A/N: Lots of people commented wanting more!

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Barb unlocked the door and Phil carried Keely into his house again as he had twenty-four hours earlier. He rested her on the couch and then thought better of it. Carefully he picked her up again, not wanting to wake her, and carried her up the stairs to his room. The walking up the stairs with at least a hundred-pound bundle in his arms quickly tired his legs, but he ignored it as he set her down on his bed and covered her up with a blanket. She rolled over and curled around the blanket, huddling in a ball on the mattress. Phil smiled despite the situation and went downstairs to find Lloyd, closing the door silently.

"What's up?" said Lloyd as he saw his son walk into the kitchen. The Time Crumpler glowed in his hands, and he put it back into the refrigerator when he saw the look on Phil's face. The fridge had come to be the storage place for the TC, since the Diffys ate sprayfood for the most part anyways, and only Phil and Pim (and, somehow, Curtis) actually knew what the cold box was for. "Phil, how is Keely? She's not…"

"No!" Phil interrupted before his father could spit out whatever had come to mind. "No. Keely's fine. Well, not fine. She's in a lot of pain right now. And I know what happened."

From his backpack, which his mother had apparently stopped by his school to pick up, he produced the SGO, and his father rolled his eyes. "Please tell me you didn't use that on Keely!"

"I won't tell you, then."

"Phil, Phil, Phil, Phil, PHIL!" Lloyd exclaimed as he had when he found out that Phil had used a milk engine on a science project. "That was only in alpha! It was untested!"

"No kidding," Phil monotoned. "Mom figured that part out. In any case, can you reverse the effects of this?"

Lloyd sighed. "I can try." With the glowing stick he had been using on the TC, he poked and prodded the SGO. "If I could get it to spit the stain back out onto Keely, it might undo everything. But it has to be on the exact same shirt in the exact same spot. Let me work on it. You go check on Keely."

Phil was only too happy to oblige. He dashed back up the stairs and stopped right before the door, opening it quietly again. Keely was lying awake on his bed, obviously miserable. He sat down by her and she sat up, leaning her entire torso against his body, and he hugged her shoulders. "God, Keel, I was so scared. I thought you might, y'know, kick the bucket."

Despite herself, Keely managed a laugh. "What a delicate way of saying it. I did too. But I don't remember anything. Well, you know, besides the…"

Phil nodded with a small smile. He knew exactly what she was talking about. "Yeah. Seth gave me the third degree."

Another laugh. This must be a good sign. "If Seth gave you the third, Tia gave me the fourth. It's like Big Brother."

Phil chuckled. "High school sucks."

Keely shrugged and smiled. "Not everything about it sucks," she said with a rueful giggle. "Friends are the best part of it, and the worst part. They track your every move, which could be a bad thing… or a good thing. Speaking of, thanks for having my back out there. Literally."

"Anytime," Phil said softly. "Just don't do it again anytime soon."

Their little tender moment was ruined when Keely started crying again. "Phil, please, can you make it stop? Anything, anything to make it stop!"

Phil was on the verge of tears as well. It was Gehenna to see his best friend going through this. "My dad's working on it. I promise, you'll be all better soon. I swear."

Her body was racked with sobs and Phil felt the throbs of pain coursing through her body from her voice. "I haven't hurt like this in a really long time. Not since… well, that doesn't count. Not in a long time."

"Not since what?" Phil couldn't help asking.

"Well, you know, not since… you and Alice were at the ball."

This took Phil by surprise. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I was… jealous. I guess flirting with Robby the Robot was my payback, eh?" she chuckled through her tears.

"Yeah, I guess it was."

"Anyone want some brunch?" Phil heard his mom yell up the stairs.

"C'mon," he said, pulling Keely to her feet. "Can you walk?" She shook her head, and he got under her shoulder. "I'm sorry, but I've carried you places twice and my arms are killing me."

Keely tried to punch his arm but didn't have the energy. "Twice?"

"Home from school."

"Right," Keely mused. "I wouldn't remember that. Please, Philly-Willy?" She looked up into his brown eyes and made a sad face.

"I am putty in your hands," he admitted, scooping her up again. Keely laughed, and hugged him as best she could. He put her down again on the couch. Apparently the pain wasn't very bad, because she sat upright and had stopped crying a few minutes before. Barb brought in a spraycan and two plates and forks, and Phil sprayed first onto his plate. Two delectable pancakes smothered in syrup emerged from the foam and he grinned, spraying some for Keely as well. They ate, and Keely leaned her head on Phil's shoulder. Suddenly she looked up at him, and he looked down at her. They neared, closer, closer…

"Strawberries, anyone?" Barb stood in the doorway between the kitchen and den, holding up a bowl of red foam that was slowly becoming berry-shaped. Phil and Keely turned away from each other, blushing furiously, but accepted the berries.

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A/N: Pheelier! w00t!