A/N: Chapter 11: Her Hand In Mine: Regular POV.

Note: Just a fun little detail here; Pay attention to how the other takes their coffee XD

Zak swore he could feel Macy's heart beating through her palm as she squeezed his leg from under the table at the restaurant where the two were currently waiting for the man who invited them to arrive. Despite being assured several times by the anti-matter that there was nothing to be afraid of at this strange meeting, Macy was still obviously spooked by the events of last night and it seemed as though nothing would calm her down. So with a gentle sigh, Zak ordered another coffee, knowing that he would quite a few refills to get him through today.

"Mace, just calm down." He muttered around the rim of his coffee mug as he took a short sip. "You had your time to be nervous last night."

"Last night you rolled over and went right to sleep! Nothing about last night was norm." Macy shot at him, squeezing a little harder in a nervous fit as Zak rolled his eyes and attempted to brush her hand off of his lap.

"Kindly leave my body out of this." Zak sighed, shifting a little in discomfort from the woman's grip.

"I still don't see why we both had to come..." Macy muttered as she shook her head.

"He invited both of us." Zak said with yet another sigh.

"But why?" Macy asked, slowly loosening her hold on Zak.

"Secret Scientist stuff, probably..." He lied, placing his coffee mug to Macy's lips as she took a few sips from it herself. "There. You've had a bit a caffeine, now calm down, because if you leave another bruise on my leg, then so help me-"

"Zak... Why did you give me your cup when mine was sitting next to your arm?" With Macy finally snapped out of her nervousness, Zak felt like her could breathe a lot easier.

"I was holding mine and was to lazy to grab yours." He explained, trying to keep most of this new conversation on the coffee. "Does it matter?"

"Mine is two creme and no sugar and yours is with a handful of sugar and one creme." Macy replied as she shook her head slowly. "So yes, it does matter."

"Whatever, just go back to being nervous." He muttered as he rolled his eyes and continued to sip his drink.

"How long are we supposed to wait anyhow? We've already been here for over half an hour." Macy said, frowning as she finally took up her own coffee mug and sipped from it.

"Mace, do I look like I have a clue?" The youngest Monday all but growled, though he was thinking the same thing as the girl.

"No, but it makes me feel better thinking that you do..." She muttered, shutting her eyes and leaning back in her chair a little.

At that moment, the bell that hung above the front entrance rang, signalling that someone was entering into the restaurant. Macy, in her high strung state, all but flung herself to the floor to hide under the table, only to be stopped and restrained by Zak. With Zak holding the girl firmly around the waist, the two teens looked in relief to see that no one was in the doorway.

"Mace, I think maybe we should head home for now." Zak muttered, standing up and holding the girl upright as he did so. "I think you need to lay down for a little bit.

"Y-you think?" Macy sighed, leaning back into the other's hold as she shook her head. "I'm sorry for being so jumpy, bu-"

"Its fine... Come on, lets get out of here."

The pair turned, and were about to head out when something stopped them. Neither of them knew what did it, but they found themselves seemingly frozen in place for a few short seconds. Frowning, they both cast each other a confused look before attempting to move again.

"Leaving so soon?" The sudden voice had both Zak and Macy whipping around in search of the voice's owner, which came from their original table.

"Argost..." Zak muttered, knowing that voice anywhere despite no seeing the man physically there.

Looking back at their table, they approached it with caution, and found a cellphone sitting in the chair directly across from both of them. Frowning, Zak picked it up and found that there was a call in progress, and he didn't have to think hard to figure out who was on the other end. With a sigh, he put the phone on speaker and grabbed Macy's arm as he pulled her out of the restaurant's back exit so that they could have this conversation alone.

"I seriously wish you didn't pull this crap." Zak began in a stressed out tone. "Mace nearly had a heart attack over here."

"I do apologize for the scare, miss. Macy." Argost cackled from the other end of the phone. "But there is really nothing to be afraid of, my dear."

"Yeah, well tell me that when my life returns to its proper order." Macy mumbled, looking down at the ground and then away. "So what was the point of all of this anyhow?"

"Why, to give you two an excuse to spend some time together, of course." Both teens could sense an eye roll in the man's tone of voice. "But in all seriousness, this meeting did have a point to it."

"What meeting!? You didn't even show up." Zak all but shouted into the phone. "And whose phone is this anyway!?"

"Well, now it is Macy's phone." Argost replied, this time only honesty could be heard. "I have a feeling that for the next little while, you two will be needing a means of communication."

"What does that even mean?" Macy frowned, going over and taking the cellphone from Zak so she could have a look at it. "And I already have a phone."

"Not one quite like this, but that is something that you will figure out later on." The other said, sounding a tad amused by all of the questions.

"Funny, now is that all you called to talk about?" Zak huffed, folding his arms over his chest as he spoke. "That this meeting was a waste of time and that Macy got a new phone?"

"For the most part, yes." The other replied, causing Zak and Macy to groan in annoyance. "But don't be to, disappointed. We'll meet again soon."

With that, the call was suddenly dropped. However, the moment it was dropped, a text message appeared on Macy's phone and Zak was quick to snatch the phone from her to read it.

"Mace, the heck does this say?" He asked as he turned the phone towards her. "I don't speak French."

"It says, 'Tais- toi mon coeur'." Macy read, frowning softly as she spoke. "Thats 'Quiet My Heart' or in some translations, 'Shut up, My Heart'... Its a song, and under it is time for some reason."

"The heck does any of this have to do with anything?" Zak pouted, returning the cellphone to the girl. "It doesn't make any sense."

"It makes perfect sense, Zak. The album that 'Tais- toi Mon Coeur' comes from was made into a book and then into a movie. If my hunch is correct, this may be a show time."

Rolling his eyes, Zak watched as Macy grabbed his arm suddenly and began dragging him to the nearest movie theater with the intentions of either disproving or proving her hunch. Not that he really minded, as he was relieved that she was back to her normal self for once.