A/N: Thank you for being patient with the updates, and for the really kind reviews. It's just; I've kind of run out of ideas. I know we haven't got long to go until the last chapter, but if any of you have any plots that might be of help, I would be truly grateful!

For the past few nights the same memory had been going through Frank's head. It just did not want to leave him alone, as if it were punishing him for all the failed attempts of asking his Dream Girl out on a simple date. It was the memory of the night Stella broke up with him.

It was a good punishment though, it was so horrible that it only made him more determined to ask her the question. But recently the only question going through his head was how?

How could he ask a girl as proper as Stella to go out with him? Thankfully the Mi High Project had been put aside for the agent's exam week, so there were no missions he had to have his full head for. If there was; he would've been screwed. What to do, what to do?

Then it came to him. It wasn't always necessary for the man to do the talking; he could ask her out on a piece of paper. It wasn't as romantic, but it still did the job. And if he wrote down all his feelings that would surly make up for his cowardly attempt. It just couldn't go wrong.

The next day Frank sat on the table in the middle of base, and began to write Stella his letter.

Dear Stella,

For the past month now I've been trying to ask you out on a date, but none of its worked. That's why I've come to this method, not as great as I was expecting, but hopefully through the ink of this pen you'll see a guy who loves you. A guy whom has been heartbroken since the day you broke up with me ten years ago. A guy who will stop at nothing – even in the face of death – to save your life. Please Stella; can we please give us another go? Even if it doesn't work out, we can say we've tried. I just love you too much to let go now, and I hope you do too.

Love Frank

"There," Frank sighed loudly to himself. Now all he had to do was man up and give it to her. It couldn't that hard surly. Oh how wrong he was.

When Frank got to Stella's office, he made sure she wasn't there. He planned to leave it in one of her draws on her desk, to minimize the risk of someone else reading it – mainly Stark. So, he looked to see if the coast was clear, and walked inside. The door was unlocked, so she was obviously wasn't going to be too long. Stella was far more careful to leave it unlocked for longer periods.

He quickly made his way to her desk at the back of the room and was about to open the top right draw. "Frank!" A female voice exclaimed. It was too late. "What on earth are you doing? And what's that piece of paper you were going to put in one of my draws?"

"Stella?" He replied, trying to act as shocked as possible. "Ohhh, so this is your office? Oh, okay. My mistake." Stella gave him a questing look, waiting for him to explain. "Well, glad we got that one cleared up, important stuff this, got to go," and with that, Frank raced out of Stella's office as fast as he could.