Title: Forgetting Something? Part 2

Rating: PG

Pairing: Charlie and Fidelio

Word Count: 458

Warning/s: Nadda.

Disclaimer: If I owned this, Charlie would so be a tad older. 12?

Summary: "Okay, here's the plan…"

A/N: Er, maybe three parts…

"So, you sure we can make it back in time?"

Fidelio wanted to bang his head into something, anything. Just as long as it was hard. However, being the musical prodigy he was gave him more self-control than that, so he was able to quietly resist the urge. It was definitely an option though. "Look, for the last-" he composed himself, giving himself a silent lecture. "Yes, Charlie, I am positive- no, I am absolutely convinced that yes, we will get to her party in time, okay?"

Charlie grumbled, showing a hand into his hair and further ruffling it's already messy state. He sighed, walking with his male friend on the street.

They were at some kind of mall, one Fidelio assured him would be a perfect place to get Liv her very own perfect present. Which, according to the paper, was "Anything Olivia-like please. But no clothes, if you wouldn't mind, I am quite picky."

…What the hell did that mean?

But Fidelio proved to be wrong.

No store, at least not the ones he'd past so far, were even opened. They all said something along the lines of Closed for the holiday. Happy Christmas, or some other lame excuse.

Che. Christmas was in like, Charlie checked his watch. Oh, well, even if it just so happened that it might be in only 9 hours, that doesn't mean that the stores should be-

"Look!" Fidelio shouted loudly. Charlie noted how it was just like his father's- musical without the intention. It was probably a family thing, but it was still somewhat unnerving sometimes. Regardless of his Gunn-family-analysis, Charlie whipped his head around, looking at Fidelio outstretched finger. He followed the line of sight.

It was by bare chance and luck that Fidelio managed to see the small place. It was tightly wedged between two other shops, and it didn't even have a large sign; rather, it had the name painted on the window mirror. Not to mention it was a purely white from the roof to the window words to the paint and even the door knob, if a tad dirtied by the wear of the outdoors, and with the snow falling heavier now, it was almost impossible to distinguish. Almost.

But, of course, Fidelio allowed himself, I am a genius.

"Olivia's Flower Garden?" Charlie asked incredulously. "You, Fidelio Gunn, want me, Charlie Bone, to go into a flower shop?"

"Hey, I'm gong too! And it's something Olivia right?"

"How?"

Fidelio crossed his arms defensively. "It is called Olivia's!"

TBC.