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Amy got up bright and early to check the video feed, before Natalie saw and woke the house up.

When she had first thought of the plan, she had only wanted them to stop fighting and get along for once. She wanted Sinead to see that Hamilton was sorry and forgive him. She didn't need them to be friends, just not enemies.

And they did just that.

Except this time Natalie had turned the house into a bunch of crazed shippers, who wanted nothing more than to get Sinead and Hamilton to kiss. Amy thought about it a little longer. She had never even had a thought about the two of them ever getting together. In fact if someone had said that Hamilton and Sinead fought because they were in love, she would have laughed so hard milk would come out of her nose (it had happened to Dan before).

She skimmed through the security tapes, cutting and pasting the romantic moments into one concealed file that only she knew the password too.

"What are you doing, love?" a voice said from behind her. She became startled and spun her chair back in a swift and short moment.

Ian was standing behind her his head slightly lowered to look over her shoulder. She scanned his body to see that he still stood in his pajamas. He wore red and blue plaid pants and fuzzy red slippers. He had on a white tank top that clung to his chest and had the madrigal crest over his heart. His hair and complexion was perfect as usual, and he had a grin that said 'You like what you see?'

"Oh, its just you", she said boredom dripping from her voice.

"Just me? Oh, well that's offensive". The spreading grin on his face showed her it wasn't. He pulled up a chair next to her and sat down. He just stared at her.

"Um… what do you want?" she asked. She was starting to get a little freaked out by him just staring at her the entire time.

"Waiting for you to answer my question".

"Which was…?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm editing the video so Natalie wont be screaming in our ears again", she answered. Every time Sinead and Hamilton hugged or got less than a foot away from the other, Natalie was right behind the desktop waiting for it.

"Then wont we have to keep them locked on the room until Natalie sees them together?" Ian asked. He had a point, which is exactly why she saved it to another file.

"Yes, so I saved all of their intimate moments to a separate file that only I know the password to access", she said smugly.

"Is it Saladin39?"

"That only you and I know the password to access", she corrected herself. He gave a quick chuckle before joining her to watch the video.

After all the video was edited, Amy and Ian went downstairs to the kitchen to have breakfast. "I guess when you think about it, they would be a really good couple".

"What?" Ian asked.

"Sinead and Hamilton. They would be rather cute, I think. They are pretty much the definition of opposites attract", Amy said. She gave a small laugh as they sat down at table with Ian, holding a box of cheerios and a jug of milk.

Ian looked up at her, "Imagine if all opposites attracted, the Starling boys would be with the Holt girls".

"Dan would be with Natalie".

"Jonah would be with Nellie".

"Wait, she's like five years older than him", Amy said. Ian just shrugged.

"You would be with me", Ian mumbled under his breath. Amy just happened to be close enough to hear and a blush spread over her cheeks.

To be honest, after the whole Hamilton and Sinead business she was hoping that maybe she and Ian could work out. She had known that it wasn't Ian's fault for anything that had happened on the clue hunt, it was Isabelle's. He wanted to do anything he could to make his mother proud, but she was always disappointed in him.

She looked over to Ian and wondered what he would think of them together. Would he be disgusted? Would he really like her? Ugh, Amy thought, this love stuff gives you a headache.

Amy pushed those thoughts away and ate her breakfast.

Sinead couldn't go to sleep that night.

All she could think about was Hamilton. It was intoxicating.

She thought of his thin roughly hair, his mesmerizing, ocean blue eyes, and his amazing smile that could only be described as the definition of perfect. She thought of his biceps that she was once held in and his rock hard abs that she had washed sauce off of. And then she thought of his overall personality. He was the most kind and caring boy she had ever met, he was strong and athletic, and he did so much to make her time trapped in the bunker as good as possible.

She looked at the clock and realized that it was already seven in the morning. She groaned and threw a pillow over her head. When she turned over she realized Hamilton was already out of bed and probably waiting for her.

She grudgingly pulled herself out of bed and out to the kitchen.

When she got into the kitchen she noticed Hamilton sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal with a glass of apple juice.

He looked up to her, "Sinead, you look horrible!" he exclaimed.

"Thanks", she muttered, "just what every girl wants to hear".

"Sinead, how much sleep did you have?" he asked hesitantly.

"I don't know… none I guess".

He abruptly got of and walked over to her. Before she could ask what he was doing, he picked her up bridal style and started towards the bedroom. "Hamilton what are you doing, put me down", but the entire struggle was useless with her weak and sleepless body.

He dropped her on the bed and sternly said, "Stay", before walking out of the room. Unable to do anything else, she went back under the covers and waited for him to come back. He came back carrying a tray with a bowl of cereal and a glass of chocolate milk.

"You will eat the food, then stay in bed till you fall asleep. Got it?" he told her sternly. He placed the tray on her bedside table. And handed her the glass of warm chocolate milk.

"Why?"

"Because", he said, "mom always says that if you don't have a good sleep, you don't have a good day, and if you don't have a good day, you don't have a good sleep, and the cycle goes on".

She gave a small laugh, but did as he said anyways. The warm milk calmed her body down and she had decided against eating the cereal. She laid back into the bed and listened from the kitchen where Hamilton was singing what suspiciously sounded like Katy Perry's 'E.T.' She stifled a laugh and threw her head back on the pillow. Hamilton had many talents. Singing was defiantly not one of them.

She got mad at herself for letting her mind travel back to Hamilton. It was the reason he told her to sit in bed in the first place. Just last night she had admitted to liking him, she didn't want to get no sleep obsessing about him.

She decided if she was going to think of him she was going to at least think of something to help her fall asleep. She thought of his warm embrace around her when he had given her the necklace and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Hamilton waited in the kitchen for Sinead to fall asleep. He wouldn't admit it, but he didn't get much sleep either. He had spent the majority of the night thinking of her. He sounded obsessed. And he had to argue with himself to tell him he wasn't.

He thought that the closest to her liking him would be a kind conversation, but now he felt like he actually had a chance with her. It was a long shot, but it seemed like she may have grown to possibly like him like he liked her or at least that's what he hoped.

He walked into the bedroom about an hour later to see her passed out on the bed, the left leg hanging off the side.

He smiled. She was beautiful in her own way. He walked over to her and gently lifted her leg onto the bed. He threw the covers on her and slowly backed away to the kitchen. But not before he stopped at the doorway and whispered, "I love you".

A/N: I don't even have to guess if this chapter was cheesy or not. Oh, and a message to Z rocker, I know the title is weird. I have learned to live with it.