Attack of the Disclaimer: No, I don't own it. Yes I would like to. Yes I do want him, but no I don't have him. Yes I am sad.

No zombies in this part, just a fluffy piece o stuff. Fluff is good sometimes. Fluffy Simon...here boy! Come to mommy! Woof! Oh sorry... Fluff and a plot point!!! WHOOHOO

Later that morning Emily woke to the scents of toast, bacon, and eggs. Her head hurt a bit, a side effect of the lager no doubt.

She was lying on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket and cozy warm. Flashes of the night before came back to her, and she wondered if she'd really be able to face Shaun since she'd practically attacked him. She didn't know what had come over her, maybe it was the jazz, maybe it was the kiss on the dance floor, the chamomile tea, or maybe she was just a horny chick. Either way, it had been great...she couldn't argue that.

Stretching her legs under the throw she thought seriously about what she was doing. She was on vacation, she didn't live here, she had only known this guy less than 24 hours and she'd spent the night with him. That was something that she'd never done her entire life.

It wasn't rebounding, she knew better than that, at least on her end. She really liked this guy, really really liked him. Before she put more thought into it, she needed to find out what he was feeling this morning after, such as it was.

With a stifled groan, she opened her eyes to the sunlight filtering through the blanket that was over her head. She could hear humming coming from where she knew the kitchen was along with the clink of silverware and plates. The smells of food were making her hungry. She peeked her head out from under the throw and looked around.

Shaun picked that moment to come around the corner, to see if she was even moving yet. She'd been pretty knackered and he blamed himself a bit for that. When he met her eyes, he saw that flash of color hit her cheeks and she pulled the blanket back up over half her face. Her hand appeared over the edge of the throw and gave him a wave. "Hi." She said in a small voice.

It was so damn adorable he couldn't help the grin that spread over his face. "Hey there," He pointed towards the kitchen. "Uhm, I made breakfast."

"It smells great." The little voice came again. "Do you...have a place I could get...you know...dressed?"

Dumbass! He thought to himself, mentally slapping his head. "Oh yeah, sure...right through there." He pointed towards the bathroom down the hall. "2nd door on the right."

Shaun zipped back into the kitchen and Emily wrapped the throw around herself and started picking up her clothes. Good lord...they were everywhere! It took about a minute but she managed to find all of them and headed off to the bathroom.

In the kitchen Shaun had the last of the toast finished and placed it on the table beside the jam. He was nervous, truthfully, very nervous. The images from the nightmare were fresh in his mind. The fact that it had seemed so real, and what was said between them was still in his head. The fact that it had felt like someone had torn out his soul and shredded it into little pieces as he'd watched her die.

He'd known her for about a day and yet...he really really liked this girl. He knew she was only on a holiday, but at the same time he thought there was something between them. He didn't want to have her walk out the door and never come back, somewhere deep in the back of his mind Shaun knew that he needed to get this girl in his life somehow. He needed her. But how to do that without bollixing it up was the problem.

"Wow...this looks great." Her voice came from behind him. He nearly leapt up onto the ceiling.

Her turned around, "Thank you. I don't know about you but I was starving." He pulled out a chair for her. "Have a seat."

She gave him a nervous grin. "Chivalry is not dead I see." She sat down and he took the seat opposite.

Shaun poured her a cup of tea. "So, uhm...what are your plans for the day then?" He asked her, putting down the pot and picking up his fork.

Emily picked up two sugar cubes and dropped them in her cup. "I'm not really sure; Deb has to go to work this afternoon, so I'm sure she's sleeping until the last minute."

"But it's Sunday?" He gave her a perplexed look as he took a bite of scrambled egg.

"She works as an assistant for the Nightly Reader, have you heard of it?" She took a bite of bacon and nearly wet herself it was so good.

Shaun rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah...they are a grade A rubbish rag. You should have seen the pictures they published back after the attack."

Emily looked surprised. "I've never seen it, but Deb says it's a great gig and that they are really popular."

He made a sound of disgust and bit into his toast. "They are really popular. That's the sad part."

She took a drink of her tea, deciding this was a sore subject. "Well, she's got to go in because one of the reporters she supports has some special exclusive that he's wanting her to help him with to make the Monday edition."

"Ah," He chewed thoughtfully for a moment. Here was an opportunity. "So, you don't really have anything on the calendar yet?"

"Nope, free and easy...that's me." Her eyes widened after she said it and she took a bite of her bacon.

Shaun coughed to cover the laugh that was fighting its way out of him. She was blushing again. It was probably a good thing that she hadn't met Ed before the whole mess; he'd have had a field day with her.

"Well, if that's the case, would you fancy a day out? I could show you some of the sights and maybe we could catch a matinee over at the Movie Dungeon?" He prayed he didn't look desperate and needy.

Inside she was dancing a jig. He didn't want to toss her out! Yay! "That sounds great. But I need to stop back by Deb's and freshen up a bit."

Shaun did a mental back flip. Yay! She wasn't dumping him! "Do you want me to come by and pick you up at around twelve?"

She checked her watch, 9:30am. "That's perfect. But I pay for the movie tickets."

He smiled at her. "Independent woman, it's a deal."

They finished up breakfast and Emily helped clean up. It felt right to Shaun that she was there. They laughed and talked while doing the dishes, falling into a routine of her washing and him drying and putting away. It was so blissfully normal.

After they were done, Shaun walked her to the door. She told him Deb's address while she shrugged into her jacket and then picked up her back pack and stepped outside. They stood in the doorway and suddenly it was a bit awkward.

"Well...I'll see you in a bit then." Shaun said, clasping his hands in front of him.

"Alrighty." Emily looked down, shook her head yes and turned to walk down the path to the street.

Shaun watched her for a moment. Then he turned to close the door when he heard footsteps coming towards him. He looked up just in time for her to kiss him so gently he turned to jelly right there in the doorway. She pulled away and he had a dazed look on his face. "Score!" she thought to herself. "Sorry, forgot to do that." She said and smiling headed back down to the sidewalk.

He stood there watching her go, until she turned the corner and was out of sight. Shaun sighed and closed the door, leaning his head against the cool glass pane in its center. "Bloody hell..." he muttered aloud. He was in love.