"Let us OUT!" screamed Maggie angrily at the door.
~Thank you, Duo, for this opportunity when she can't get away from me,~ thought Trowa as he rose and placed his hand on Maggie's shoulder.
"Maggie. We need to talk."
"Not now, Trowa, I- TROWA!"
Trowa grabbed her shoulder and spun her around, pinning her to the wall in one swift move. "Now," he said levelly.
Maggie stopped struggling and glared into his eyes. "Let. Me. Go."
"Nope, not going to work this time, my little one," he mocked, wondering where his will to live had gone.
Her eyes narrowed even more. "How dare you!"
"Are you going to listen to me, or do I have to stay this way for the rest of my life?" She tried to hit him, and he caught her wrists, pinning them above her head. "Oh, no. We ARE going to discuss this."
"I have nothing to discuss with you."
"Aren't you even the least bit curious as to what I have to say?"
"No," she insisted, closing her eyes.
"Not even what in hell possessed me to kiss you before?"
Maggie felt his breath on her lips, even though she refused to look at him in her surprise.
"Or what possesses me to do this?" he asked, barely touching her lips with his own. Her eyes flew open.
"TROWA!"
"No. I talk, you listen. I'm sick of this. I'm taking matters into my own hands this time, since you can't run away from me. You are the most intriguing girl I've ever met in my life. You're pret- beautiful, you're smart, you're strong... but you are missing something, Maggie."
"I'm missing nothing," she spat, suddenly wondering why she was fighting him so hard... after she had told Bridget she wouldn't.
"Sure. Ok. I'll TELL you what you're missing. Love."
"Love?! My friends love me... even if they deny it. I don't need more than that."
"YES, YOU DO."
"From who?" she asked sarcastically.
"From ME."
Maggie gave a derisive laugh that almost covered the unsteady waver in her voice. Love? Dating, maybe, but love? "Ha! You actually think you love me, don't you?"
"No, I don't." Maggie blinked, and the flicker of uncontrolled disappointment made Trowa continue, knowing he had won. "I KNOW I love you."
"You WHAT?"
Trowa lowered his head to put his nose against Maggie's, looking deep into her stunned blue eyes. "I love you. Don't you know that?"
She closed her eyes for a second, and opened them to see his intense green gaze, begging her to admit it.
"Yes," she whispered. "I know."
"Then why are you so scared?"
She decided to be honest. "I'm afraid of getting hurt, Trowa. I've had to play 'Dear Abby' to too many friends to kid myself into thinking that it couldn't happen to me."
Trowa let Maggie's wrists go and put his hands on her shoulders. "I would NEVER hurt you. You've... you've made me realize that I was missing the feeling in my life. I was missing YOU." He smiled wryly. "Fighting is just an added bonus."
Maggie smiled, making the choice she knew she might regret, and, at the moment, not caring. She reached up and tangled her fingers in the back of his thick hair. You know what?"
"What?" he asked, unnerved for the moment.
She smiled brilliantly as she pulled his mouth to hers. "To hell with sanity," she murmured against his lips.
"Whoa!" screeched Duo as the others spun around to see what he was sputtering about. "Go, Trowa!"
Wufei raised his eyebrows. "Interesting."
"Damn took them long enough," muttered Julie.
Trowa pulled away and breathed, "Maggie?"
"Wh-what?"
He chuckled. "I'm getting a crick in my neck."
"Mmm... very funny..." She let out a squeal as Trowa scooped her up. "What are you doing?!"
"Bringing you up to my level," he said before capturing her lips again.
She moved away from his lips and to his ear, whispering, "Trowa?"
"Yes?"
She tightened her arms about his neck and murmured, "I love you."
His arms tightened around her almost painfully. "I love you, too." Trowa's hand hit the gun holster she wore on her hip constantly. "Maggie?"
"Mmm?"
"You think that if Duo and Julie locked us in here, they have a way to see what we're doing?"
"A camera," she murmured, her voice very low.
"Where?"
Maggie lifted her face and scanned the room. She moved back to her resting place. "Upper left hand corner. Not very well concealed, I might add."
"All right," he said, slowly sliding her gun from its holster.
"Do it," she said softly.
Trowa raised the gun and placed one precise bullet through the lens of the camera without looking. "Problem solved," he whispered.
"Shit!"
"What?!"
"Trowa shot the damn camera!!!"
"What do you mean he shot it?" asked a confused Sally.
"He shot the damn thing with Maggie's gun! Damn him, it was just getting GOOD," Duo wailed.
Finally, Trowa put Maggie down and stepped back, running his eyes over her intently.
"Stop looking at me like that," she said weakly.
"Like what?" he asked innocently.
"Like you're about to jump me or something," she said, trying to fix her hair and clothes.
Trowa put his arms around her again. "So, how am I supposed to look?" he asked her.
She pushed at his arms half-heartedly. "Does this mean you won't be able to keep your hands off me now, like Duo with Julie?"
"Basically, yes," he said.
"Ok, that's it. I'm outta here, because if I stay, I am NOT responsible for what happens, Trowa Barton," she said, sliding her small body out of his hold. She moved over to the door and examined the old fashioned lock.
"Trowa?"
He came up behind her. "Hmm?"
"I need you to undo one of my braids."
"Huh?"
"I need the hairpin from the middle of it, please." She felt his fingers working gently through her hair, parting the strands and pulling the pin.
"Here you go," he said.
"Thanks." She took the pin and straightened it out, inserting it into the lock carefully. Then she gave it a sharp twist, and Trowa heard a click. She twisted the knob and swung the door open with a flourish. "Ta-da!"
Trowa smiled. "You're a genius."
She turned around and kissed his cheek. "Flattery," she informed him, "will get you everywhere."
"That's what I was hoping for," he said solemnly. She gave him a shove.
"Control your hormones, Barton, and I'll control mine."
"But I don't want you to control yours."
"Yes, you do," she assured him. "Trust me."
"Oh, no. I don't," he said, giving her a nudge that sent her weight onto her right ankle. He saw Maggie grit her teeth.
"What's wrong," he stated rather than asked.
"What?"
"What's wrong with your ankle?"
"Nothi- Trowa!
He knelt down quickly, pulling off one of her boots. He moved the sock to see a quickly swelling and discolored ankle. He looked up at her and sighed. "Maggie!"
"Wh-" She was cut off as he swiftly rose and scooped her up into his arms gently.
"Why didn't you TELL me?" he asked as he headed off down the hallway.
She smiled wryly. "And interrupt that wonderful 'discussion' we were having? Not a chance."
"I meant BEFORE, when Sally asked who was injured."
"I'll be fine... the swelling will go down, the bruising will fade."
"No, Maggie. Please." She looked into his worried face. She was touched that he was so concerned.
"I knew the day would come when a guy dictated my life to me," she sighed, mock resignedly.
Trowa shook his head. "No. I just don't want to lose you, ever."
"Trowa, an injured ankle is not life threatening.'
"I know... but I'm afraid that someday you'll let something go that will be."
Maggie raised her hand and placed it on his cheek. "I promise you, Trowa," she said seriously, "that you will never lose me like that. No, that you will NEVER lose me. Period."
Trowa smiled at the thought. "You say that, but... as much as you like to affirm the contrary, you're not omnipotent."
Maggie sighed. "I know, I know. That... That's why I originally didn't want to get involved with you, despite my... feelings. Trowa, it wasn't only that I didn't want to get hurt... I didn't want to hurt YOU."
Trowa thought for a moment, then realized what to say... what his subconscience had been saying all along. He dipped his head and whispered in her ear, "The risk is worth it," before kissing her earlobe and straightening again.
"Well, Romeo, where are we going now?" Maggie joked.
"As unromantic as this sounds, Maggie, the surveillance room."
"Wh- Ah. Sally's in there?"
"I'm guessing... along with Duo, Julie, Wufei..."
"Well, then, we can kill Julie and Duo, right?"
Trowa flat out grinned. "I don't know if I want to anymore... the result were quite satisfying."
"Oh, I'm SO happy the customer was satisfied," she retorted, batting her eyelashes in exaggeration.
"Were you?" he asked softly. She hit his shoulder with about a hundredth of her strength.
"Of course I'm satisfied... and very, very happy."
"Good... ah, look, we're here."
Trowa opened the door. "Hey, guys," Maggie said.
"I would say that's Maggie's voice," said Julie without turning around, "but it's too high up. So, PLEASE, someone, tell me I'm just paranoid." Sally looked up, then grimaced.
"Sorry, Julie, can't tell you that." She smirked at Wufei before finishing, "It would be dishonorable."
Wufei rolled his eyes.
Trowa spoke up. "Sally, I need you to take a look at Maggie's ankle."
Sally looked up, all traces of amusement gone. "Why? What'ss wrong?"
"I think she sprained it..."
"No..." drawled Maggie, "UNE sprained it when she threw me into the wall, but, you know, that's just a mere technicality."
Sally rose, immediately businesslike. "Come on."
They followed Sally to her office, where Trowa gently laid Maggie on the desk. Sally bent to examine the ankle and frowned. "Maggie, how the hell were you walking? This ankle isn't sprained, it's broken!"
Trowa frowned. "Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure! Maggie, I need to snap this bone back into place, ok?"
"Sure, go ahead."
Sally put one hand on Maggie's heel and the other on her calf. "This is going to hurt," she warned. Maggie shrugged. Sally gave a fast twisting motion, moving her hands in opposite directions. The snap was audible, although Maggie herself never made a sound. "Maggie?"
"Yeah?"
Sally was, once again, frowning. "You... ok?"
She shrugged again. "I'm FINE, Sally. I TRIED to tell Trowa that, but he doesn't listen to me, obviously."
Sally threw up her hands. She looked at Trowa. He looked just as confused as she. "Maggie, your ankle was just placed in traction. You're telling me you feel no pain whatsoever?"
"I never said THAT."
They both looked at Maggie's serene face. The only pain they saw was in her eyes, which were too expressive for her own good, in her own opinion.
Sally stood up decisively. "Well, I was starting to think we had another Heero on our hands! Maggie, do you mind if Trowa comes with me to get you some painkillers?"
"No, not at all, Sally," she said quietly.
Trowa was about to protest when Sally snagged his arm and hauled him outside and around the corner to a one way mirror. "Watch," she whispered.
Sure enough, as soon as they left, Maggie's head tipped back, letting the tears stream down her face. Her shoulders shook for a moment, then she composed herself, leaning forward toward a glass of water sitting on Sally's desk. She snatched up a tissue, dipped it in the glass, and carefully wiped her face. By the time she was finished, Trowa would have thought he had imagined her tears.
"Shit."
Sally nodded. "I knew she was holding it in.... run up to Dispensary and ask them for morphine.... I sent you, they'll know that."
"Morphine?"
"Trowa, DON'T argue with me, I know what I'm doing. Go!"
Trowa set off at a run. He was back in two minutes with the hypodermic.
He quickly knocked on the door to Sally's office. After a moment, Sally's voice came, "Come in, Trowa."
Trowa stuck his head in, surveying quickly. Maggie looked completely composed. "What are you waiting for, Trowa? She won't bite, and she needs that morphine," said Sally.
Maggie turned to Sally quickly, who immediately clapped a hand over her mouth. "Morphine?" Maggie asked incredulously. "MORPHINE?"
"Now, Maggie..." Sally started.
"Don't try to placate me, Sally Po! Do you know what I'll be LIKE on morphine?" She didn't wait for an answer before continuing, "It'll be like I'm severely drunk! Hey, it's all fun and games when you give BRIDGET some and lock her in a room with Kat, but this is ME!"
Sally turned to Trowa. "Go get Kat out of that room, NOW."
Trowa smiled, leaning against the wall. "No, I don't think I'll spoil Bridget's fun. Besides.... 1) Kat's gonna enjoy it too much for me to ruin it for him. 2) I'd prefer to stay in here while Maggie's under."
"Oh, no! No. Way. You are NOT staying, Trowa, and that's final!" Maggie shrieked.
As she shrieked, Sally skillfully stuck her with the needle and said, "Trowa, I'm going to go let Kat out of that room. When Maggie falls asleep, take her down the hall to one of the offices, I'm sure there's a couch in there somewhere. Any of the offices will work, and choose one for yourself."
"I'd rather stay with her, if that's okay."
"Sure. Trowa, she'll be fine, trust my medical opinion on this one."
(Bridget: Soooooooo, Mags, how DO you kiss-)
(Maggie: Not TELLIN'!)
(Jess: *pout*)
(Amanda: Tell us, tell us, tell us....)
(Maggie: No.)
(Chorus: Damn.)
~*~ Meanwhile ~*~
Kat swallowed silently and reached a hand out to open the door to the room where Bridget was. He looked inside and blinked... for a moment he thought she was gone, because the bed was empty. A quick, panicked surveillance of the room revealed, however, that she was standing silently by the window, her hand on the pane as she looked forlornly at the stars.
To Be Continued... *mwahaha*
~Thank you, Duo, for this opportunity when she can't get away from me,~ thought Trowa as he rose and placed his hand on Maggie's shoulder.
"Maggie. We need to talk."
"Not now, Trowa, I- TROWA!"
Trowa grabbed her shoulder and spun her around, pinning her to the wall in one swift move. "Now," he said levelly.
Maggie stopped struggling and glared into his eyes. "Let. Me. Go."
"Nope, not going to work this time, my little one," he mocked, wondering where his will to live had gone.
Her eyes narrowed even more. "How dare you!"
"Are you going to listen to me, or do I have to stay this way for the rest of my life?" She tried to hit him, and he caught her wrists, pinning them above her head. "Oh, no. We ARE going to discuss this."
"I have nothing to discuss with you."
"Aren't you even the least bit curious as to what I have to say?"
"No," she insisted, closing her eyes.
"Not even what in hell possessed me to kiss you before?"
Maggie felt his breath on her lips, even though she refused to look at him in her surprise.
"Or what possesses me to do this?" he asked, barely touching her lips with his own. Her eyes flew open.
"TROWA!"
"No. I talk, you listen. I'm sick of this. I'm taking matters into my own hands this time, since you can't run away from me. You are the most intriguing girl I've ever met in my life. You're pret- beautiful, you're smart, you're strong... but you are missing something, Maggie."
"I'm missing nothing," she spat, suddenly wondering why she was fighting him so hard... after she had told Bridget she wouldn't.
"Sure. Ok. I'll TELL you what you're missing. Love."
"Love?! My friends love me... even if they deny it. I don't need more than that."
"YES, YOU DO."
"From who?" she asked sarcastically.
"From ME."
Maggie gave a derisive laugh that almost covered the unsteady waver in her voice. Love? Dating, maybe, but love? "Ha! You actually think you love me, don't you?"
"No, I don't." Maggie blinked, and the flicker of uncontrolled disappointment made Trowa continue, knowing he had won. "I KNOW I love you."
"You WHAT?"
Trowa lowered his head to put his nose against Maggie's, looking deep into her stunned blue eyes. "I love you. Don't you know that?"
She closed her eyes for a second, and opened them to see his intense green gaze, begging her to admit it.
"Yes," she whispered. "I know."
"Then why are you so scared?"
She decided to be honest. "I'm afraid of getting hurt, Trowa. I've had to play 'Dear Abby' to too many friends to kid myself into thinking that it couldn't happen to me."
Trowa let Maggie's wrists go and put his hands on her shoulders. "I would NEVER hurt you. You've... you've made me realize that I was missing the feeling in my life. I was missing YOU." He smiled wryly. "Fighting is just an added bonus."
Maggie smiled, making the choice she knew she might regret, and, at the moment, not caring. She reached up and tangled her fingers in the back of his thick hair. You know what?"
"What?" he asked, unnerved for the moment.
She smiled brilliantly as she pulled his mouth to hers. "To hell with sanity," she murmured against his lips.
"Whoa!" screeched Duo as the others spun around to see what he was sputtering about. "Go, Trowa!"
Wufei raised his eyebrows. "Interesting."
"Damn took them long enough," muttered Julie.
Trowa pulled away and breathed, "Maggie?"
"Wh-what?"
He chuckled. "I'm getting a crick in my neck."
"Mmm... very funny..." She let out a squeal as Trowa scooped her up. "What are you doing?!"
"Bringing you up to my level," he said before capturing her lips again.
She moved away from his lips and to his ear, whispering, "Trowa?"
"Yes?"
She tightened her arms about his neck and murmured, "I love you."
His arms tightened around her almost painfully. "I love you, too." Trowa's hand hit the gun holster she wore on her hip constantly. "Maggie?"
"Mmm?"
"You think that if Duo and Julie locked us in here, they have a way to see what we're doing?"
"A camera," she murmured, her voice very low.
"Where?"
Maggie lifted her face and scanned the room. She moved back to her resting place. "Upper left hand corner. Not very well concealed, I might add."
"All right," he said, slowly sliding her gun from its holster.
"Do it," she said softly.
Trowa raised the gun and placed one precise bullet through the lens of the camera without looking. "Problem solved," he whispered.
"Shit!"
"What?!"
"Trowa shot the damn camera!!!"
"What do you mean he shot it?" asked a confused Sally.
"He shot the damn thing with Maggie's gun! Damn him, it was just getting GOOD," Duo wailed.
Finally, Trowa put Maggie down and stepped back, running his eyes over her intently.
"Stop looking at me like that," she said weakly.
"Like what?" he asked innocently.
"Like you're about to jump me or something," she said, trying to fix her hair and clothes.
Trowa put his arms around her again. "So, how am I supposed to look?" he asked her.
She pushed at his arms half-heartedly. "Does this mean you won't be able to keep your hands off me now, like Duo with Julie?"
"Basically, yes," he said.
"Ok, that's it. I'm outta here, because if I stay, I am NOT responsible for what happens, Trowa Barton," she said, sliding her small body out of his hold. She moved over to the door and examined the old fashioned lock.
"Trowa?"
He came up behind her. "Hmm?"
"I need you to undo one of my braids."
"Huh?"
"I need the hairpin from the middle of it, please." She felt his fingers working gently through her hair, parting the strands and pulling the pin.
"Here you go," he said.
"Thanks." She took the pin and straightened it out, inserting it into the lock carefully. Then she gave it a sharp twist, and Trowa heard a click. She twisted the knob and swung the door open with a flourish. "Ta-da!"
Trowa smiled. "You're a genius."
She turned around and kissed his cheek. "Flattery," she informed him, "will get you everywhere."
"That's what I was hoping for," he said solemnly. She gave him a shove.
"Control your hormones, Barton, and I'll control mine."
"But I don't want you to control yours."
"Yes, you do," she assured him. "Trust me."
"Oh, no. I don't," he said, giving her a nudge that sent her weight onto her right ankle. He saw Maggie grit her teeth.
"What's wrong," he stated rather than asked.
"What?"
"What's wrong with your ankle?"
"Nothi- Trowa!
He knelt down quickly, pulling off one of her boots. He moved the sock to see a quickly swelling and discolored ankle. He looked up at her and sighed. "Maggie!"
"Wh-" She was cut off as he swiftly rose and scooped her up into his arms gently.
"Why didn't you TELL me?" he asked as he headed off down the hallway.
She smiled wryly. "And interrupt that wonderful 'discussion' we were having? Not a chance."
"I meant BEFORE, when Sally asked who was injured."
"I'll be fine... the swelling will go down, the bruising will fade."
"No, Maggie. Please." She looked into his worried face. She was touched that he was so concerned.
"I knew the day would come when a guy dictated my life to me," she sighed, mock resignedly.
Trowa shook his head. "No. I just don't want to lose you, ever."
"Trowa, an injured ankle is not life threatening.'
"I know... but I'm afraid that someday you'll let something go that will be."
Maggie raised her hand and placed it on his cheek. "I promise you, Trowa," she said seriously, "that you will never lose me like that. No, that you will NEVER lose me. Period."
Trowa smiled at the thought. "You say that, but... as much as you like to affirm the contrary, you're not omnipotent."
Maggie sighed. "I know, I know. That... That's why I originally didn't want to get involved with you, despite my... feelings. Trowa, it wasn't only that I didn't want to get hurt... I didn't want to hurt YOU."
Trowa thought for a moment, then realized what to say... what his subconscience had been saying all along. He dipped his head and whispered in her ear, "The risk is worth it," before kissing her earlobe and straightening again.
"Well, Romeo, where are we going now?" Maggie joked.
"As unromantic as this sounds, Maggie, the surveillance room."
"Wh- Ah. Sally's in there?"
"I'm guessing... along with Duo, Julie, Wufei..."
"Well, then, we can kill Julie and Duo, right?"
Trowa flat out grinned. "I don't know if I want to anymore... the result were quite satisfying."
"Oh, I'm SO happy the customer was satisfied," she retorted, batting her eyelashes in exaggeration.
"Were you?" he asked softly. She hit his shoulder with about a hundredth of her strength.
"Of course I'm satisfied... and very, very happy."
"Good... ah, look, we're here."
Trowa opened the door. "Hey, guys," Maggie said.
"I would say that's Maggie's voice," said Julie without turning around, "but it's too high up. So, PLEASE, someone, tell me I'm just paranoid." Sally looked up, then grimaced.
"Sorry, Julie, can't tell you that." She smirked at Wufei before finishing, "It would be dishonorable."
Wufei rolled his eyes.
Trowa spoke up. "Sally, I need you to take a look at Maggie's ankle."
Sally looked up, all traces of amusement gone. "Why? What'ss wrong?"
"I think she sprained it..."
"No..." drawled Maggie, "UNE sprained it when she threw me into the wall, but, you know, that's just a mere technicality."
Sally rose, immediately businesslike. "Come on."
They followed Sally to her office, where Trowa gently laid Maggie on the desk. Sally bent to examine the ankle and frowned. "Maggie, how the hell were you walking? This ankle isn't sprained, it's broken!"
Trowa frowned. "Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure! Maggie, I need to snap this bone back into place, ok?"
"Sure, go ahead."
Sally put one hand on Maggie's heel and the other on her calf. "This is going to hurt," she warned. Maggie shrugged. Sally gave a fast twisting motion, moving her hands in opposite directions. The snap was audible, although Maggie herself never made a sound. "Maggie?"
"Yeah?"
Sally was, once again, frowning. "You... ok?"
She shrugged again. "I'm FINE, Sally. I TRIED to tell Trowa that, but he doesn't listen to me, obviously."
Sally threw up her hands. She looked at Trowa. He looked just as confused as she. "Maggie, your ankle was just placed in traction. You're telling me you feel no pain whatsoever?"
"I never said THAT."
They both looked at Maggie's serene face. The only pain they saw was in her eyes, which were too expressive for her own good, in her own opinion.
Sally stood up decisively. "Well, I was starting to think we had another Heero on our hands! Maggie, do you mind if Trowa comes with me to get you some painkillers?"
"No, not at all, Sally," she said quietly.
Trowa was about to protest when Sally snagged his arm and hauled him outside and around the corner to a one way mirror. "Watch," she whispered.
Sure enough, as soon as they left, Maggie's head tipped back, letting the tears stream down her face. Her shoulders shook for a moment, then she composed herself, leaning forward toward a glass of water sitting on Sally's desk. She snatched up a tissue, dipped it in the glass, and carefully wiped her face. By the time she was finished, Trowa would have thought he had imagined her tears.
"Shit."
Sally nodded. "I knew she was holding it in.... run up to Dispensary and ask them for morphine.... I sent you, they'll know that."
"Morphine?"
"Trowa, DON'T argue with me, I know what I'm doing. Go!"
Trowa set off at a run. He was back in two minutes with the hypodermic.
He quickly knocked on the door to Sally's office. After a moment, Sally's voice came, "Come in, Trowa."
Trowa stuck his head in, surveying quickly. Maggie looked completely composed. "What are you waiting for, Trowa? She won't bite, and she needs that morphine," said Sally.
Maggie turned to Sally quickly, who immediately clapped a hand over her mouth. "Morphine?" Maggie asked incredulously. "MORPHINE?"
"Now, Maggie..." Sally started.
"Don't try to placate me, Sally Po! Do you know what I'll be LIKE on morphine?" She didn't wait for an answer before continuing, "It'll be like I'm severely drunk! Hey, it's all fun and games when you give BRIDGET some and lock her in a room with Kat, but this is ME!"
Sally turned to Trowa. "Go get Kat out of that room, NOW."
Trowa smiled, leaning against the wall. "No, I don't think I'll spoil Bridget's fun. Besides.... 1) Kat's gonna enjoy it too much for me to ruin it for him. 2) I'd prefer to stay in here while Maggie's under."
"Oh, no! No. Way. You are NOT staying, Trowa, and that's final!" Maggie shrieked.
As she shrieked, Sally skillfully stuck her with the needle and said, "Trowa, I'm going to go let Kat out of that room. When Maggie falls asleep, take her down the hall to one of the offices, I'm sure there's a couch in there somewhere. Any of the offices will work, and choose one for yourself."
"I'd rather stay with her, if that's okay."
"Sure. Trowa, she'll be fine, trust my medical opinion on this one."
(Bridget: Soooooooo, Mags, how DO you kiss-)
(Maggie: Not TELLIN'!)
(Jess: *pout*)
(Amanda: Tell us, tell us, tell us....)
(Maggie: No.)
(Chorus: Damn.)
~*~ Meanwhile ~*~
Kat swallowed silently and reached a hand out to open the door to the room where Bridget was. He looked inside and blinked... for a moment he thought she was gone, because the bed was empty. A quick, panicked surveillance of the room revealed, however, that she was standing silently by the window, her hand on the pane as she looked forlornly at the stars.
To Be Continued... *mwahaha*