he thought Sara being a single mother was fine. Oh, how weird his thoughts were...

Delbert was awakened by a knock at the door.

His first basic thought was "I don't want to get the door, my life is ruined."

Then he realized when Amelia left, she probably hadn't grabbed her key- and maybe it was her wanting to get back in! Amelia was coming back to him! Thank the all might Lord!

Delbert scrambled to get up, and resembled a very I-cried-all-night-and-slept-on-the-floor version of Scooby Doo, and I don't say that because they're both dogs. . . okay, I do.

Except Amelia was not there for the reason he wanted her to be.

Delbert threw open the door, having seen Amelia's fiery red hair through the window in the foyer. Her hair was much longer now, as her short hair had only been a recent change, and she liked it- but she wanted it long again. She had previously donated her hair as a wig for cancer patients, and she figured she'd do it again.

"Oh, Amelia, thank God you're here- I love you, I miss you!" Delbert stopped proffesing his 'poetic' love by the icy glare that he was getting from Amelia. "Uh, Amelia-?" Delbert stared at her, and she had a friend with her, he recognized this friend from a banquet; her name was Elizibathi, or maybe it was Elizzib...

"Morning, Doctor Delbert." She said, her voice low, and definitely not its warm state. This was "pissed off" Amelia. It's kind of like Killer Barbie. Except worse.

Delbert backed up, and moved his arm as to invite her in, but she was already walking inside.

"Uh, Amelia?" Debert repeated, his eyebrow raised higher than any eyebrow should raise.

"Delbert, I'm going to be blunt. I'm packing my clothes, I'm packing my things, and I'm moving out." Delbert went catatonic. He became a pure white colour, a negative shade, and you know that feeling you get when something bad happens? Just the feeling of your heart sinking into your stomach, and the blood from all your limbs is racing to your heart because it's broken, and needs to be fixed. . . Delbert was feeling that, but in the most extreme way possible.

Amelia, the sociopathic woman she was, kept on going, Elizibathi in front of her, asking her where she should start collecting things, but not before she took one look at Delbert, and she, too, raised her eyebrows. "Is he dead?"

"No," Amelia took boxes from the closet that she'd purposely put there in case they did divorce. It was from when she had moved in. "But it could be a posibility in the future," she mumbled under her breath. Sure, her heart was breaking, but not quite. It was love, but really, he was a dog. She was a cat. It probably wasn't meant to be... Right?

It took a few hours, but Amelia and Elizibathi quickly packed Amelia's things- never stopping for breaks, or pausing. Sure, their muscles were throbbing, but Elizibathi was very understanding, and knew Amelia would owe her a favour later.

"A big favour." Elizibathi said as the weight of the boxes she was carrying finally hit her on the last box, and she threw it in the truck.

"I apologize for having put you through this, Elli, but you underst-"

"Yes, Amelia, I understand." She said stiffly, hating when people brought up her past divorce. "Don't ask me advice, either. You never know what to do or say to your ex, but I have a good lawyer that knows what to say, if you need one.

"And Amelia, don't you think this is rather rash? I mean, it's one stupid fight. . ."

"And Elizibathi, don't you think your divorce was rather rash? I mean, you only fought all the time and were never meant for each other obviously, and he was a nimwad, but everyone else kept asking you if you were doing the right thing, and if you should have considered marriage counseling, and you did for two years, even thought you knew it was pointless." Amelia barked back mockingly.

"Touché." Elizibathi laughed, and Amelia joined in.

They were really good friends, and knew each other since they were children...

End of part 1.

This is definitely not the surprise I've got in store for ya'll, but at least here's a chapter! :)