Disclaimer: I don't own SpongeBob SquarePants. He and the rest of the characters belong to their rightful owner, the genius; Stephen Hilenburg.

Notes: As a Spandy fan, I'm quite happy that SpongeBob and Sandy's zodiac signs mould together extremely well (you should check it out). Thanks for the reviews and enjoy!

Title: Compatibility


Fists! Fire! Competitiveness! Perceptiveness! Creativity! If analyzed under a watching eye, there's also passion lurking around. Their sparing session was intense session today. Scratch that, every karate session that occurred between the sponge and squirrel was intense. By sparing for years with each other, they had both (but mostly SpongeBob) improved their skills of: agility flexibility and strength as well as gain a few more.

"Impressive moves, SpongeBob!" she called out. "But I've seen it before." the squirrel taunted.

Ms. Cheeks wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of the green karate glove. Sparing was such a workout! The Texan settled into herself into a back stance, the 'Kokutsu Dachi'. Patiently, she waited for SpongeBob's next attacks. He had been a bit spontaneous this session, creative was another word for it.

He shook it away with a confident smile on his face. The yellow fry cook refused to let her taunt get to him. She was trying to distract him, get a rise out of him, make him lose his focus so he wouldn't see her next strike targeted at him.

"Feast your eyes, on this San-day!" the sponge yelled out loud.

He bolt towards her at a dashing speed, that imprinted dark foot marks on her grass. Up, he leaped in the air, with all the joints of in finger in his right-forming what seemed to be a karate punch. She had expected this. It was SpongeBob after all and he sure loved repeating the same things over and over again. Sandy had expected this direct move from him so she was prepared but she wasn't prepared for a change in his movements.

He had tricked her!

The sponge in mid-air, performed a front roll over Sandy's head. When landing, with both feet on the ground, he crouched down low and swept his left leg behind him.

Karate had defiantly taught the sponge skills in imaginations, tactics and the element of surprise-he obviously absorbed these lessons in glee because he was a lover of learning. Still, she had known the sport long ahead the sponge, so Sandy, just in time had reacted quickly and hastily so, performed a back-flip without the requirement of her arms. She landed herself in a crouch, in front of SpongeBob.

He grit his teeth in annoyance. 'Fish paste!' the sponge thought. 'She's too quick on her feet.' he remarked. He then remarked that she, Sandy Cheeks was in front of him, crouched like him. When eye contact was established, the two collapsed on the grass, and burst laughing. To them, is seemed funny on how this sparing session was remarkably different from the rest.

"If I do declare, I think a break is in order." said the squirrel.

"I think your right on that Ms. Cheeks."

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It was a normal Sunday for SpongeBob today. Greetings to Sandy, sparing, eating cookies and drinking tea, talking and then it was farewell until next time. Two out of five had happened today and now he was on the fourth one.

"You really gave me a run for my money during that sparing session Sandy." commented the sponge.

Sandy placed her tea down and directed her smile to the sponge. "Same goes to you, partner. You were about as friendly as fire ants with that sweeping kick of yours." she said.

"I had to change my moves since they were so predictable for you."

"True, true. It was amazing on how you were able to change tactics and confuse yer opponent. You've come along way SquarePants," said the squirrel, not realizing that her compliment flushed the sponge all over. It was a big deal for him to impress her, it had been quite recently. "It all proves to me that you truly are a Cancer."

'Cancer? Isn't that a terrible disease?' he thought. "Um, what do you mean when you say Cancer, Sandy?" SpongeBob questioned.

"Well, don't y'all know about the concept of a zodiac?" The sponge shook his head. 'I guess folks down here don't know about astrological signs' she pondered. "Do ya' know about astrology at least?"

"Hmm, as-trl-o-gy. I know whatcha talking about! Astrology, the movements and relative positions of celestial bodies which we interpret by personality or traits."

"Yeah! That's it, SpongeBob. Zodiac sign is related heavily to that description."

It dawned on the sponge that by constellation in the sky, his whole demeanor: the way he acted in situations, his quirks, how we was as a person. It was all determined by this symbol of a Cancer.

"So, however Cancers are like is how I am?" he asked Sandy.

"Oh silly, don't ruffle yers feather in a conniption. The concept of the zodiac sign originated in Babylonian astrology which I can tell ya' was thousands of years ago. Sure nuff, some descriptions might be coincidental to seem to like yours but it ain't one-hundred percent correct...I'll be back in a sec." When finished speaking, she ran into her actual 'tree' house.

Sandy came out her tree house with a satisfied smile on her face. SpongeBob noticed that held in Sandy's hands was a: large silver coloured, worn-looking, hardback book. She sat down in the shade of her tree with her back against the trunk. She beckoned for the sponge to come over and sit beside her.

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"This a book on celestial bodies. It's got all of 'em since y'all is stressin' over yers. We'll read it together an' see how closely related you are with yours," The Texan skimmed through the pages until she found the designated zodiac sign belonging to SpongeBob. "Taurus, Gemini, Cancer! Looky here, you're sign is a crab and yer season is Summer."

'Okay, I'm a cheerful fellow so my season in Summer makes sense, but why a crab?' he questioned in his mind.

Then squirrel placed the book in the sponge's lap since he was the one, the most intrigued in his zodiac sign. "Go ahead, check it out. Read out yer traits an' personality."

The sponge did. Beginning with the sentence that Cancers (which meant him also), live a serene and harmonious life. SpongeBob smiled at that. He read on that Cancers, loved helping family and friends-the quote in the book literally said 'the more the merrier', it couldn't be more true to the fry cook. He read on further to discover that Cancers tended to be patriotic and overly sensitive. He did love Bikini Bottom and was a sympathetic individual (which the book did say). Another fact was that Cancers cried a lot more than the average person. That piece of information did not settle well with the sponge.

"T-that's not true. I don't cry a lot," he stated defensively. SpongeBob asked the squirrel for her opinion. "Ain't that right Sandy?"

"...Well..." she said hesitantly.

"You think it's true, don't you?"

She sighed. "All I'm sayin' SpongeBob, is that you did agree that you were overly sensitive."

"Yeah, but-" he started.

"Not, buts. If you can't take it don't believe it, but if you're are gettin' defensive like a grizzly mother bear, then there must be some truth."

The sponge had nothing to say to that. Still interested in zodiac signs, he went through the book finding out that his best friend Patrick was a 'Pisces': they tended to have trouble distinguishing fact from fantasy. His co-worker Squidward was a 'Sagittarius': they were outspoken in their beliefs to the point of exaggeration. Now, the sponge was in pursuit of finding Sandy's designated astrological sign the most.

"November 17th, November 17th...there it is! Hey Sandy," SpongeBob called out. "You're a Scorpio!" he exclaimed in delight.

"Oh, I know I am. What's it say about my kind?"

The sponge skimmed through the text. "Er, it says that Scorpions love extreme sports and taking chances."

Sandy smirked. "I can't argue to that." she replied.

SpongeBob continued with the description of Scorpio traits. Apparently, they were clever, serious individuals with an immeasurable curiosity within them. They urged themselves to learn about others which was probably why they were adept investigators-with a keen sense of intuition.

"Short tempers at times as well as incredibly stubborn. They have the ability to become vindictive in no time fla-" said the yellow male, cutting his sentence off as the squirrel told him to 'hold up a minute'.

"Short tempered? Stubborn? I ain't like that."

"Isn't that right SpongeBob?" she demanded. He didn't know how to respond because, problem was that the sponge kind of agreed with what the book was saying.

He didn't dare add a snide tone to his voice cause he knew he was walking a egg shells here. "Well, er w-weren't you the one who said earlier that 'if you can't take it don't believe it, but if you're are getting defensive like a grizzly mother bear, then there must be some truth'?"

The squirrel hated when the things that came around actually came back to hit her. "W-whateva," she said bashfully. "This astrology stuff was invented thousands of years ago, so it's not exactly one hundred percent correct."

'Yup, Sandy is definitely a Scorpio.' thought secretively the sponge in his mind.

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Against Sandy wishes, the porous sponge still flipped through the book of astrological signs, wanting to know more upon how it all started, instead he stumbled upon compatibility.

"Astrological compatibility," he said. "See the level of the relationship between you and your partner's star sign. The strengths and weaknesses." the sponge became engrossed by this opening statement and searched for his and Sandy's zodiac sign. Here was chance to see their relationship for what it was and maybe make sense of what he had been feeling for her as of late. The squirrel, annoyed by the book had turned her back to it and the sponge but after hearing his happy murmuring, she was curious of SpongeBob's interest in it.

"Ugh, I can't believe I'm askin', but whatcha readin' now SpongeBob?"

"Compatibleness, Scorpio and Cancer. Our relationship."

"W-wut? There's no need to do that, me an' you, why we're tighter than bark on tree." she stated.

The sponge paused in his reading. "I know that but...aren't ya' curious on why we're so close?"

Even though she huffed and puffed, she ended up joining the sponge on his reading.

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"At first meeting, the Cancer and Scorpion both feel drawn to each other and feel comfortable with each other at ease. The Cancer directly connects with Scorpio easily." said Sandy.

'Heh, this makes me remember the time I met him. I must walked over to him to make sure he was okay after I kicked that ugly clam to the sky. He smiled and then I smiled-I guess he did connect easily to me. Karate obviously made us drawn to each other and setting aside that he was dehydratin' the tree dome, we both felt at ease with one another.'

"The two signs combine well and their strengths balance each others weaknesses. The they understand one another which is why their attachments made to each other will last a life time." spoke SpongeBob.

'This makes sense. I'm the most patient one and Sandy's the one who can lose it quite quick. She's more intelligent on so many things I don't know. We haven't discussed it yet but we both know how the other's feeling by just looking at the eyes.'

"Both are extremely compatible in a beautiful friendship," said Sandy in a soft tone of voice. "and also a p-passionate relationship, for they are...m-m-made for, each other." The second part of the sentence said changed the atmosphere in the room.

"Emotion, passion and power all contribute to their...their strong s-s," the sponge could not voice out the six-letter word. He couldn't even bear to think about it! How had the friendly relationship between a Scorpio and Cancer turned so maturely romantic. He hoped Sandy wouldn't mind his change of words. "passionate attraction for one another. This explains why the temperature of a room goes up when both are in together, in close contact.."

That last sentence was oh so true. The temperature inside the tree dome was going up high in degrees by the second.

It didn't matter who did it first, but the book was fiercely closed shut before they even read the next paragraph. It seemed as if it was enough astrology for one day.

Without saying a word, simultaneously, the sponge and squirrel put a unreasonable, unnecessary, wide distance between each other. After the book was shut, they both immediately became of were of their shoulders touching and the leaning of their bodies; that was close contact! That had been enough to burn up their faces a flaming red.

A/N: So there is hard core evidence on how Spandy works. Thanks for reading. Constructive Criticism and advice are always welcomed.