His thoughts began turning, his mind reeling. What if he got a bucket of ice cold water, poured it on Philby, and he woke up? That could work, couldn't it? Wasn't it in movies that when someone was unconcious or tired, they would always throw water on them to wake them up? Or was he imagining things, simply telling himself what he wanted to hear?

Maybeck would like to believe that his intentions were good. He really did want his friend to wake up. That was true. Or were his real intententions completely different? Like, say, driven by jealousy? Maybeck drove the thoughts out of his mind, convincing himself it was for Philby's own good. NOT out of jealousy.

"Maybeck, where'd you go?" Came the distant call from Finn.

"Uh, just getting ice!" Maybeck yelled back.

He took the ice from his head and set it on a nearby counter. He grabbed the bucket and went to the sink that was on the left of the room. He turned the foset on the sink all the way, hoping that by doing so cold water would come faster. Sure enough, it did. In less than a few moments, Maybeck had a bucket full of ice cold water. Even the penguins in Antartica wouldn't want to swim in it. He carefully took the bucket in his hands and began to make his way out the door, into the hall and lobby.

Finn turned at the noise of Maybeck's feet and the strange sloshing sound of water. "Hey, Maybeck, wha-" He stopped himself short when he noticed the bucket of water in Maybeck's hands. "Dude." Finn said, in his Finn-Is-Not-Amused tone. "That is not ice. Wait, maybe you did get hit harder in the head than we realized." Finn craned his neck as if looking for the bump on Maybeck's head causing him to go wacko.

"I know that," Maybeck said, rolling his eyes. "The water isn't for me." A slight smirk appeared on his face.

As if realizing Maybeck's intentions, Willa's eyes grew wide, panic arising in them. "No, Maybeck. Don't you dare!" Willa said, her tone even and deathly serious.

But it was too late. Maybeck didn't hear her, or rather didn't want to hear her. He knew his plan would work. It had to work. Aiming for Philby, he threw the ice cold water all over him, the water cascading like a waterfall onto him. He was soaking wet. Everyone around the room stood gaping at Maybeck, wide-eyed at his sudden outburst.

Willa stared daggers at Maybeck, something he had never seen in her before. And now that he had seen it, he never wanted to see it again. It was downright scary. "Maybeck! Why did you do that?" She questioned him. "By sending freezing cold water over an unconcious body,one that isn't even fully aware of whats going on, you could cause it to go into shock!" It looked as if she were about to wring his neck. Or cry. Or were the tears just water that now covered her too? He couldn't tell.

"I-I just thought," Maybeck stuttered. What was wrong with him? He usually always had a comeback or witty remark. But this time, since it was Willa, he couldn't think straight.

"Let me guess, you thought since it's been done before in movies, that it would work this time with Philby." She continued staring at him with her soft chocolate brown eyes. Everyone else around stayed silent, afraid to interject.

Maybeck nodded. "Well, yeah, I mean, it could work, right? It just seemed logical and like something you might do, so..." He trailed off. For the first time in his life he was speechless.

"Well, I guess in a way you're right. It can occasionally work for the unconcious. It's just really rare." Willa sighed, regaining her composure. "I'm sorry for yelling at you, Maybeck. It's just that..." She trailed off, not really knowing how to explain herself.

Maybeck put up his hands, as if in surrender. "Hey, it's alright. People do stupid things."

He then looked around the room, noticing the others and their silence. Finn gave him a look as if to say Really? You're blaming her for yelling at you when you threw water at Philby? Maybeck sighed. "All right, I do stupid things. A lot." He paused. "Uh, forgive me?" He said, giving Willa a sheepish smile.

"Well..." Willa hesitantly said. She looked over at the soaking wet Philby, still peacefully still. She stood up, positioning herself so that she stood in front of Maybeck. "Yea. I forgive you, I guess." She said.

"Thank you," he replied. Some silence followed, and he awkwardly looked around the room. "So..." Maybeck began, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Do I get a hug?" He held out his arms.

Willa looked over to Charlene, as if to say What do I do? Charlene nodded, as if to reassure Willa: It's just Maybeck. Willa inwardly laughed.

"Fine," She said. Maybeck scooped her up in a big hug, his arms wrapping around her. She just stood there awkwardly, looking at the smirking faces of Charlene, Amanda, Jess, and Finn. By the look of laughter that was on their faces, Willa thought her face must have looked as if she was going to hurl.

"You know, I think my head is starting to feel better." Maybeck smirked to himself as he was still hugging Willa.

Willa rolled her eyes. This had to be the longest hug... ever. Fifteen seconds and still counting.

"Huh whaaa?" Came a sleepy voice from behind Willa. She thought she recognized that voice. Who was she kidding? She knew that voice. She would've known that voice if he called to her half-way around the world. It couldn't of worked. It couldn't have possibly chances were so rare, so slim... She thought. She gently pushed Maybeck away from her and spun around. Looking straight back at her was a pair of bright blue eyes, still filled with sleep. Noticing Willa's expression of complete shock and happiness brought a smile to his face.

It worked? Willa kept repeating to herself in disbelief. She couldn't believe it. But here he was, beaming that beautiful smile at her.

Philby was awake.

A/N: Don't forget to revieww! *thinks of something else to say* Uh... Oh! I like saying this: "If Philby was any cooler, he'd stop global warming."

... I'll leave you with that. :D