Disclaimer: *ahem* These characters are no way associated with my being. They strictly belong to the property of NBC and JER (along with the other writers).

            Twist of Fate

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            Confrontation

            Fox?" Theresa knocked on his door.

            "Theresa?" He asked, opening it.

            "Hey. Got time for a night cap?" She asked, settling on the edge of his bed.

            "Yeah, I always have time for our bonding moments," He smirked.

            "I just finished talking to Whitney."

            "How is she?" He asked, concerned.

            "I'm not sure what's going on between her and Chad. I don't think she seemed like she wanted to talk about it," She told him.

            Maybe it's sooner than I think when I can whisk Whitney away from him.

            "I wonder what's going on," Fox said.

            "I don't know. Tomorrow, I'll talk to her." Theresa said.

            "If Chad did something…" Fox started. I'm going to make sure he stays as far away from Whitney as possible.

            "Chad's not that type of man. You've seen the way he treats her." Theresa said.

            "But appearance can be deceiving," Fox stated.

            "Why are you questioning Chad?" Theresa asked. "He'd never hurt Whitney."

            "I'm just saying that maybe we don't know Chad as well as we think we do."

            "Fox, how can you say such a thing??" Theresa asked, eyes wide.

            "I'm not accusing the guy of anything. I just care about Whitney. I mean we all do."

            "Yeah…" Maybe you care for her much more than you say you do…Theresa thought to herself. The two looked at each other intently.

            "So your mystery woman…" Theresa started after a while.

            "I wished you hadn't remember," Fox sighed.

            "I'm not a forgetful woman."

            "I can tell."

            "Her name…all I want is her name…" Theresa begged. "You just give me that small information of her."

            "I can't." Fox said.  I'm not so certain now about telling you, Fox thought.

            "Why not, Fox?" She asked.

            "Right now's just not the perfect time but I assure you that it's going to be real soon until you get to meet her."

            "WE're all dying to see her. What's got you having to hide her from us?" She asked.

            "What makes you think there's a reason?"

            "Because you've avoided telling me or Whitney who she is."

            "I can describe her to you," Fox offered.

            "Go for it, Fox."

            "She's absolutely wonderful. She's beautiful, more gorgeous than anything I've ever seen. Her personality is amazing. She cares deeply about the ones she loves. She's perfect," Fox said, with this dreamy look in his eyes.

            However, it didn't seem like Theresa was listening. She was somewhat deep in thought. Suddenly her head snapped up and she looked at Fox.

            "Oh my god…" She whispered.

            "What?" Fox asked, confused at Theresa's expression.

            "I just figured something out…" She whispered.

            "Theresa, your reaction to whatever you just realized, it's scaring me…" Fox said.

            "I just figured it all out," Theresa gasped.

            "What the hell are you talking about?" He asked, confused once more.

            "So all this time, were you just trying to get to her, through me??" Theresa asked, sadness yet anger evident in her tone.

            "Theresa…" Fox said slowly. Does she know? How well does that woman know me??

            "You and your so-called mystery woman!" She yelled.

            "What about us?" Fox asked. She knows…this is not pleasant.

            "It's Whitney Russell…" She said, more softly this time. "All this time, I didn't see it."

            "Whitney??" Fox said, acting dumbstruck.

            "Yes!" Theresa cried.

            "I've already told you it's not her, Theresa."

            "You're lying. I know you are. I can see it in your eyes. It is Whitney!"

            "What makes you think it is her??" Fox questioned.

            "You invited her to dinner tonight…but you never told me anything about her coming along. All you said was that it was only going to be me, you, and your mystery woman."

            "I couldn't invite Whitney??"

            "The point is, you lied! When I asked you if you were in love with Whitney, you denied it!" She raised her voice.

            "Theresa, I am not in love with Whitney!" Fox said sternly.

            "I know you far too well, Fox."

            "Well you've mistaken because I am not in love with Whitney Russell…"

            "Will you just stop it?! Stop lying to me, and stop lying to yourself. I know the truth. Quit trying to deny it!" Theresa demanded of him. Fox stared at her with this unexplainable expression. Her big brown eyes looking up at his brown ones.  Theresa's right…damn that devious woman. I can't keep things from her. I don't know why I ever got involved in a friendship with someone who could see right through me…but the voice inside his head said,  you know Theresa and you are very similar deep down inside…there's a connection you can't ignore between the two of you, something that can be accounted for in the near future…

            Fox sighed. "What did you want me to say Theresa?? 'Oh by the way, I've fallen inlove with your best friend'. That sounded reasonable."

            "You could've told me the truth. All this time, I've been encouraging you to get her, and I was oblivious to the fact that you were trying to steal Whitney away from Chad!!"

            "But you believe in Fate, Theresa."

            "How long? How long have you been lying to me?" Theresa demanded.

            "Theresa you're being out of proportional." Fox said.

            "I can't believe you. I thought you were different from the others."

            "It's wrong for me to believe that I'll end up with Whitney when you're constantly telling everyone else that you will end up with Ethan??" Fox asked.

            "But Whitney and Chad belong together!" Theresa yelled.

            "Speak for yourself Theresa." Fox scoffed.

            "And Chad completely thinks you're his loyal friend when all you're trying to do is steal his girlfriend!"

            "I'm not letting anything get in the way from me having her." Fox said.

            "You're not going to break them apart. Their love is much stronger than your determination." Theresa said.

            "You said I shouldn't give up so easily. So I'm not. I'm going to do everything to get Whitney, Theresa. You can't prevent me from doing that."

            "You're unbelievable. I should've known. You can't change a person. NO. You, Nicholas Foxworth Crane, you're a nothing but a deceiving, inexplicable man," Theresa spat out.

            "Thank you for your compliment, Theresa," He said.

            "So our friendship was just an act??" Theresa demanded.

            "No, it wasn't. Theresa, I care about you." Fox said.

            "If you care about me, you wouldn't try to break a relationship up!"

            "I'm fully motivated and determined to have Whitney, as much as you're trying to have Ethan. What's the problem with that??" Fox asked.

            "There's a difference! I know in my heart, Ethan and I will be together again. I'm not going around trying to break them apart. I'm patiently waiting for him. However you…you're trying to destroy Chad and Whitney's relationship in order for you to be able to have her."

            "What a Crane wants, a Crane gets…" Fox said. Theresa glared at him with utter disbelieve. She quickly got up and left his room.