Chapter One- Letters from Leela

Fry groggily woke to a slightly familiar room. His felt giddy when he realized
where he was. This turned to confusion when he realized he was still in most of his
clothing.

"What? Then why, how? Buh?"

Apartment 1-I had apparently not seen any rocking of the casba the previous
night, but there he was. Everything seemed pretty surreal. Sitting up he noticed
a stack of papers under his holophoner on the nightstand. He glanced and saw the
text began with

Dear Fry,

First of all, I have to apologize for all the times I've turned you down. I had a
lot of reasons, none of them good or even excusable reasons. Like I said, I've
been a fool. I guess it all started with those worms. That was the first time
you'd ever sincerely told me your feelings. After you got rid of the parasites,
I still thought there might be hope. Then you brought up Amy's name and I was so
mad... for a short time I just dismissed you as a slovenly idiot. Of course,
you're one my closest friends and I couldn't ignore that you have your good
points too. So that excuse didn't even last me a whole day. After that I was
still thinking about the time you dated Amy. I remembered how sick you got of
her, and I didn't want that to happen between us. Even though you stayed friends
with her after the break up, it's not like you spend days at a time on a ship
taking orders from her. I couldn't jeopardize our friendship only to earn your
resentment.

But you kept it up, and it got harder to disbelieve your sincerity. By this
point I had put up a wall to prevent myself from trusting you. All my life I'd
been deprived of any affection, and any time it was offered to me my hopes got
crushed by betrayal in the end. You were there, there FOR me, when I thought I'd
found my true species. That was another blow to my faith in people that had
already been battered many times over. When I lose trust in someone or something
it's almost impossible for me to regain it. Just like I wasn't strong enough to
risk your friendship with me, I wasn't strong enough to put my trust in someone
so close to me on the line. Given your past history with other girls I didn't
know if you even were after me for the right reasons. That was incredibly stupid
of me not to trust you, but by far the most stupid thing I've done is having all
the wrong standards...

I have to admit, my taste in men has been totally screwed up. Growing up, I
think you learned to be more realistic about people and relationships. I never
had any normal relationships with other people until I was an adult. I looked
for things in men that I didn't have, things I thought a good partner should
have: money, authority, and well, normalcy. And you know where that got me. If I
had just been looking for someone with a good heart, who loved me for who I was,
I would have been led straight to you. Once again, a fool.

All the signs were there. Someone who's risked his life for you, who you would
give your life for, who never stops being the sweetest person you've met, who
makes you happy just by showing up when things are bad; What else is that but
love? I've never told you this, but when I was in my coma fantasy, you were
dead. I felt such guilt and pain that I was insane whenever I was awake. The
only time I was happy was when I was with you, in my dreams. I was going to give
in and sleep forever, but your voice called me back.

Fry, you're the most important thing in my life. That why it kills me to tell
you this; I was deafened by Bender's megaphone, and I won't be able to hear the
opera you've poured your heart and soul into. I've hurt you so much in the past,
and if you don't want to keep dealing with me, I'll understand.

"Oh god, you found that thing?!"

Leela rushed into the bedroom looking flustered. Fry was a bit overwhelmed by
all the new information, but the overall message seemed simple enough.

"Was I not supposed to Leela?"

"Well it's just, I wrote that when I was really, really down and it's all
convoluted and confusing and, and, well I just didn't think you really needed to
read all of it, I mean, it's not like you need to worry about every little
detail of my feelings..."

"I care about your feelings, Leela! It's a lot of words but if it's important to
you..."

She shook her head, revealing the new sparkly hair accessory on her ponytail.
She seemed almost embarrassed.

"No see, I decided against giving you that because it would involve so much
angst. Have you ever known me to go on and on like that about my childhood and
personal pain?"

There was a pregnant pause, both of them imagining a snide comment from Bender.

"Never mind."

Fry remembered the other thingy that had been confusing him.

"How come I'm in your bed when it seems nothing, you know, happened?"

The mutant looked away for a minute.

"Um, you'd already had a long night, what with performing an opera and
confronting Beelzebot and walking here..."

His jaw hung open in disbelief.

"You not telling me I just fell...?"

"... completely asleep the moment you touched the bed. You just looked so
peaceful, I couldn't wake you up."

(Truth be told, she had shook him a bit, but Fry slept like a rock.)

"And I won't tell anyone." she quickly added, sitting beside him. "Not even
Scruffy."

"Who?"

They each put an arm around the others shoulders, and just smiled.

"So, what are we doing about breakfast?" Fry axed innocently.

"I was just about to start it. Are you hungry?"

He looked at the clock. There was some time before they had to be at Planet
Express. Then he looked back at Leela.

"Not really."

What happened next is really none of our business, now is it?

Disclaimer: Futurama is in no way shape or form mine, but is rather under the
sovereign dominion of the Space Pope. After all, if I was really associated with
the show, these first two chapters might have actually contributed to the fic's
humor genre credentials. Lazy love scenes and character development crap. Ah
well. It'll get funnier. Or I'll feed myself to Zoidberg.