Liz sat Little Matthew on the counter, and silently went to work. She instructed him to remove his shirt in which he did. She poured some alcohol onto a little cotton ball and he didn't even flinch as she applied it to his wound.

"You can cry you know," she said glancing up at him, seeing his eyes water yet he didn't move a muscle.

"Crying is for the weak." he merely replied. Liz looked at him confused for a second.

"Who taught you that?"

"My father mam." he merely said like a robot.

"Well is he the one who did this to you?" she asked, smiling tying to start conversation. Yet when he didn't respond she looked up, shocked. "Oh my goodness he was the one who did this to you didn't he?" she asked shocked. Again he did not reply, and for some reasons the tears seemed to well up more now in his tiny little eyes then before. "Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry I- " yet she wasn't sure what to say. She merely sighed. "Why don't we get you bandaged up, and you can go take a nap huh?"She said. He merely nodded robotically as she added the Goss or bandages around his tiny skinny little arm. He was so weak...how could this be her strong Matthew?

3 hours later Liz sat in the study, a sea of books surrounding her. Like an ocean thier were waves, and small stakes of books. Her reading glass's rested on the end of her nose as she searched like a mad animal for a cure. Until she heard a scream a loud horrifying scream.

Liz dashed up the stairs and saw Little Matt, start to change he was getting larger and larger, suddenly realizing what was happening she closed the door and saw through the crack at the bottom a small flash of light. She wanted outside patiently for a moment, before she heard shuffling and knew he was changing yet Matthew didn't come out as an 8 year old, or his 22-year-old self. No.his was older...much older...or well he it least looked it.

"Elizabeth?" he merely whispered, his voice deeper. His face much more roughish, bristles of hair growing on his face. His earring gone, and yet now on his neck resided a large scar. His eyes were not...what they used to be. It seemed as if he could see she honestly wished he couldn't because his eyes weren't as warm as they were before. They were still soul searching blue, yet now they had a layer of ice upon him...just like everything else. He was so dark...so cold...she was afraid to touch him. "Elizabeth?" he repeated.

"W-who are you?" she stuttered.

"Matt." he merely whispered. "I-I think I know what's going on...I remember you telling me about this. Look Liz, I want you to do me a favor."

"W-what?" she asked obviously scared.

"Stay away from me...over the years I have gone over a million what-ifs, and I figured out a big one is if we were never together then, it would of never happened..."

"What would of never happened?" she whispered obviously scared. He merely sighed and cupped her cheek, and surprisingly his hands where warm, and as he looked at her, his eyes were what they once were, the way they were when they first met.

"I would of never lost you," he whispered, as he leaned in and kissed her briefly and gently, yet it still left butterflies in her stomach.

"What happens now?" she whispered.

"Wren is going to come through that door, with an antidote, because turns out he has a relative that allowed him a free wish, and he is going to use it to turn me back to normal." as if on cue the doorbell rang.

"Matt I-"

"Shh Liz... I'm so sorry... for the things I am going to do to you," he merely whispered as he kissed her once more, with passion this time. She returned the kiss, and it made her dizzy because it was extremely fiery. She pulled away and licked her lips and looked up at him shyly. Where those tears forming in his eyes?

"Liz-MATT?" screamed Wren.

Matthew Pryce awoke, feeling an inch and his shoulder was a bandage up.

"W-what happened?" he moaned realizing he was on the couch.

"Long story." said Wren rolling his eyes.

"Yeh, long story." said Liz leaning back, yet she remained quite, what was up with her.

"Mathew?" asked Joni from the opening of the living room. "Whats going on? I keep hearing screaming, and yelling, and crying, and I'm scared."

"Come here sweet-heart," he whispered as she ran to his arms and he scooped her up. "I'm here now, big brothers here." he whispered. Liz and Wren merely left.

"Good...now can we go to the movies now?"

"Joni you have the chicken pox" he laughed.

"Oh...so how bout now?" she asked cocking her head to one side.

"Hey Liz" said Matt coming to sit with her, at "Zoë's". She was sitting all by herself at a booth in the diner, a cup of coffee on the table and was staring out the window pondering.

"Oh hey Matt." she said turning to him and giving him a fake smile.

"Hey Liz, I was wondering if you weren't doing anything tonight maybe we could go out? I mean, as a thanks for taking care of me and the others when we were sick."

"Yeh, sure all of you are coming?"

"Actually..." he said looking at her innocently. "I was just hoping you and me."

"Umm you know what? I can't, I have some other plans," she said remerging future Wesley's warning.

"Oh, then how about -"

"No, I'm sort of busy for a while, I don't think I can make it. In fact, I am going to be pretty busy for a while, so you probably won't see me that often anymore... if you'll excuse me." she said as she left the money on the table, and also left a dumbstruck Matthew.