Disclaimer: Um, yeah...would we be writing this if we owned any of it? Nope! We'd be taking over the show if we owned it all. (Insert Evil Laugh Here)

A/N: Sorry this took so long you guys. My computer decided to suck, and then my father's computer decided to suck as well, so I was unable to get ANY Internet access or anything for a while. On the upside, I had my birthday on the 17th, and I bought the movie Stand By Me with the gift certificate I got. So when you think about it, I kind of technically own Jerry O'Connell, but my little sister says he's HERS in that one. Amazing how fast she gained some taste...Anyways, back to the story!

"Hey, I see you got yourself a girlfriend now Farmboy."

Woody turned around slowly to face Jordan, formulating his reply as he did. He had to make this one count.

"Not that it's any of your business, but yes, Devan and I are dating," he said, sounding a lot pissier than he meant to.

"A little pissy today, aren't we?" Jordan said, trying to make light of the situation. "You and Blondie have a fight or something?"

"No," Woody said, now getting irritated for real. "It's just that I don't see how it's any of your business that I'm seeing Devan now."

"Easy there, Farmboy," Jordan said, putting her hands up as if to stop an impending attack. "I was just kidding...Damn, did you leave your sense of humor in the elevator or something?"

"Sorry," Woody said, feeling a bit relieved. "I had a bit of a rough time getting to sleep last night. Not funny," he said, as he noticed Jordan stifling a laugh in her hand. "I had too much caffeine yesterday, and it caught up with me."

Jordan laughed in spite of herself. The idea of Devan keeping Woody up all night was disturbing to her, but funny as hell nonetheless. "I couldn't help it," she said, still laughing. "You walked right into that one."

"Just because you found this guy in the gutter doesn't mean you had to leave your mind there in trade," Woody said. "You knew what I meant."

"Look, can we just get to work on this guy?" Jordan asked, finally calmed down. "If you're wondering if I'm OK with you dating Devan, I'm fine with it."

"If you say so," Woody said, staring intently at a spot on the floor. He looked up at Jordan as soon as she turned her back. "She's so goddamned beautiful," he thought to himself. "I didn't want to resort to this, but if it's the only way to get her back, so be it."

Jordan turned, and her eyes met Woody's. She had heard somewhere-probably from the same place Devan had-that the eyes are the windows to the soul. She hoped to hell wherever she had heard that was wrong, because if they were telling the truth, Woody would be able to tell that she was lying through her teeth.

She wasn't OK with Woody and Devan going out, and she knew it. "I just hope he doesn't see it," Jordan thought. "I made him wait too damned long. It's my fault they're dating, but what can I do about it? I guess I missed my chance."

Nigel slammed the door to his office. "Damn it!" he thought. Devan was with Woody, he had seen it with his own eyes. He had been hoping to God that he was seeing things, but he hadn't been. "Damn it!" he said, sitting down at his desk. How had he let this happen?

"Well, let's think," he said to himself. "I flirted shamelessly with her, never asked her out on a date, and let Woody step in, all because I'm a bloody idiot. Maybe there's something I can-no, I can't do that. No matter how much I hate the bastard right now, I can't break them up. Devan's happy right now. But I want her to be happy with me! God, I'm a selfish bastard when I get to it."

Nigel put his head down on his desk, when he suddenly got an idea.

"Who knows?" he thought happily. "Maybe it won't last that long..."

A/N 2: Well, wasn't that a treat? Now there's only one thing left for you readers to do: REVIEW! Come on! You know you want to! Alex and I will send you your favorite character if you do! Or maybe cookies! Take your pick, just review!