Well well. Been a while hasn't it? Sorry about that m'loves, this is a good three pages long though, should keep you going for a while! Thanks of course and as always to my lovely reviewer-types, and to Helen for betaing! Now, on with the show! Um, fic. Yeah.

Waking up in Naboo's arms the next morning, Tara felt as though a great weight had been lifted. She knew that there would still be times when she'd think about it and it would upset her, but at least now she also knew that most of the other times, if she did think about it, she'd be able to push it away and ignore it, and not let it get in the way of her and Naboo.

God, she loved Naboo.. She'd met a lot of people and had a lot of friends, but she felt that none of them understood and accepted her for what she was, which was, as she saw it anyway, an optimistic yet emotionally paranoid nutbox with an unusual adoration of James May and a strange way of organising socks, quite like Naboo did. Naboo took all of those strange quirks and fell in love with them, fell in love with her. And, of all the things she secretly worried about, that was something she was sure of.

She smiled as she gazed at him, then her eyes caught the clock on the bedside cabinet. 'Bugger.'

Annoyed, she sighed a little and nudged him. 'Naboo. Naboo.' She nuzzled his neck, then kissed it. He stirred. 'Mmmf.'

'Naboo..'

'Tara.' Keeping his eyes closed, the arm around her back pulled her closer to him and his lips found her forehead. 'I love you.'

Well that just made this even harder. 'I love you too. But I've got to get up.'

'No.' He immediately replied, holding her tighter to him still.

'Naboo…'

His eyes remained closed, but she knew that he was almost fully awake now as he whispered 'just a little longer.'

'I've got that interview to get ready for, the traffic'll be a nightmare, and the tubes.'

'We don't need money.'

'I hope you'll remember saying that when we're living off pot noodles in the cold and dark.'

'Chicken and mushroom?'

'Only on the weekends, we don't wanna spoil ourselves' Her finger traced the line of his jaw. 'I can stay for another half hour or so if you take me on the carpet.'

'Then I'll take you on the carpet.'

She settled back down and Naboo finally opened his eyes, smiling as he looked at her. 'You're beautiful.'

She smiled softly, gazing at the canopy above their bed. Naboo had enchanted it long ago, in a manner inspired by the Great Hall's ceiling in Harry Potter, so that it displayed all sorts of fantastic images according to what the observer wished to see, or how they felt. They'd sometimes spend hours looking up at it, Tara's extensive imagination creating all sorts of magical visions, or using it as a template for ideas before actually setting out a canvas, while Naboo would sometimes use it to show her creatures or events he'd been telling her about. Once when lying in bed with him, Tara had looked up to see a scene from what she could only assume to be a shaman version of the Karma Sutra. She'd simply laughed and told him he had to be joking – 'if I could bend like that, I'd have been able to stay with that circus'.

At the moment it looked rather like an old tapestry, displaying something of a fairytale scene, a prince and princess in a castle.

Naboo noticed her smiling at it. 'S'nice to see it like that again. When you were gone.. it was pretty… dark, enclosing, it fell from up there and filled the room, surrounded the bed, until it was just me…'

Tara stayed quiet. He'd told her about how he'd brought her back, although he was suspiciously fuzzy about one part of it, and the others had caught her up on what had been going on in the world while she was gone, but… Apart from when they'd first brought her back, he hadn't said much about his own time without her.

'I missed you so much. I felt cut off, unreal… like I was dreaming a really really bad dream. I couldn't breathe. I went crazy without you, I- well, you know what happened. Trying to find you, bring you back, was the only thing that kept me going… if I didn't have that, didn't have you…'

Tara chose to interrupt there; she felt that if Naboo kept going, he'd only upset himself, and she didn't want that. She knew he'd been through hell, she couldn't imagine what she'd have done if she'd lost him, but it was over now, they were officially past every part of it, there was no point in dwelling on something that's done.

'You do have me. Now anyway, and forever and ever and ever' she grinned, then nodded to the canvas, which Naboo quickly noticed had changed rather radically. Instead of the beautiful and intricate embroidery, it now had something more of a village fair number, simple and brightly coloured, a blue sky and quilted yellow sun, in front of which were the bold and bright words 'Here comes the Sun.'

He smiled, pulled Tara to lie on top of him and kissed her, his hands caressing her skin.

As his hand took hold of hers, Tara was suddenly very aware of the ring on her fourth finger. Her engagement ring. With all that had been going on, she hadn't really had a lot of time to let it sink in, that she was actually engaged to Naboo, they were going to get married.

Wow. Really? That was…. A lot. She'd never really understood marriage. Sure, she'd been happy for the few friends of hers that had done it already, but she hadn't quite seen the necessity, if you loved someone, really loved them, why did you need to prove it with a cake and a ring and a vicar? And who were you trying to prove it to, the world, or yourself?

But now, with Naboo… even if she still didn't understand why, she knew it was something she wanted more than anything else.

Naboo dropped her off a couple of hours later in a quiet side-road next to the radio station. 'You want me to pick you up after?'

'Um.. nah, s'alright, I don't know how long I'll be, I'll get the tube or something. Thanks though!'

'Good luck.' He smiled, and kissed her goodbye.

She waved him off, then strolled around the corner, mentally threatening to get a net if the butterflies in her stomach didn't settle down soon. Yes, she had experience, and knew what she was talking about, but nerves were nerves, and if she didn't get control of hers soon the interview wouldn't go well at all.

She rounded the corner, and looked up at the building. It was old, large, and imposing. Didn't help her a lot, to be honest. The architecture, though beautiful, looked as though it belonged on a theatre rather than a cool radio station like Yawn FM, but she ventured in nevertheless.

The gothic feel of the building was continued inside,

Inside, the imposing nature of the building continued, but the entrance was decorated in a manner far more similar to what she had expected. A small desk to the left housed a computer, a pile of post and CDs, and a goth with a lip ring picking idly at her nails, while the rest of the room contained several doors through which interesting and important-looking people kept flitting, large brightly coloured canvases, some of which she recognised, and comfy purple sofas on which sat a couple more nervous-looking people. One of them, she was sure, was the lead singer of Vince's new favourite band Kukachuchoo.

The desk-goth suddenly noticed her and sat upright, taking the pen she'd been chewing out of her mouth. 'Can I help you?'

'Yeah, my name's Tara Noir, I'm here for an interview.'

The girl picked up a clipboard and scanned it for Tara's name. 'Noir, Noir.. ah yeah, there you are, it'll be about ten minutes if you'd like to sit down.'

Tara nodded and thanked her, and was about to take a seat when the girl spoke again. 'Wait, you're Nick's friend, aren't you?'

'That's right, yeah.'

'I'm Cass.' She reached over the desk to shake Tara's hand, then leant towards her and lowered her voice. 'Relax. He said your interview was pretty much just a formality.'

She winked at Tara, then nodded for her to go and sit down.

She floated towards the sofas and sank down, not even really feeling her weight on the cushion. Formality. Right, ok. That was a good thing. Of course, there was another majorly good thing that was taking up a lot of room in her head, and that was her and Naboo. She only hoped her mind wouldn't wander to that in the interview, it would be fun but not all that helpful…

Ok, interview. Main points. Driving. Knowledge. Radio. Yep. Perhaps she should say a little more when actually talking to her interviewers…

She stared around the room, wondering if the other people sat waiting were here for the same job she was, or for something else. She was about to introduce herself, but the one closest to her at least looked so nervous she doubted he'd have heard her.

Now that she'd calmed down a little, she decided that the place was actually rather nice. The style was still imposing, but in here it was strangely understated, as were its efforts to look and feel cool. She could get used to it here, she thought..

No, stop that. Formality or not, you haven't even gone into the interview room yet, if you don't get this you'll only be more disappointed if you start thinking about how nice it would be here. Behave yourself.

She idly twiddled her hair, trying to force herself not to think about Naboo, and wondering about stopping on the way home for some chocolate sauce. Or cherry… Stop! Or you'll be so far in the world of fantasy that you wont hear when they-

'Tara?'

She twisted round to look at the familiar face behind her. 'Nick! Alright?'

'I'm fine, and you?' He replied, as she got up and hugged him.

'Good thanks, bit nervous!'

'You'll do fine, come on in.' He smiled and held the door open for her, followed, then closed it firmly.

Oooh. There's more to come here at ol'Yawn FM, so stay tuned (ha-ha-ha), and please review! Go on, I'll give you a biscuit.