Thank you to all! Longest chapter ever!

This is my very last chapter, so I'm giving you all props before you read! Whoo-hoo!

Note: this is only for those who responded to Chapter 6. Everyone else I already got.

First and foremost, to my beta-reader and best friend, Kali Donovan: You have been so, so, so, so, so, so, so much help in this story! I love you for that and shall lavish you with praise, cookies, and baked macaroni as soon as possible! Note to all peoples: Kali's genius is responsible for many of the witty quips and discription! She is also responsible for my almost-constant updating, in my attempt to be a good example for her! Kali has convinced me to keep my fanfiction career going, which is responsible for the fact that I keep myself up at night, trying to think up new story ideas for you all. Lavish her with praise by reading and reviewing her Teen Titans fanfictions; they rock! Kali, there is no doubt in my mind that you are a true goddess, and the next beta reading you need is on the house. And yes, I know you will kill me for embarrassing you!

Quill in Hand: Thank you, dahling for the luverly review! It means so much! I'm glad I guilted you into it ((wink)). And I , too, am on the constant look-out for Holly/Foaly action. But, if life give you lemons, write your own stories...wait...that didn't sound right...anyway, thanks for the reviews, hon!

Ariana the musical genius: DAHHHHHHLLLINNNG! Thank you for the review, dear! Yoda rox; that's why. And your reviews have been both constant and luverly. Thanks a bunch, kiddo!

Calipotato: Lurve your name! Have you been reading this whole time and not reviewing until the sixth chapter ((narrows eyes with smirk))? (You too, Quill!) Well, I'm glad you did review, and glad you liked it! Thanks!

athleticsrulz: I said it before, I'll say it again: I never get tired of hearing that! (okay, maybe a little...) THANK YOU SO MUCH, AS YOU HAVE REVIEWED FROM THE BEGINNING AND HAVE BEEN VERY KIND THE ENTIRE WAY THROUGH! Thou art truely a wonderful human being (or human bean, as I like to say!) You rock in stereo!

Lisa: Here's a nice, long chapter. I hope you enjoy it! In this one, I hope the characters aren't off-center ((sweatdrops)). Thanks for the review!

SenexCowan: Dear sir: I hope you enjoy this humble bit of utter nonsense, and I look forward to being kidnapped. Might I recommend Earl Grey caffeinated tea, if you haven't already tried it? Thank you so much for your reviews and consructive criticism!

JayJayde: Thank you for the review! I'm glad you think it was cool! Peace, love, and happiness, dahling! You'd make a great
comedian; you're so funny!

Mom: Yo, Mom! Thank you for reviewing! It means a bunch. I hope you read this, and I hope it stands out! I know that you don't often get to read what I write, mostly because we're both really, really busy all of the time. But I'm happy you got around to seeing this, and I hope you like the ending. But if you start crying at your desk, young lady, I'm sending Molly to Pakistan to cheer you up! And you don't want that to happen (she smells awful)! So read and review, hon! Hugs and kisses.

Redwren: I love the e-ville larf (laugh) in your review! Apricots are curious objects, aren't they... Thank you for all of your reviews, O sweet one!

FetishFemale: One week...short enough? Anyhow, thank you for all of your reviews; thou hast been most kind. I had to punish the e-ville ones among us, I'm afraid ((eyes dart left to right suspiciously)) Thank you so much, m'dear! You've been very sweet! Good luck with your reading career!

slime frog: Oh, dear, what can I say about you. Well, first off, you're bloody brilliant, hysterically funny, and infinately wise (apricots are up to something; I'm glad someone else knows!) You're right; who needs other reviewers when I've got you all, such a brilliant bunch! Your stories are funny, too ((giggle)). Thank you so much for all your kindness and time! You rock! I hope to hear from you again someday soon!

Cricket-chan: I'm so pleased you love it! Cleaning is overrated, you know...(my brain: yeah, so says she-with-spotless-room.) Thank you for your reviews. Big, shiny note: Everyone who reviewed to chapter six, be sure to read the closing remarks about the apricots!

Titanic: Whoot! Another shipper! Huzzah! I wish you many prosperous stories and I'll be keeping an eye out for you! Thank you so much for your review!

Yuna-flowering: I'm glad you find the story amusing; I try! Thanks so much for your review! Power and prosperity to your Final Fantasy fics!

-anon-anon-anon- : Thank you for the compliments! They mean a lot. I'm really pleased you think it's funny: I tried to be, but without going over the top. Thank you!

On a slightly different note:

Knight of Eternal Darkness: I will take your reviews as flames, simply because the repitition of "Die, Frond, die" so eloquently pointed out your feelings. This is the revisial of the first response I typed, and it appears to be coming off much less nastily.

While I do appreciate the fact that you actually reviewed to my story, the wit (if there indeed was any and it completely flew over my head) seemed cruel and generally unpleasant to read. I suppose that threats on one's life simply becasue the reviewer does not happen to like the pairing chosen have that effect. It might be just me.

Nevertheless, I thank you for your reviews, however crude and unkind they may be. Good day to you.

And now, for another reviewer to a different chapter:

Trouble Kelp: Short but sweet. I'll make this equally so. Thanks a mill, and good luck in all endeavours!

Okay! That's it! You all have your thank-yous (or otherwise), so I'll shut up and get to the story! See you at the bottom!

Holly, doing the most professional and polished thing she could think of, ran into the ladies' room. There, she splashed cold water on her face, dried her face with a paper towel, looked in the mirror, and splashed her face once more. Holly then sputtered over the sink, allowing the drops to fall into the basin, while she tried to collect the curious little torments that were buzzing around in her head into organized thoughts.

It was rather trying.

At long last, she was capable of actual, structured thought. They were as follows:

'What the hell…?'

'He can't!'

'He does!'

'No gods-forsaken way!'

'He does! It was right there! He fancies me!'

'No chance. He can't fancy me…it must have been a typo.'

'The closest thing to "Holly" is "holy", and why in the name of the gods would he write that "holy" is attractive?'

'It's a joke!'

'It can't be! That was Foaly, down to the repulsive grammar! No one else can make a computer sarcastic like that!'

'It's a joke.'

(Author's Note: Hey, I said it was structured; not that it was decisive.)

Holly splashed yet another round of water onto her face, pulling out of her own cluttered psyche. Her inner strategist, though nearly half-dead by years of neglect, was suddenly hard at work.

'It's not a joke!'

Holly's forehead found the counter, and remained there.

Foaly, meanwhile, was pacing. Well, that is, he was dragging himself around on two legs while the other two remained in his swivel chair. He hadn't enough room to pace properly. His thoughts, though remarkably more organized than Holly's, were equally freaked out.

'Okay. So, she knows about your journal. Best Case Scenario: she runs in here, professes her deep hidden love, leaps into your arms, kisses you, and it's happily-ever-after from here to the credits. Right. Real probable. Worst Case Scenario: she runs in here, murders you slowly and painfully, somehow manages to blame it on Whitfield, continues working here, and falls in love with Chix. Again, that is the most probable thing under the Earth. So there's absolutely nothing to worry about.'

Foaly sighed, and mentally cursed his parents for giving him such a dorky name. "Foalonious," honestly!

'Likely Scenario: she comes in here and tells you that you should "just be friends" and waits for agreement. You give it, because what else can you do? Then, she goes and ruins both Whitfield and Kelp's respective careers, at long last murdering them. She marries another and you get invited to the wedding (which inevitably means a suit and heartbreak), eventually dying alone with you patents clenched to your heart.'

Somehow, that one was worse than the Worst Case Scenario.

'Evasive Tactics: Lock self in Ops Booth and only come out at midnight for food.'

That one had promise. But Holly could stay up and stay here late.

'Have "the talk" and get it over with.'

That wasn't evasive in the slightest.

'Proclaim self-inflicted mind-wipe and ask where you have been for past decade.'

Though that was probably his favorite, Foaly's plan was dragged to a screeching halt, by "evasive" tactic #2 staring him in the face.

Chay and Grub had parted ways and were hoping to live through the hour in their respective cubicles.

Chay had given up trying to fix his computer, but decided to tackle some paperwork in his inbox.

Holly crept out of the girl's room, flattening herself against the wall. The last thing she wanted to do was talk to anyone.

Unfortunately for her, she heard a familiar voice singing, "And when I get that feeling
I want sexual healing, sexual healing, oh baby…" In no time, Holly knew that Chix would be coming around the corner.

Holly desperately looked up into one of the cameras.

"Wouldn't it be a lovely coincidence if you called me into the Ops booth?" she whispered pointedly, sure that Foaly's microphones would have picked up a dead fly hiccupping.

No sound came over the intercom.

"…Helps to relieve my mind, sexual sealing baby, is good for me, sexual healing is something that's good for me…"

"Wouldn't it be lovely if you called me into the Ops boot and spared me having to be sexually assaulted by a bipedal green creature?" Holly whispered fiercely, beginning to panic. Silence, and the nearing, badly-sung strains of "Sexual Healing," reigned.

Chix rounded the corner, and instantly spotted Holly. Wearing his trademark suggestive grin that just made you want to spit, he came over to the fairy. Holly decided to whip out the big guns before the sprite had a chance to say anything.

"Hey, Chix," she said, "want to know Foaly's first name?"

"Holly Short, report to the Operations Booth, NOW!" Foaly's voice, tinny-sounding over the intercom, commanded.

"Hello! Got to go! See you around!" Holly said, and ran like a bat out of hell, leaving a confused and curious sprite in her wake.

Twenty seconds later, Holly ran into the Ops booth, threw her arms around the centaur therein, and cried "I love you! You rock, Foalonious!"

Foaly started to hug her back, but then his back went rigid.

Both stood there for a few stupefying seconds, suddenly realizing exactly what happened earlier that day, and exactly the position they were in now. Holly slowly drew her arms back and stood in front of him.

"We need to talk," she said.

"Of course," Foaly nodded. "But, out of curiosity, do you know how heavily that statement in laden with cliché?"

"Go get me a chair."

"There aren't any. They're all taken."

"So get up and let a lady have the chair!" Holly said, gesturing with her hands.

"I take up more space than you!"

"No excuse!"

"Look, you can stand, sit on the floor, or sit on my lap. You've got to pick"

"You don't have a lap."

"Okay, on my back."

"No way in hell," Holly said, and plopped herself onto the floor.

"So…what do you want to talk about?"

"Grub?" Chay asked quietly, his pen still scribbling, "are you alive? Or at you hanging from the rafters with your throat slit, and soon I'll find mysterious red drops on my papers?"

"I'm alive, I think," came the alive, non-bloody response.

"Good. Me too. Except that I can't get much work done without my computer." Chay finished the document and leaned back in his chair, after a careful inspection for fear of poison-tipped tacks. "Do you reckon I ought to risk Foaly's wrath and ask about getting it fixed?"

"I don't know. Could be dangerous."

"True. But I'll have to bite the bullet someday. I'll go in a few minutes."

-Meanwhile, in The Ops Booth-
"Oh, well, that's perfectly clear now."

"Yeah; it takes a little while, but eventually you can read quadratic equations like the back of your hand."

"Interesting. So…what music do you listen to?"

"Er…"

"Oh gods…you listen to Disco, don't you?"

"Not exactly…"

"So what, Foalonious?"

"Well…promise you won't laugh."

"I promise."

"…Polka."

"…Polka?"

"Yeah."

"…Polka?"

"And Disco, sometimes."

"…Pol-ka?"

"Yes, okay! What do you listen to?"

"Rock. But Foaly…

"Yeah?"

"You're such a nerd."

"I read somewhere that nerds make better lovers. Are you complementing me?"

"Not with a pick-up line like that."

"Yeah, well, scientific studies show…"

Chay Whitfield strode bravely through the lounge, through the hallways, and through the Tech department to the very heart of the kingdom of fairy police technology, the Ops booth.

His jaw set and his back erect, his badge polished and shirt tucked in, he looked in every way a brave solider ready to face doom.

In the Police Plaza, gossip travels fast, and the morning's activities had already found themselves in the grapevine. Some fairies reverently bowed their head at Chay's passing, holding a respectful moment of silence for the brave corporal, who was about to meet his maker.

Stepping up to the Ops Booth, he noticed that the door was strangely open a few centimeters. Peeking inside, he let out a gasp.

"Holy fires of hell!" he said aloud, turned on his heel, and strode back towards his cubicle, a bit of a spring to his step. Two voices from the Ops booth floated out.

"What? You'd think he'd never seen two people kiss before!" Foaly's amused, yet irritated voice exclaimed softly.

"I think it's the shock of not seeing you with your tin foil hat on," Holly said.

"Hmm…you may be onto something there."

And so ends a truly pointless (and yet somehow strangely amusing) story.

To those who reviewed to the sixth chapter: Fear not the apricots. They shalt not harm you! You will not even be forced eat them!

To those who wish to redeem themselves: Review to this chapter and say the word "Apricots". Then, all will be well!

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Review! I love you guys (platonically, of course)! Keep a look out for some of my other stuff! I'll do more stuff soon!

Until next time: This is Semine, signing off!