A/N: Chapter four! Yeah, yeah, I'm lacking on my other stories. I know. And, here's my shameless advertising: For those who have seen the Toy Story series, read "Blue Eyed Dreamer". Toy Story is my guilty pleasure. I couldn't help it. Anyway, I own nothing . . . yet. *evil laugh* Someday, friends. Someday.

Teddy awoke to the steady deep breathing of a man. It didn't take her long to realize where she was and what had happened the night before.

Nothing. Nothing had happened, of course. They'd talked. Fallen asleep together. But nothing had happened.

Unless, of course, you were one of those crazy people who completely over analyzed everything and would think of that as something. Otherwise, though, no one would think anything of it. There was no reason to.

Carefully, slowly, she removed his hand from her body and began to slide off of the bed. There was no need to wake him up. He needed his rest. There was no need to have that awkward conversation about how this meant nothing and could never happen again. It could never happen again, Teddy reminded herself. Sleeping together was most definitely breaking the rules. Not that they had slept together. And who was to say that sleeping together would be a bad thing? Not that it wouldn't be a bad thing. It would be terrible. There. Problem solved.

Teddy was one of those crazy people who over analyzed everything and would think that falling asleep next to someone was something.

Probably because it was.

She couldn't keep her mind off of the man. Obviously there was something between them. Or was she imagining it? He had kissed her.

Then she'd banned him from ever doing so again. Stupid woman.

Keeping her motions slow and steady, Teddy continued her attempts at distancing herself from Henry.

"You know, if I'd really been asleep, you definitely would have ruined that by now." Teddy nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of his voice. She dropped his hand onto his stomach and took a step back.

"How long have you been awake?" she asked him.

"I'm not really sure. Close to an hour. You were sleeping so soundly, I didn't want to disturb you."

Oh. So that's how it was.

Sweet of him. No. Malicious of him. He was trying to break down her defenses. Get inside. Well, Teddy made the decision, it wouldn't work. Not that charming smile or those pleading eyes or those manly hands. None of it would work.

She sat back down on the bed, wondering exactly how hellish she appeared. Things were never so great when she woke up. She didn't have to let him in to be friends. "Did you sleep well?" she asked.

Henry nodded, "Better than ever."

She hadn't noticed that his hand was on her back until it travelled up her spine, leaving her with chills and igniting flames all at the same time. He found the soft skin of her vulnerable neck and traced small circles. Teddy found herself drawing closer to him, her eyes intent on his lips.

No.

No.

No.

She felt his lips on her neck, then tracing butterfly kisses along her jawline. A moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

Yes.

No!

Teddy pulled away quickly, but knew that she could never be far enough away from the man before her. Halfway across the world wouldn't be satisfying enough to stop her wandering mind. She placed her finger on his mouth as if to shush Henry, shaking her head.

Instead of giving her the reaction she had hoped for, her gently kissed her finger, "Why won't you let me in?" he whispered, barely audible above her thumping heart.

"I can't. I can't let you hurt me."

Henry now shook his head, "I won't. I promise you that."

Teddy forced a smile, "You're a liar. You can't promise that."

"You'll never know if you don't give me the chance. And I'll let you in on a little secret -" his voice dropped to a whisper once again, but his playful tone returned this time, "I am a fox in bed. I mean, I don't mean to brag, but I am a sex god."

She couldn't help but laugh. Why did he have to do that? Take a serious situation and turn it around? It made her like him even more.

"You'd have less trouble getting into the nurses' pants. Maybe you should try them instead," she advised him, fighting her inner voice that told her she would be heartbroken if he actually took her up on the offer.

"Get to work. You have lives to save."

Teddy left with a smile on her face.

x

"What's for lunch today, Mr. Burton?" Teddy sat down in the chair next to his bed. The morning had been good. She had managed to do a successful heart transplant on a twelve year old boy. It was cause for celebration.

"Well, Mrs. Burton, I'm sorry to say, but nothing very good. Everything tastes like baby food."

She ignored the title he had placed on her, "I don't want to know how you know that."

"No, you're right, you don't."

"How was your morning? Because mine . . . I feel so . . . energized. I had a great morning."

"That's because you started it with me. Imagine feeling like this every day."

Egotistic men. They always had to do that, didn't they?

"My mouth would hurt from smiling so much if every day was this good."

"Well, my morning sucked. Your book . . . it's bad. I'm sorry to say, but it's slow. I'm glad I wasn't a lawyer."

"It's my favourite book." Teddy was slightly offended, she had to admit. But to each his own.

"How? How can you read The Notebook, and actually enjoy this?"

"It's not the story. See, when I was in Iraq, I had a friend who kept trying to get me to read it. He said that it was his favourite book. He died. When I got back here, I bought myself a copy."

She shrugged as if it was nothing. But this, this was something. She was telling him things. She was letting him in.

A/N: C'mon, review! You know you wanna! :D So . . . you guys are lucky. I have an exam tomorrow that I should be studying for, but no, I'm writing for you. Fell special. ;)