Disclaimer: OK, remember that about him under my bed? He ran away! I can't find him anywhere! I think I'll have a nervous breakdown. Tear, tear.

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Jousting Elf with a Sabre: Really? You think so! You just made my day! I hope Moscow suits you—I've always wanted to go there. But it's just to cold!

Lobo Diablo: With fake old lady French accent "Ees zees long enough pour vous?" I hope this is better:D

Fear the Fluff: Just now? This should have been on your favourites months ago—oh wait, it isn't that old. Oh well. By the way—I'm loving your name!

Mystical Full Moon Maiden: Oooh, scarey. Sorry this is late, you know how distracted I can get! (P.S: Hairy says hi to Yellow Peanutbutter.) :D

Jaffee Leeds: She is rude, isn't she. But sometimes, I just can't control these people! I'll have a talk with Caitlin and tell her to be nice. I love Mrs. Higgins too! And you've only just met her!

A/N) Guess what! Tari just learned how to make a page break! ARen't I a bloody genius!
Luthien: Only because I told you! shakes head Blondes
Tari: Shhhh!


One thing was for certain, Caitlin thought dreamily, watching Boromir shamelessly, Gondorian men might be conceited, but they sure looked good in plaid.

They were sitting on opposite ends of the couch, allegedly watching the news report (although it was becoming increasingly difficult to pay attention to the aforementioned report).

"Who is Ivan? And why does he attack the Realm of Florida?" Boromir asked, eyes still fixed on the screen as a commercial for Tums replaced the carnage left in Ivan's wake.

"Huh? Who? Oh, that. It's just Florida," she murmured, startled, "And remember our little discussion about hurricanes? Ivan is—was—a hurricane."

"Aha. Of course," Boromir stood slowly, "Is there anything to eat here? I'm hungry enough to eat a warg—not a pleasant experience, I can assure you."

"I'm not gonna ask," Caitlin rolled off the couch and followed him into the kitchen? "Are you always this hungry? Never mind. How's about I introduce you to Bob's Burgers?"

"Who is Bob?" Boromir wondered as she grabbed her keys, "It's a restaurant," she replied, "You have those in Gondor, right?"

"I suppose," he said slowly, shaking his head.

Caitlin cracked the door open and peeked down the hall. Mrs. Higgin's door was closed. On tiptoes she hurried to the stairs, followed closely by Boromir.

No one intercepted them, and they made it to Old Rusty, as she commonly referred to the truck, without incident.

As they started the drive to Bob's Burgers Caitlin reached a conclusion, "I've reached a conclusion."

Boromir was too busy trying to listen to all the radio channels to pay her any attention. Thankfully the tuner was the only thing he'd discovered as of then. She knew not what he would do with the volume, but could foretell the outcome would inevitably end in her insanity. "Come on, come on! Quit already!"

"What?" Boromir glanced up innocently.

"You know very well what I mean! Hand's off!" she waited impatiently for him to comply before continuing. "We need to invent a background story for you…and we ought to start with a name—are you listening to me?"

Now that they had entered the commercial section of Pensacola, the traffic had nearly tripled, and Boromir was glued to the window, staring at the traffic.

Finally he grunted affirmatively. Suddenly, she slammed on the brakes as the van in front of them stopped without warning. Boromir was tossed forward, slamming into the dashboard. He grumbled indignantly and returned to his seat as Caitlin snickered at him.

"We have seatbelts for a reason, Bucko."

With no further ado, they reached Bob's Burgers. Caitlin was actually surprised that it was open, all things considering, but Bob was a taskmaster. The parking lot was full of debris but relatively empty otherwise. "I'm ordering for you," she decided to lay down the rules before they went in. "Double burger OK?"

He shrugged, "I suppose so. Whatever a double burger is."

"Good." She ignored the veiled sarcasm, although she was proud that after not even a full day in her company he was picking up sarcasm. They got out at the same time although Boromir seemed to be having a hard time opening the door. The air-conditioning was on full blast, and when they opened the door it came out in an icy surge of wind. "Goosebumps," she explained as she shivered, "Why does the girl do that?"

They stood in front of the counter for several minutes before Caitlin decided that there was no one anywhere in the vicinity of the counter. "Lacey!"

Her friend and coworker appeared, trying to wrap a burger at the same time she was putting a lid on a soda. She looked about ready to cry. "Caitlin I'm so glad you're here! Everything is broken and I'm swamped!" then she noticed Boromir. "Oh. I should have known you weren't here to work."

"Oh no! I'd be glad to help and so would Bo. She grabbed his elbow and dragged him behind the counter. "What's broken?"

"Uh, didn't I just say everything?" she began but quickly added, "The air conditioner would be a good place to start."

Caitlin took the soda and burger, "You mean you didn't turn it all the way up?" she teased.

Defensively Lacey exclaimed, "No! When I turned it—oh. You're teasing me" She grinned, "Those go to the guy in the corner and here's his receipt. Thanks Cait—you're a doll."

"Show Bo the air conditioner and maybe he can work on it," Boromir gave her a pleading look as Lacey eagerly dragged him away.

Caitlin stopped halfway to the booth. No! her mind screamed. It was Ted. Perfect. And he was watching her disapprovingly. "Come on," she muttered finally, "Keep walking." Her feet started forward again. "Here's your order sir," she muttered turning away quickly.

He grabbed her wrist. "Caitlin!" she turned slowly, "Who was that?"

"Ted," she rolled her eyes and sat down across from him. Confidentially, she leaned closer, "We've been over this already. We aren't a couple anymore. Stop being so possessive. If I want to go out with someone else, I'm free to do so."

"So you're—" Ted started but she cut him off, rather rudely she reflected.

"No! He's just a friend, but I don't need to clear it with you if I do decide to go out again. I don't know why you can't just accept that!"

"I just don't want you to get hurt," murmured her ex-boyfriend.

She patted his hand reassuringly. She really had broken his heart. "Ted, you know this doesn't mean we can't be friends. I'll always look up to you and love you—but as a friend. We just weren't right for each other. You know that we would have ended up tearing one another apart."

Ted shrugged, "Yeah but…is he staying with you?"

"Ted!"

"Sorry, sorry." She shook her head affectionately.

"Enjoy your meal and I'll see you tomorrow. K?"

"Yeah," he grumbled unenthusiastically.