A/N: OMG, that's right, it's the last chapter.


"Calleigh," Eric said slowly, "Put down the phone."

"Hang on Eric," Calleigh replied.

Calleigh pressed the phone into her ear as the message began.

Eric pulled at his hair.

Oh I am so screwed.

Calleigh frowned as she heard Eric's voice through the phone. "Your drunk."

"Calleigh I'm begging you, just hand up the phone and go back to being happy with me."

"Maxine? A sailor?" Calleigh asked as she listened intently.

Dammit, stupid alcohol. Yes, that's it Eric, blame it on the endless bottles of beer that forced their way down your throat.

Calleigh looked at Eric. "Who said anything about me marrying Greg?"

"Just remember that I was very drunk. You can't hold anything I said against me."

"No I did not know that Ryan and Valera were watching us and… hey, what do you mean my boobs looked great?"

Eric forced back a smile.

Hey, at least something I said was true.

"Ryan's got a small-?"

"I was drunk ok, I didn't mean anything I said?" Eric explained.

Except for that bit about your boobs.

Calleigh put down her phone, an unreadable expression on her face.

Ok, she's either pissed off or happy. 50/50, I'll take the chance.

"So," Eric started.

"Eric. You are an idiot." Calleigh said crossing her arms. She wasn't frowning, but she wasn't smiling either.

Damn that unreadable expression.

Calleigh sat down by Eric on the couch.

"Here, drink this," Calleigh said, forcing the red drink into Eric's hands.

He took a small sip, and started coughing.

"Ewww, what the hell is this?" He asked as he wiped his mouth.

Calleigh smiled slightly. "It'll make you feel better. I can't tell you what's in it or you won't drink it."

Oh great, she's trying to poison me. She's gonna kill me, chop off my testicles and keep them above the mantelpiece as a reminder of how much she hates me. Then she's gonna cover me in fish blood and throw me to the crocodiles.

Eric looked at Calleigh as if she was about to kill him.

"Uh Eric, are you ok?" Calleigh asked in what sounded like a casual tine.

Oh, she's already picking a place on the mantelpiece.

"Um. Calleigh, how do you feel?" Eric asked strangely.

Calleigh looked at him and almost laughed. "How do I feel?"

She smiled in a way that lit up her face.

"About, well, you know."

"Oh," Calleigh replied, "Um, I have a lot of feelings, right now."

"Tell me some."

"I'm, um, I'm glad that you think Greg is not my type, you're right. Ryan's right."

"Ryan?"

"About what he said. About me,"

Ooooohhh, that bit about how your crazy in love with me and how you wanna have my kids and how every day you... oh wait, going to far.

"You don't want topoisonme and throw me to the sharks?" Eric asked suspiciously.


Oh God, he's doing that crazy thing again.

"Eric, I don't want to kill you."

Eric smiled.

"So what now?" Calleigh asked Eric.

Eric looked at Calleigh strangely.

"What now?" he repeated.

Yes brainiac do I have to spell it out for you.

"I mean between us two, what do we do?" Calleigh asked seriously.

Eric looked down at the ground. "Do what we always do. Pretend nothing happened and move on."

Huh?

"Excuse me?" Calleigh asked.

"Look Calleigh, you're right. A relationship between us two would just complicate things. I know how you feel about mixing work with pleasure Calleigh, and I'd be more than happy for us to forget the whole thing." Eric continued with his breakfast, not noticing the bewildered look across Calleigh's face.

"I never said that," Calleigh said, raising her voice, forcing herself not to scream.

Eric looked up from his plate.

"Uh, Cal?"

"Eric shut up," Calleigh stood and stormed towards her room, not so much upset as angry, "I need to get away from your idiosity. Stay if you want, I'm gonna go take a walk."


Is idiosity even a word?

Calleigh quickly changed out of her robe and into some jeans and a jacket.

I don't care, I'm sick of Eric Delko, I might take him up on the poison offer.

5 minutes later Calleigh emerged from her room and walked past Eric to the door, not even looking at him.

"Cal," he called.


Dammit, why does this always happen.

Eric looked from the door, to the ground, to the door again.

He had two choices; 1, sit on his ass in his boxers and raid Calleigh's fridge all morning, or 2, run like hell after the girl he had only ever loved and make things right.

Eric moaned.

I hate making decisions. Let me think, what would my ancestors do?

Guy ancestor: Eric ma man, time for a panty drawer raid.

Girl ancestor: Eric Delektorsky, you wouldn't dare!

Guy ancestor: Give the guy a break, he's only human, I think he handled the situation perfectly.

Girl ancestor: Calleigh is upset, and all she wants right now is for Eric to run after her so she knows that he really does care.

Guy ancestor: Why would Eric do that? All he needed her for was to get some sweet-

Girl ancestor: You prick, how can you say that about a Delektorsky.

Guy ancestor: Don't be such a whimpy girl, I'm sure you've gotten around over the years.

Girl ancestor: Come over here and say that.

Guy ancestor: Bring it on bitch.

Girl ancestor: Why I oughta...

Eric shook his head. He shoved one last piece of bacon into his mouth and ran out the door.

Many stared as Eric ran down the street in his boxers. When he got to the end of the street he looked to the left, then to the right.

Crap, which way?

Eeny meeny miney moe, catch a, uh... stupid hard to remember nursery rhyme.

Eric looked left, then right, then left, then right again.

Dammit, what would my ancestors do?

Guy ancestor: Well, well, well, look who came crawling back.

Girl ancestor: Go left, she went left!

Eric: should I go left Guy ancestor?

Guy ancestor: Don't look at me, apparently I'm careless prick.

Eric sprinted to the left and came across a small park. He slowed down to a walk while he caught his breath. There were many trees surrounding a clearing where Calleigh sat at a bench next to a water fountain. There were more benches were other people sat.

"Calleigh," Eric called.

Everyone turned to look, including Calleigh.

Eric walked to Calleigh nervously as people stared at his topless torso.

"Eric? What are you doing here, half naked?" Calleigh asked.

"I uh, I came because we need to talk."

Calleigh looked down at the ground. "Save it Eric. I already know how you feel."

"No, you don't. I do want to be with you."

"Then how come you said-"

"Because I thought it was what you wanted, and, well I was scared of being rejected."

Eric sat down next to Calleigh on the bench. She sighed.

"Calleigh, please give me a chance. If you do I promise I will never make you angry or -"

Eric was instantly silenced by Calleigh's lips upon his.

Moments later she pulled back slightly.

"I will," she whispered into his mouth, "But I swear if you hurt me-"

Now it was Calleigh's turn to be silenced by Eric's lips.

The two sat in the park, kissing peacefully, with not a care in the world.

Guy ancestor: Yes, he's back in the game.

Girl ancestor: Is your mind ever out of the gutter?

Guy ancestor: Will you be quiet, just be happy that ma man is FINALLY gonna get back in the sack!

Girl ancestor: Fine, I'm happy for him, AND Calleigh.

Guy ancestor: Well you should be, it's been months since he's...


A/N: So that's the end of my lovely/crazy story.I kinda rushed the end bit because I wasn't sure hpw to end it. Thanks so so so much for the people the reviewed me story, you guys rock. PLZ tell me what you thought of the end, and all your other thoughts concerning the story, just let it flow.