This one is, if not my favorite, very high up there, as I experienced the very same thing last year, and was equally as stubborn. Thank you for all the reviews...even if I did sort of force/beg for them haha. So I hope you enjoy!


"This isn't exactly a one man quest for the Holy Grail." Taylor stated, arms crossed and foot tapping, her thoughts tight-rope walking the apparently thin line between being annoyed and finding the situation hilarious.

"I know that." Eric grunted out, crutches secured firmly under his arms as he valiantly tried, once more, to open the front door to his house.

"I could help you." Taylor suggested, her hand already curled around the handle.

"No! I can do this." He leaned forward hazardously, casted foot rising higher off the ground as he tilted and Taylor imagined all the ways this was bound to go wrong. Just before his hand grabbed a hold of the door, he knew he had reached the furthest angle he could possibly go before he became best friends with the ground, so he stopped and straightened back up. His frown increased as he glared daggers at the offending door, trying with all his might to pull a Jedi mind trick and open it.

Taylor sighed and rolled her eyes. "Eric really, it's not a big deal, you're still adjusting." She was trying to be nice, since it was her fault he had broken his leg in the first place. But to be fair, who knew that jackets…and other articles of clothing…could substitute as a slip-n-slide?

Giving up on psychically opening the door, he crutched himself forward another step, managed to grab the handle, turn, and pull it open. Grinning triumphantly, he looked between the open door and Taylor. "See! I told you I could do it." Eric stated smugly, overly pleased with this accomplishment.

"Uh huh…so how do you plan on getting inside?" At this question, Eric came to the sad conclusion that he was standing on the wrong side of the door, and at that angle, there was no way he could keep it open by himself and get into the house. Having seen enough and deciding that she'd come out and help if he still hadn't made it inside in an hour, Taylor slipped through the entry way right before Eric released his grip and let the door slam shut.

He stood completely still for a few minutes, assessing the situation. There had to be some way into his own home. They wouldn't let people move around on their own with crutches if they couldn't enter or exit places, would they? It was a safety hazard, of course they wouldn't. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed the knob once more.

It might not be the most epic, or even meaningful, of quests, but he WAS going to find a way to open and get through that damn door.