A/N: So very sorry for not getting this up last night like I promised. My sister took my laptop for homework and made me forget what I was going to write. Little bitch. Kiddingggg!Love ya Nommers, you crazy, talented, lanky piece of work. I've dedicated this chapter to you for the hell of it. Also because I So yahh, enjoyyyyyyyyyy:D **You may want to read Variegation By TheDemonsAreInside first to get a better understanding of this**

*Nikki POV*

I yelped in surprise, dropping the key. It clattered on the floor and I shuddered, before reaching out and gently taking the note in my arms. "Well hello little one," I greeted it gently. "What are you doing down here? This is a secret place, you know. I do disturbing things with Nutella down here. Lorraine doesn't even know about it…and this is her house! Mwahahahaha!"

I felt the paper crinkle slightly in my palm and I felt awful. I guess I don't know how evil my laugh is… I didn't want the note to start crying on me so I got to the matters at hand, fishing my phone-torch out of my bra and unlocking it once again. I shone the bright light down on the note and it quivered in fear. "Sssh, ssh….I won't be long, sweetheart…." I unfolded it.

The message was short and concise and written in a script I knew very well by now. They're gone, Nikki, and they're not coming back. You'd better not get any replacements, either. I gasped in horror, and scrunched up the note, ignoring the squeals of protest. I bent down shakily and snatched up my sparkly little key, before fitting it carefully into the lock, twisting it, and watching the door swing open.

The corridor was immediately flooded with automatic light. Somewhere in the distance I vaguely heard the roar of Lorraine's Ferrari, but I was far too distracted to let it strike a chord. I pottered into the doorway and nearly fainted on the spot. My flat-screen TV had been smashed, the page 3 posters of Nutella jars posing provocatively were creased and lying on the floor, but worst of all….worst of all…the cupboard had been opened.

My tears were falling so fast I practically had to doggy-paddle to the cupboard (only stroke I can do unfortunately – Lorraine always shows off with the butterfly; blahhh her!) and scrabbled to get inside. Nothing was in there. I let out a wail of despair and began to paddle back to the door. Distressed as I was, I still needed to get to work. Michael wouldn't accept mourning my Nutella as suitable emergency leave, anyway. Besides, I had to patch things up with Lorraine. I just knew she was the one behind this.

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*Michael POV*

At precisely half ten in the morning Nikki burst into mine and Lorraine's office. Dripping wet and with a wounded expression, her clothes clung very nicely to her body. I tried not to let my eyes wander. Christine would never approve – at the first possible opportunity I knew I'd be over her lap getting spanked – and not in a sexual way either *sadface*

She stared straight at Lorraine with massive doe-eyes. "Michael, would you give Lorraine and I a minute? We have some unfinished business to sort out." I sat up to attention when I heard my name. "Mmhm? Yes..of course.." I pulled my jacket from the back of my chair and left, tottering quickly through the halls, heading for my safe haven. Headmasters have secrets too, you know…

*Lorraine POV*

I watched through my eyelashes as Michael left the room. Nikki subtlety locked the door behind him before stalking over to my desk, sitting down, and swinging her feet up onto the table. I bit my lip and resisted the urge to complain – she was going to get mud all over my paperwork if I wasn't careful. "So." She broke the tension in the room with a single word. "You know all about my little secret, then. And you just had to act on it without talking to me?" Her eyes bore deeply into mine and I knew she was hurting. I struggled to form words. "Uhhhh…" I faltered under her stony gaze.

"You of all people should know how I feel, Lorraine! Remember Arnold the Cactus? Your orgasmic garden? Yeah, that caused a barrier in our relationship but we got over it, didn't we? By talking? For fuck's sake, you're a year older than me Lorraine! Surely you're mature enough to see that? Yes or no?

I sighed. "You're right, Nikki. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. I've known about your little room for ages now and it never bothered me before…but today something clicked and I lost it." I looked at her meaningfully and a look of realization dawned upon her face. "Ohhh..it was because I ate your breakfast, wasn't it?" She stared back at me unhappily and tears pooled in her obsidian eyes. I felt awful.

"No, Nik! Don't cry! Shit, I'm sorry…it shouldn't have turned out this way! Dammit.." I took both her hands in mine. "We'll go to Sainsbury's after work, ok, and we'll get you some more Nutella and posters, yeah?" She blinked up at me, and for a moment I thought she would pull away. But instead she grinned back at me. "Yeah…we could have breakfast together, as well? And…." She faltered and I squeezed her hands. "Yes, Nik? Come on, tell me…."

"Well…I just….thought maybe we could get you another Arnold? But we don't have to, if you think it could cause a relapse?"

I smiled warmly back at her and leaned forward to lick a bit of Nutella off the tip of her nose.

"That sounds great."