A/N- At last? Hehe, I'm still breathing. If you go to efanfiction.net and movies, I got a FF:TSW Category up there... two fics of mine are posted there as well. Go and review?

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.:.Jane*Proudfoot.:.

I was punching the punching bag, trying to get my mind off Neil when the Captain entered. I shook my fingers, taking my first break in an hour and sipping my bottle of water.
"Is Alyssa okay?" I questioned, though I knew what this was really about.
"She's fine. She's always good. But I came to ask you if uyou/u were okay." ...I called that one. As he glanced over at me, I returned to the punching bag.
"I'm fine. Why?" With my back to him, I punched it as hard as I could.
"You seem stressed." He watched the bag swing from the force of my blow.
"Nope." ...that was convincing. I don't even get points for effort on that.
"Because in the past few days it seems that you and Neil--"
"There's nothing going on between me and Neil. Just bad fortune on my behalf." He knew I didn't mean to disrespect him by cutting him off, but I was suspecting everyone knew Neil was a sore subject with me. I didn't know what I felt about him anymore.
"Oh." He frowned thoughtfully. "Because Neil said that--"
"WHAT Did Neil say?!" I demanded.
"The same thing as you." The Captain looked amused. Good job, Jane.
"Oh. Well I need to go shower." And I fled. As I hit the bathroom, I froze. Neil said it was bad luck on his behalf?!

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.:.Alyssa*Proudfoot.:.

I sat in a chair in the hangar (A/N- We all shiver when we hear that, don't we?), watching Neil fix the Black Boa. "So how long have you liked Aunt Jane?" I said casually. He looked over, suprised.
"What?"
"Don't try it." I gave him a look. "Just answer."
"Swear you won't tell her?" ...this was like having a third grader tell you they like the girl with the pigtails in the second row.
"Pinkie swear." He looked away, back at what he was doing.
"Since I laid eyes on her." I couldn't help grinning.
"That is so cute." He smiled sadly.
"Unfortunately, you are the only Proudfoot... no... you're the only person in general that thinks so."
"Who else did you tell?" ...silence. "Dork."
"Oh, shutup."
"Just tell her."
"She'd laugh."
"Maybe. Maybe not." I stuck my nose in the air. "She'd give you more respect for not wimping out, anyway." He looked up again.
"Ya think?"
"...if you tell her on a good day?" He sighed.
"That helps." He looked back down, defeated.
"Or..." I grinned to myself.
"...oh no. What?"
"I have a plan to make Aunt Jane declare her love for you."

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.:.Neil*Fleming.:.

The kid's a genius, really. It's so simple you would think I'd have tried it already. Actually I have, but Alyssa assures me that with her around, it'll work this time. First off, I find someone to flirt with. That was pretty easy. Second was even easier. Get hurt. That's like telling a kid to eat a chocolate bar--they're already gonna. ...Unless they're allergic or something... Anyway, then Jane should at least admit she likes me a LITTLE... I hope. I grinned to myself, looking at the floor as I walked along at a pretty fast pace. Unfor--no, fortunately for me, Jane was doing the same thing, minus the grinning. We slammed into each other, and she started to fall back, so I grabbed her and stood her upright, my hands on her hips. It was the closest we had been since the freezer incident. She looked up at me, with something I couldn't distinguish in her eyes. A second later she stepped back, and I dropped my hands to my sides.
"Sorry." She muttered.
"My fault." I grinned the tiniest bit. "Lyssa's headed back to your room." She nodded.
"Thanks for watching her."
"Kid doesn't need to be watched. She reminds me of you a lot, actually." For some reason she laughed at that.
"She's not like me."
"Why do you say that?" She took a few steps past me, and, not looking back, stated:
"She's not afraid of her feelings." Whoa, was that just a hint at something or am I just turning everything she says into 'Neil, I love you'? She paused, walking four more steps.
"Night, Neil." This time she walked away.
"Night babe." I whispered, watching her figure disappear down the long hallway.
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.:.Ryan*Whittaker.:. (A/N-It's about damn time I got Ryan into this. He deserves some torture too!)

How did I get sucked into this? How? I'm a good man, right? I do what's best for my squad, my friends, and my city.
So why did I ever agree to this stupid matchmaker idea? Sure, I want them to be happy, but I knew it would mean lots of Neil whining and God forbid it doesn't work, a very, very pissed off Jane Proudfoot. I may look bigger than her, but if you think about her death grip along with the nails that she never seems to break, we're all toast. Why didn't I just choose to be the referee? Neil just informed me of the plan he made with that little mini-Jane, Alyssa. And he wants advice.
'Hey Serge, ya think it'll work?'
'Hey Serge, do you think she likes me?'
'Hey Serge, ya think I stand a chance?'
'Hey Serge, do ya think I'm her type?'
'Hey Serge, what if I blow it?'
'Hey Serge, what if it does work and she dumps me?'

...Please, Jane. I'm begging you. Just admit your feelings for the guy so he'll stop whining about all of this! I'm a pretty calm guy. I really am. But this is too much. I don't want to have to resort to ripping out my friend's throat. Because I will. I really will.

I need some aspirin...

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Soooo friggin short, I'm aware. And don't'cha feel bad for poor Ryan? *hugs Ryan*

Well... review. I mean, I've been writing, I just haven't been posting it. So tell me whatcha think.