While Evil was taking a bath to get rid of all the blood in his fur, Flippy and Flaky sat on the couch and sighed, the former doing all the sighing, Flaky was just swinging her legs back and forth as the bear pressed a paw to his throbbing head.

"I guess we were fools to believe he had changed," Flippy said, holding his head in disappointment.

Shaking her head, the female thought before she spoke, wording her sentence carefully. "No, he has changed, he just . . . is struggling to comprehend things. If he hadn't he would have killed both of us back there." Flaky replied.

"You're probably right, he is getting better, even I realize that."

All of a sudden, Evil's voice rang out. "It's peanut butter jelly time, peanut butter jelly time, peanut butter jelly time!"

"I stand corrected." Flippy said, sighing and pressing a paw to his face.

Flaky tried not to giggle as Evil continued singing, a few seconds later he walked in with a towel around his waist. "Where's the baseball bat we used to use?" He asked.

"What are you up to?"

Evil mock-flinched and pretended to be hurt, "Oh blood brother of mine, whatever do you mean?"

Blood brother? That's a new one. Flippy, trying not to groan in confusion, pointed to the closet.

Evil rummaged through the cluster of junk before pulling out a worn wooden bat. "Oh yeah, peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat!" He shouted, before running into the bedroom.

Flaky giggled wildly.

"I truly think he's lost all reason." Flippy groaned.

Sobering, the female gazed at him. "Now Flippy, I seem to remember you putting a lampshade on your head and singing I'm a little teapot once upon a time."

The male blanched and shook at the memory. "I don't want to talk about that."

"Besides, we've got to talk about what happened. Evil stopped taking his medicine because he didn't want to hide from his past." She said, fiddling with the ruby leaf brooch and gazing at it lovingly.

"But he has to take his medicine! Now he knows his past, what is stopping him from taking it now?"

"How would you feel if you had to take medication?"

Flippy scratched his chin, "I'd feel like there was something wrong with me."

"Exactly, so why would we try and pressure Evil into doing things he doesn't want to." Flaky said.

"I'm sorry," Flippy said, then, his eyes twitching in annoyance, "if he keeps singing that song I'll force the pills down his throat myself!"

Flaky started laughing, "What if I start singing it?"

"You wouldn't dar-"

"It's peanut butter jelly time, peanut butter jelly ti-" Flippy covered her mouth lightly,

"One of you guys repeating that song is bad enough, I promise not to goad him into taking medication if you don't sing that song, okay?"

Flaky nodded, her eyes shimmering with bliss. "Deal. I'm going to go check on Evil."

Shrugging the male waved her off, "Suit yourself. Heaven only knows what the hell he's doing. Oh, that sounded like a really lame joke."

Flaky walked into the bedroom and giggled at what she saw. Evil had managed to balance the broad end of the bat upon his nose and was shouting "peanut butter with a baseball bat".

"Evil," the porcupine said softly, startling the male and making him drop the bat, the wooden stick hit his left foot with a loud thumping sound. She winced, "Did that hurt?"

Jeesh, she's so quiet you never see her until she's right in front of you. Evil thought, trying not to let the pain show on his face. "I think my foot just broke." He said, leaning against the bed.

"Let me check." Flaky kneeled and felt the foot, seeing if anything felt out of place or damaged. "I think you just bruised it. Can I ask you something?"

Evil nodded, patting the area of the bed beside him. "Sure thing."

When Flaky sat down beside him she felt a nervous tingle. I never would have guessed that I'd one day be able to sit beside Evil and still be alive. "Well," she began, so softly that the green bear's ears twitched and focused upon her, "what do you do if you like two people more than friends, but can't decide which one you love more?"

"Flip and I, you mean?" He replied grinning.

"Wha. . ."

"Oh come on, did you think I would be that dense? I congratulate you on not using the 'my friend has a problem' method, that one would have insulted my pride." Evil mused, a fang-filled grin going from ear to ear.

"Oh . . . :" Her face began to heat up and she went to leave when he stopped her.

"Hey now! That doesn't mean I won't help you out."

"Huh? But I thought- oh- never mind!" She sat down.

He gave her a pat on the shoulders, "It's funny you brought this up, Flippy and I have discussed you several times lately, you see, him and I both have feelings for you, but we're unwilling to hurt each other." The smile that graced his face was not cruel, it was kind and caring.

Shocked by the revelation she stared at him with a gaping mouth.

"We have been unable to tell which one of us you'd pick, at first I didn't care quite so much, but then, you started doing small things, things that made me feel stronger feelings for you. Like humming that lullaby when I was restless, and how you tried to stop me, that took guts."

"So you both feel the same way I feel for you two?" She asked, pressing her paws together. "That makes it even harder."

Evil's face scrunched up in confusion, "How so?"

"I don't want to upset either of you, but I don't know what to do."

"I have a solution to that, but . . . " He glanced away, blushing wildly, "I haven't brought it up to either you or Flippy yet."

"What is it?" She asked, hopefully.

Dun, dun, dun!

Oh come on, everyone knows that Evil's smarter than he looks, of course he'd figure things out by now.

I'm sorry for the wait, I got sick abit, lately we've also been working on things like the car and the waterline, eh, so many things to do.