It was pretty well known that Everwood had a very intricate and very effective grapevine which allowed for select pieces of juicy gossip to be transported through the mind of every able body in town. What was not duly known was the several ties and strings Desdemona Nicolette Quincampoix had wrapped around these vines. Desi was a reporter heart and soul; her connections were tight and effective. There was nothing one phone call could not inform her of. But, likewise, if she knew of something, she would spread it. Of course she'd only spread a little of it, so everyone would have to read her articles to learn the entire story. Some might consider this route of exposure somewhat devious, but Desi was raised to use what works. If it works, don't fix it. An adage used in politics and other Medias probably more than anyone would guess.

Those facts lead up to one thing. Come the evening of February 27th there was not an able bodied person in Everwood who didn't know Isaac de la Vega had come to town. Of course some of the older town occupants had no idea who he was, but that fact that he was young and famous was enough to surprise and intrigue them.

Isaac, in turn, was by now every well acquainted with fan etiquette and suggested to Jig that he make his entrance into the town's visual range. Jig, obviously cautious, proved her great knowledge of Isaac by agreeing to his ideas, knowing very well it would impossible to talk him out of it. So it was scheduled that the next day, Friday, Isaac and Jig would go to school together, and Isaac would shadow her the entire day. Ephram was not pleased, and Desi was torn between being happy because she had met Isaac de la Vega, and being not happy for her beloved boyfriend. Desi narrowed it down to frowning when Ephram was in sight, and giggling like she was four when he wasn't. Actually, the strength she showed when both Ephram and Isaac were in the room was quite remarkable. A squirrel could leap from one branch to another and miss, and she wouldn't even break a smile. If Ephram wasn't happy, Desi wasn't happy… if Ephram was in the room.

With Ephram's sudden visit that morning, Jig had never really gotten a chance to really welcome Isaac and show him how much she missed him. It's true, Ephram was the best friend she had ever had, but, once you've taken a bath with a guy, you'll always miss him when he's gone, even if you were only three at the time.

So now Jig and Isaac sat alone together on the sofa in the Harper's living room. It was night out, Irv and Edna had gone to bed, creaks in their bones beckoning them to it. Jig had lit the fire so now she and Isaac did something they had never done as children. They toasted marshmallows, and laughed as they tried to fit all of them in their mouths and pulling the remains off their fingers. A third party viewer would have sworn the two had reverted to five year olds, amazed and baffled by the most simplest and child like of things, yet still filled with a joy of life unsurpassed by anyone of great age.

After a few marshmallows and twenty sticky fingers Jig grabbed Isaac and lifted him to his feet.

"There's something I want to show you," she told him smiling. He smiled too as she pulled him from the fireplace to the front door. She opened it and led him outside into the cold and down the first few steps to the front walk way. She let go of his hand, folding her arms over her chest. He folded his too, himself not yet accustomed to the cold.

"Look," Jig said with frozen breath escaping her mouth which was tilted upward. Isaac looked up and let out a small laugh and a large smile. The sky was clear and dark, not a single cloud or polluted gas blocking their view of a thousand different stars and one waning moon. Isaac breathed in heavily, letting the cold air reach every part of him.

"It's beautiful," he said. Jig nodded.

"I knew you would like it," she said and sighed, "we never got to see this in LA."

Isaac chuckled slightly and nodded. He looked down from the stars to Jig, who was still gazing up at them entranced by whatever means stars have of entrancing. He smiled again.

"You're really happy here, aren't you?" Isaac asked her. Jig turned down to him, smiling. Wordlessly she nodded, the smile never faulting on her face. He leaned forward and kissed her lips very softly. He pulled away quickly and she just looked at him, the expression on her face the same as before he kissed her.

"I wish I was responsible for that smile," he told her. She reached out her hand, the smile becoming gentler. She took his hand in hers.

"You always are," she said. He nodded and they walked back into the house, out of the cold.

That Friday morning, for some reason, Andy took a stroll into Everwood's library. It was a huge building that looked more like a mansion then a city owned building. Inside it looked like a mansion too, with stairwells leading to large rooms around the house that held carefully placed and labeled books. Seated at the bottom of the grandest of the staircases was a large wooden desk. Behind that was seated a brown haired woman typing on a computer keyboard with one hand and eating a breakfast burrito with the other. Andy smiled and walked over to her. He leaned on the desk and Penny held up one finger to him, not taking her eyes off of the screen. Finally she clicked save and turned to him. As she turned she had a serious, creepy kind of librarian look on her face, but when her eyes and mind recognized him, she smiled.

"The doctor!" she said.

"The librarian," he replied and looked around, "in her native habitat," he added and she smiled and nodded.

"Yeah this is home sweet home. Every now and then the zoo keeper puts out a plate of food and refills my water troth," she said and he chuckled slightly.

"They feed you breakfast burritos, evidently," he said motioning his head to the ¾ eaten burrito on the plate next to her computer keyboard. She smiled again.

"Yeah well, we only eat the high quality foods here. So, what can I do for you?"

"What?"

"You're in a library, I'm the librarian. Can I help you find a book?" she asked him, readying her hands over the keyboard again to type in a title or an author. Andy narrowed his eyebrows.

"I don't know. I just felt like coming here today, I didn't have a book in mind," he said. Penny smiled and leaned over closer to him.

"Good, I love those. I have a special talent for picking the right book for people."

"Some how I don't doubt that…"

"Now, you seem like the type who either knows all of the stuff he wants to, or owns all of the books he'd need to look it up. You're not here on a fact finding mission, you're here for pleasure's sake. So, for you, I'm guessing… Lady Chatterley's Lover," Penny suggested and he laughed.

"Nope, sorry," he said shaking his head. Penny tilted her head from side to side and tapped the corner of her mouth with her index finger in thought. Then she leaned up and snapped her fingers, assuming the answer had come to her.

"You're one of those guys who goes around looking for books you think you've read but haven't, or think you should read and haven't. And I got the perfect book for you. Someone just returned it this morning. I don't suppose you have a library card?" she asked him. He shook his head.

"Not one outside of New York City."

"Well then just fill this out and I'll get you one," she said giving him a form and a pen. He picked up the pen but looked at her.

"Can I see the book first?" he asked her. She shook her head.

"Card first, book later."

"That's harsh."

"That's how we do things here in Everwood, now fill," she commanded and he obeyed. He handed her back the form, she pressed a few keys, and gave him a paper Peak County Library Card for him to sign. Once he did that she pushed her wheeled chair over to a box, pulled out and book, and pushed herself back to the computer. Without letting him see the title she logged it into the computer and placed the book in a brown paper bag and gave it to him.

"Have a nice day and don't steal the book," she said. Andy smiled and said his goodbyes and walked out of the library.

As Andy walked down the front steps to the awkwardly placed Main Street he opened the brown paper bag which was a few sizes too big for the actual book and took the book out. He held it in front of him, its clear plastic protector making a crackling noise as he turned it around to see the cover. He smiled and let out a soft chuckle. He turned around and looked back at the library's exterior before walking back to his office.

"She gave me Winnie the Pooh," he said softly to himself, "I don't believe she gave me Winnie the Pooh…"