Thank you so much for the reviews, guys!!! They mean a lot to me, and I love you all! As for Peter and Felicia… hmm, we'll just have to wait and see won't we? ;) Although I bet if he dates her, I'll get a pocket full of flames saying how evil I am… heh heh ah I love you guys! Disclaimers are in the first chap, and Tobey gets hotter every day.

Peter felt someone rub up against him from behind. What the hell? There was more than enough room to pass by him. Rolling his eyes, he walked closer to the wall. Someone brushed up against him again. Irritated, he turned around. "What!?"

Felicia Hardy smiled back at him. "Hello, Peter Parker."

"Hi… Felicia," he said.

She licked her lips.

Peter stared at her. There was something familiar about that.

"Come over to my desk," she said, leading the way. Peter shrugged and followed her. When they reached the desk, she shoved him down into her chair, and she hopped onto her desk, crossing her legs three inches from his face.

Peter's breath caught in his throat.

"Now," she said. "Let's look over these photos of yours."

Mary Jane entered the Daily Bugle. It looked like what she thought a news office would look like. People running back and forth, the sound of copy machines blending in with the noise. A man walked up to her. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, I'm looking for Peter Parker." She said. She had to talk to him again. The kiss replayed in her mind over and over, and she had to talk to him. But he didn't kiss you back, her brain reminded her.

But so what, Peter was her friend, and since he was nice enough to stop by the diner, all she could do was repay the favor. Yeah, keep making yourself believe that one. You just want to see him.

"He's… oh, there he is. At Felicia's desk." The man pointed.

"Thanks," Mary Jane said, and headed in the direction the man pointed. She stopped when she saw what was going on. This woman was sitting on her desk, bending so low to Peter that it was a miracle her boobs didn't pop right out of her low-cut red dress. Peter had his nose buried in his photos. He said something, and she laughed. So this was why he couldn't be with her. This was why. Because he had someone. Had this floosy at work.

"Peter," she whispered, tears filling her eyes.

He and the woman looked up. The woman was gorgeous, she knew that. But the look on his face was priceless. Like his hand was caught in the cookie jar. He quickly avoided her eyes. "Mary Jane…"

"Uhm… I'll take these to Jameson," the woman said, plucking the photos from him. "See ya later, Bug Boy," she whispered, winked, and took off.

Peter's jaw dropped. Was she… who he thought she was?

"You could have just told me!" she shouted.

"Mary Jane…" he started. "It's not what it looks like,"

"Oh isn't it?" she asked. "I'm not stupid, Peter!"

"No, I… just, calm down…"

"Calm down?" she asked. "I really thought you were different. I guess I was wrong." She turned and stormed out of the office.

Mary Jane's tears blinded her vision as she ran from the Daily Bugle. She didn't even know where she was headed, and didn't care. All she wanted was to be as far away from Peter as humanly possible. God, why hadn't she seen it? How could she have been so stupid? She only looked up when a brick wall had blocked her path. She had run into a dead-end. She sighed, and slumped back against the wall, sliding down to the ground. She put her knees up to her chest and sobbed.

"Hey there beautiful, why so sad?"

Mary Jane looked up into the face of a man.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to bother you. I didn't see anyone down here."

The man shook his head. He was easily 6'4, two hundred and twenty pounds. And she was in an alley with him, in the fading sun light. The man sat down next to her. Her immediate reaction was to run away, but he fastened an arm around her shoulders. He reeked of alcohol.

"So why so sad beautiful?"

Mary Jane removed the man's arm from around her shoulders. "I don't want to bother you."

"It's no bother."

"I really should be getting home," she said, climbing to her feet.

There was a soft click behind her. "So soon? I don't think so."

Before she had a chance to react, he grabbed her hand.

"Let go of me!" she shouted.

The man pushed her back against the wall, the small blade of his pen knife aimed at her throat.

"What do you want?" she gasped, starring cross-eyed at the small knife.

He moved up to her until he was inches from her face. "To hear you scream," he whispered.

Mary Jane gulped. So this was it. This was the end of her pathetic existence. But she wouldn't scream, no, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of that.

The man raised his hand back.

Instead of feeling hot searing pain as he sliced her throat, she heard a whoosh, and heard the man curse.

Mary Jane opened her eyes. Spider-man was wrapping the man up in webbing. The man had bruises on him. Spider-man's handy work, no doubt. She sighed loudly.

"Are you okay?" Spider-man asked.

She could only nod.

He walked to her, and she could… feel Peter's presence. He was inches from her now.

"Want me to take you home?" he asked.

"Yeah… yes," she stuttered. "Please,"

"Hold on," he said, as she clung onto him. And they were off.

Spider-man landed effortlessly on Mary Jane's balcony. She slowly pushed open her bed room doors. "Thank you," she said.

He nodded and turned to leave.

"Wait," she said, gripping his arm. "You're always there for me… why is that?"

"I'll always be here for you, MJ," he said.

"You know my name. Would it be so bad if I knew yours?" and before he could stop her, she pulled his mask up enough just to reveal his mouth. And like she did when he saved her the first time, in the rain, she kissed him. And suddenly, she knew. She knew the truth. She knew that Spider-man and Peter Parker were one in the same.

After a few minutes, he drew back, and pulled his mask back down. Then, he was gone.