Don't own Fillmore blah blah blah.

Act 9: Someone to Watch over You

Ingrid woke up and rubbed her eyes, turning her head to her clock she groaned at the time; six o'clock. She got up and walked downstairs but stopped when she heard her father's voice. "So Lillian, tomorrow will be the anniversary of when you left me. Our children have grown up quite a bit and I'm sure you would be proud, especially of Ingrid. At first after you left she went through a big rebellious stage, but now she is a crime fighter in her school. Isn't that wonderful? Oh Lillian" he choked back a sob and Ingrid sat on the last step. After all of the excitement of the week how could she have forgotten that her mother's funeral was tomorrow?

She climbed back up the stairs. Sitting on her bed tears began to well up, and in the dark of her room she felt as if her mother had just past away again.

She woke up again, but this time to a pile of tissues and the bright sunlight baring its face to her. She got up and touched her swollen eyes and tried very hard not to think to be void of thoughts to stop her self from crying again.

She and her mother had been so close; she had been the energetic mom who worked hard to support everything she did. Ingrid remembered how she had always had a smile on her face; Ingrid also grimaced at the thought of the bright colours she had worn back then. She had only done it because her mother had loved it, but after she had died Ingrid donned nothing but black.

Ingrid looked at her feet and remembered the day of the accident; it had been Tuesday and she had been called down to the principles office, she had believed it was about the flour bomb she had planted for the supply teacher but when she walked into the office she knew it wasn't. Her sister and her father were there with the principle; they had looked at her with tear stained eyes and told her that her mother had died in a car accident. Ingrid remembered the disbelief and outrage; she remembered the emptiness she had felt every day after that, and the anger. She began to care very little about anyone and that had never changed until she had come to X Middle School. That was where she had met Fillmore.

Ingrid looked around her room and stopped when her eyes passed over the walkie talkie, picking it up she buzzed Fillmore. He answered tiredly.

"Fillmore here, who is it?" He asked.

"Fillmore? It's Ingrid"

"Is everything okay?" he asked with some concern.

Ingrid wanted to lie and say yes, but this was the first time she had ever wanted to open up to someone about the pain she felt about her mother and if she couldn't do it with Fillmore there was no one else. "I- need to talk to you Fillmore, everything is not okay"

She said sullenly.

"I'll be there in half an hour" and with that he was gone.

Ingrid opened her eyes widely and looked down at her shorts and t-shirt remnants of her colourful days. "Not in this you are going to see me" she got up and quickly got ready.

Ingrid opened the door when Fillmore knocked and blushed at his wide eyed look. "What? Do I really look that bad?" She asked he didn't answer just pulled her into a hug and Ingrid felt misty eyed again, but this time beat them back. He held her so tightly and suddenly Ingrid felt so safe, she wrapped her arms around him and prayed the embrace would never end. Suddenly from behind her she heard her father's voice.

"Why Ingrid I didn't know that you were dating Fillmore!" He exclaimed, turning to face him she noticed that he showed no tell tale signs of this morning, then she wondered how often he had done that and she had never known.

"Hello Mr. Third" said Fillmore pulling away from Ingrid hesitantly. She stared at her father for a moment until he blinked in question towards her.

"Oh um dad Fillmore and I just started going out. I was wondering if it would be okay with you if we went for a bit of a walk"

"Fine with me just be back before lunch, today I'm making my famous Third power sandwiches, hey Fillmore why don't you come too!" Fillmore nodded and then felt him self be pulled out the door.

"Bye dad" called out Ingrid.

Fillmore and Ingrid walked slowly down the street until they reached a park, she still hadn't said anything but Fillmore was patient and waited for he could sense this was serious. She sat down on a bench near the pond and he seated himself beside her.

Staring out Ingrid began to speak "Tomorrow is the day my mother died five years ago" Fillmore merely nodded his head. "This morning I had this moment where I felt it had been the moment when I had found out my mother was gone. I have realized that I'm still not over it, and I doubt I'll ever be."

"Well who could ever truly get over a parent dying? Especially one that you were close to, all you can do Ingrid is remember her and know that she would be proud to see who you have become." She nodded and looked at some flowers that were growing by the bench.

"I just wish it had never happened, I wish that she had never left"

"I know, I know" Fillmore placed his arm around her and held her close to him, it was hard to think that it was only yesterday that they had admitted their feelings for one another, it felt like they had done it a long time ago. He looked at her face and wanted to make her happy so he got up and picked her up. She cried out in surprise and looked at him.

"Fillmore what are you doing?!" She exclaimed.

He merely smiled and said "I am going to give you the best day ever" and kissed her right there.

Well there we go another chapter!! I have got my co-op all organized so I'll be able to write more often! :)