The first thing Skylar saw when she got upstairs was Oliver's chest; covered with a jacket of course, as her face was being pressed into it while he held her in a tight embrace. The warmth of his jacket felt good after her traumatic experience, even though she had never really had any fear; she had trusted her team.

Chase left the two of them to talk, and headed over to the couch where Bree and Kaz were sitting.

"Are you okay? What happened? Does your neck hurt? Is there anything I can do? Do you need something to eat?" Oliver's concern showed more obviously then Mr. Davenport's and Chase's ever had. It was painted across his face in large, swooping brushstrokes. It made Skylar feel bad to know so many people cared about her. Because they only cared about the Skylar that they thought they knew.

Still, it was still a little comical how concerned he was about everything, and Skylar couldn't help laughing a little.

"What is it?" he asked, curious how she could be so cheerful after nearly dying.

"I'm fine Oliver, I just hit my back a bit. No big deal. And as for the other questions, I could really go for a grilled cheese right now."

"Are your sure you're okay?" he asked, still not fully believing the miracle taking place before his eyes. Skylar's strength persevered in anything she did.

"Yes, I'm sure Oliver. But thank-you for caring so much. It really means a lot." Skylar smiled up at him, her perfect alien teeth shining like freshly bleached tile.

It was the hardest thing in world for Oliver not to reach over and kiss her right now.

Instead, he reached across and gave her another quick hug.

"Well, I guess I've got a grilled cheese to make." Skylar smiled again. The two of them made their way over to the kitchen counter, where Skylar sat as he made her a sandwich. The two of them talked and laughed together as he cooked. If Oliver had had the power to look into the future, and choose to do so this very minute, Oliver hoped that this exact scene would be playing in twenty years. Except with one difference. He hoped that in twenty years he would not be cooking for Skylar, his friend, but instead for Skylar, his wife.

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Kaz didn't know when he had started having feelings for Bree, and he still wasn't really sure what it was about her that made him so attracted to her. It wasn't really for her beauty, even though she was beautiful; but, he had been with Stephanie for a while, and he had to admit that Stephanie did top Bree on the beauty scale. It couldn't really be for her personality, either, since he hadn't really known her all that long. And for that time period that he had known her, she had pretty much done nothing but nag him about what he was doing wrong. She was always the neat one who wanted everything to be the girly version of 'perfect,' and he was the one who always wanted everything to be the guy version of messy. So it might have seemed like they were polar opposites, but there was definitely something about her that made him want to explore his feelings a little bit more.

So he was going to ask her out on a date. He felt that the straightforward approach was better then a dating trick of games and loving glances from a distance. He had watched Oliver struggle through his love for Skylar for such a long and pathetic time that he knew that wasn't what he wanted with Bree. He just wanted to go out with her, spend a bit of time together, and see if they had something or if it was just his messy imagination.

He had his goal in mind as he walked up to her and Skylar's door and knocked, but the words kind of died in his mouth when she opened the door. Suddenly all the dating experience he had gotten in high school and in his brief time going out with Stephanie faded in an instant.

"Hi Kaz! What's up?" she asked in her flouncy manner, pushing some stray strands of hair to the side of her head and tucking it behind her ear.

"Oh, well, you know…" mumbled Kaz in a nervous voice, creating a rather comical tv-ready scene.

It took them a few minutes to actually strike up a conversation that could be continued, and they chatted for a few moments about the team and about Skylar.

Then, Kaz sprung the question; 'would you like to go out sometime?'

And, surprise to all surprises; she said yes!

Kaz was incredibly happy when he heard that, and decided to leave before he did something stupid and made Bree change her mind.

"Okay, well, bye then!" he waved, turning around and heading back where he had come from.

"Bye!" called Bree after him.

There was definitely a spring in his step and he walked away down the hall.

Bree shook her head as she closed her door, smiling to herself. "What an odd little boy he is," she said to her room. Even so, she was excited about their date, and anxious to see if there was more to the feelings of attraction she had been experiencing recently.

He had a way about him that made her feel special somehow, which was shown in his caring manner. He was clumsy and messy, sure, but he was incredibly sweet at times too.

"Should be interesting," she said to her wall, before stepping away from her door and further into her room, with just a hint of a smile on her face.