A/N- ... Let me tell you... just how hard it was to write the end of this in school. You all should love me. Or something. I don't know. Something. T_T

Still with the not-owning-ness...
Thanks to Terra and Cheryl... (Look I'm Cheryl! "WRITE MORE! GRAAARRRRGHHHH!") for keeping me working on this.
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.:.Alyssa*Proudfoot.:.

Okay... This is taking too long. I might even have to pull out the backup if they don't hutty it up. ¬_¬
But fear not! It WILL happen. And when it does? It'll be like the fourth of July, baby.
Neil got to go back to his own roomy apartment thing today, and he's doing better. It seems the healthier he gets, the more Aunt Jane and him fight. Which is a good sign, I assume, because five minutes after the fights take place Aunt Jane is smirking. I'm sticking with my first theory- it's flirting. Aunt Jane did deny it, but I can't believe her anymore.
Let's see how the two love birds get their flirting fixes today, shall we?

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.:.Jane*Proudfoot.:.

Sometimes I wonder how I fell for Neil. Maybe it was his eyes. Or how he could make up a witty comment in a matter of seconds. Maybe it was how smart he was, or how he admired my strength and courage. Maybe it was all of those. But no matter what, at least once every three days he has me thinking, 'How the hell could you even *think* of him that way?'. Like when he stares at certain... ...areas of me. I pretend not to notice most of the time, sometimes I even bask in it a little, but come on. It's not smart to stare at a woman's ass when she's stuck as your maid/nurse/whatever for the time being. At least not *mine*, anyway... . So when I caught him staring as I was *making his bed* (God, he's degraded me.), you can understand why I was a little upset.
"Stop it, Neil." I growled, sending him a warning glare.
"Stop wha?" His eyes met mine finally.
"Staring at my ass." I looked on, amused when he turned a bright pink.
"I'm- I- I'm no- I- oh, hohoho boy..." I was walking towards him, hands balled into fists. "Jane, don't look so mad. Jane...? Jane? Jane?! It was a compliment! Really! It was!" I froze about a foot in front of where he was seated.
"HOW was it a compliment?"
"It mea--" His voice broke, and I fought a smirk. He cleared his throat and started again. "It means you're g-good looking."
"Try it without the stutter next time and it MIGHT be convincing." I walked back to his bed and finished making it. "Anything else you want or am I free to go?" He pouted. Dammit! I hate his pout. It makes me weak. I managed to roll my eyes and land them on his dresser.
"You're going to leave me alone?" He asked in a pathetic little 'how could you' voice.
"Christ, Neil, you CAN walk, you know."
"I know why you want to leave." I looked back over at him, an 'oh yeah?' pasted on my face.
"Because I'm sick of being your slave?"
"Oh, yum. But no. You don't want me to start asking you questions. Like what you were going to say before Aki came in."
"I was going to say, 'I think you should get some rest.'" I lied. The cocky smirk disappeared.
"Oh."
"What did you *think* I was gonna say?"
"I dunno."
"Unhuh. So can I go?"
"Sure." I turned on my heel and fled. That had been close. Too close, even. Good thing I was quick, or I might have almost aid it again. 'Neil, I love you.' Except with more stuttering. Probably like 'N-n-neil? I... I, I, I just wanted t-t-t-to say, I... I-i, I love... I love...' And then I'd run away screaming. Or maybe I wouldn't stutter and run. But I didn't want to find out. God. I'm pathetic. I could still feel Neil's eyes on my body, and part of me wished it could have been more than his eyesWhich is why I need help. Badly.

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.:.Neil*Fleming.:.

Do I scare people away a lot? Or is Jane just avoiding me? I lowered myself onto the bed carefully. Mmm, Jane. I grinned to myself. So she had caught me staring. Big deal. I think part of her liked it. But then she ran. She'd been extra uneasy around me lately. More than once I see her out of the corner of my eye glancing over with scared-- no... not scared... a bit frightened, but not scared--, confused eyes. Have I mentioned I love her eyes lately?
Dammit. She has me repeating myself. In more ways than one. Didn't I just go through this before I had left to go help with that cult thing? Was it my fault?
No. No, it was Jane's. Bad, evil Jane. ...Okay... mental image of spanking Jane is not helping my predicament. At all.

Can I get back to you on this?

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.:.Alyssa*Proudfoot.:.

So do you see? This is ridiculous. I mean, shouldn't SHE be helping him with something like that? I mean, it is her fault and all that he has to do it in the first place...
That's it. Time to pull out backup plan A.

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And hope that backup plan A works... (well *I* know what it is and if it'll work or not, but hope anyway.)