A/N: Another chapter for you Pheely Phluff Phans.

Luvbug1021-ilk: No kidding! Stupid Barb lol, but without her Keely would probably be dead since as far as I know Phil doesn't drive so….

TJ: yup, I have haha…

Fisharecoolies: it has the same effect on me, since it's not an official episode LOL… I keep thinking how I want there to be some contest where the best fanfiction would get produced into a real episode, but I would lose to a lot of other fanfics soooo… But thanks anyways! Hugs!

Dove-turns-2-duck: Awwww…well if it makes you feel any better Curtis could be a great author in Cro-Magnon-ese! LOL just kiddin'.. luv ya! Thanks for reviews!

Moofoot: NO, NO BOTHERING ANYONE ELSE. JUST ME! Lol… didn't they take the part out about Barb being a robot? I wish they hadn't, it would have been interesting! -points to a huge truck- That's carting your pillows to you! Hugs! And no, I won't kill Keels lol :)

Missperfect: again, thanks for reviewing on the Island! Hugs!

CorynTopangaFan: Thanks for the review :) I will read it soon.

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Lloyd followed Barb into the den where the two friends were red-faced and turned away from each other. Slightly confused as usual, he just shrugged and tossed the SGO at Phil, who grabbed it off the couch when it smacked into his back. "Nice aim, Dad," he said sarcastically as he held it up. "So, what do I do?"

"Aim it at the shirt and press the trigger," Lloyd explained. "It'll squirt the stain right out. Try to put it back where you took it from."

Keely grimaced, not from pain but from frustration. "But I love this shirt!"

"Don't worry," Barb interjected. "I have some 21st century stain remover that can get butter out, easy."

"Thanks," she muttered quietly as Phil aimed the can at her shirt. He pressed the trigger and the yellow shot out on Keely's shirt again. Almost as if it had been a bullet rather than butter, she rocked back and passed out again, falling forward off the couch.

"Keely!" Phil yelled as he caught her. "Good God, my arms have been doing the work of your legs lately!" He turned to Lloyd. "What now?"

"She'll come around soon," he responded. "Her body has to undo the damage."

Phil watched anxiously as Keely's body twitched, and the bruises on her arms disappeared almost instantly. Then she dropped onto the couch and let out a loud snore. Relieved, Phil held back his laugh. "I'll let her sleep. Keel, you ought to be ready and raring now, you've been sleeping so much!"

After about five minutes and loud snoring, Keely stirred. "What happened?"

"It's gone," Phil responded. "Or at least your symptoms are. The butter's back on your shirt."

"Who knew a little tub of butter could be such a pain in the butt?"

"You should have taken the cream cheese!" Phil grinned.

Keely shook her head with a smile. "No, next time I'll eat the bagel straight."

Barb interrupted again with a spraycan, not food but cleaner. "Let me have your shirt."

Keely reached down to pull it off and then noticed she was in public. "Right. Do you have something I can borrow?"

Barb nodded and waved for Keely to follow her. "Come up and I'll give you another shirt to wear." Keely nodded gratefully and followed Barb up the steps, using her own legs again.

Lloyd had finally figured it out. "You really like her, don't you, Phil?"

"What do you mean?"

"I saw what was going on before your mom walked into the room. I saw how you carried her everywhere, and, yes, I noticed the wet spots on your shirt when you brought her in from the hospital. It doesn't take a proton engineer to figure these things out. You let her cry in your shirt. Now that, son, is love."

"I do not love Keely," Phil denied, and was surprised at how harsh that sounded. "I mean, I love her like a friend but not love love, y'know?"

"Sure," Lloyd said.

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Barb dug through her drawers. "Ah-ha. This ought to fit." She pulled out a beautiful pink blouse and handed it to Keely.

"Wow, I'll be extra careful not to get butter on this!" she said in awe, fingering the collar on the ruffled blouse. "This is absolutely gorgeous!"

Barb laughed as she closed her drawers. "The bathroom's that way," she pointed to a door. "Change and I'll clean your shirt."

Keely nodded and dashed into the bathroom. Moments later she emerged and twirled around on one foot, the ruffles floating around her. "Fabulous," Barb grinned. "You look great. My son will definitely be impressed."

"What?" Keely turned away from the mirror. "What does this have to do with Phil?"

"Oh, nothing," Barb chuckled, "except he saved your life several times and I know how you feel about him, and how he feels about you."

"I don't… what did he say?" she broke in.

"See?"

Keely groaned. "Ms. Diffy, Phil and I are just best friends. Why does everyone keep getting on my back about this?"

"Because everyone can see it," Barb explained. "It's so obvious! You guys spend every second of every day together, and besides, I broke in with the strawberries right in the middle of your little moment, didn't I?"

Keely just groaned again and danced out of the room down the stairs. She finished the flight with another spin and Phil grinned, walking up to her. They were alone, Lloyd had gone back to his TC and Barb was up in her room rearranging her drawers. Phil held his hand out and bowed with a flourish. "May I have this dance, milady?" He jabbed a button on the Wiz'rd and classical music came out of nowhere.

Blushing furiously, Keely accepted his hand and they waltzed around the room, Phil dipping her every now and then. She grinned, light on her feet, following Phil's lead. The song finished and they collapsed on the couch in fits of giggles. "It's so nice to be able to stand up, let alone dance," Keely said between laughs.

"I was so worried about you."

"Phil, it's over. Stop saying that!"

Phil took in a deep breath. "My dad was right. This was a lot harder than it should have been. I can't stop saying it. I'm so glad you're alive."

As she had when Phil was being such a perfectionist about his video, Keely silenced him with a finger. There was a twist this time – she removed it and kissed him. His eyes opened in surprise but he got into it… quickly.

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A/N: no it's not over yet.