Yes I'm spoiled!More cookies from Gerbear:-P

Uhm I really wasn't even going to write about it but it wanted to come out.

"Wake up!" Ali slammed a pillow down on Creedy's chest and he jumped 3 feet in the air eyes popping out of his head.
"Jesus, Ali!" He flopped his head back down on his pillow and clutched his chest.
"Sorry I couldn't resist." She said innocently smiling down at him.
"Whatever happened to gently shaking someone awake?"
"But I do that everyday." She leaned over and kissed him.
"You know what today is?"
"What day..." His eyes got big and he looked at her with fear in his eyes.
"Uh huh. That day"
"No." He let out a gasp.
"Yes."

"Sit down damn it"
"Not until you tell me how much your going to cut off"
"However much I please! You're making this harder than it has to be"
"You're the one who wants this hair cut"
"I don't want it all gone! It will still be plenty long, I promise!" She shoved his down into a chair, he crossed his arms and pouted.
"Your mean"
"Keep on and you'll be bald." He opened his mouth then closed it again, his eyes widening in fear when she picked up the scissors, they glinted in the light like some sort of horror movie murder weapon. He popped back up out of his chair, slowly backing away from Ali.
"Creedy I'm going to give you a haircut whether you like it or not, you might as well sit down I know where you live." He backed into the wall and cowered there as she closed the distance between them.

Creedy finally got that haircut Ali had been saying she would give to him. They had argued over the length, Creedy didn't want it cut at all but when Ali called it a 'poofy monstrosity' he gave in with the promise she wouldn't cut it short, it was still plenty long when she got done with it so he wouldn't raise a fuss, Ali was happy that it wasn't nearly as poofified (Sorry I love this 'word' had to use it.) as it had been before. In fact it did wonders, it's amazing how a the right haircut can bring out the best in a guy. "Wow Ali, That is..." Isa didn't know what to say when she saw him, so she stared.
"That 'it' happens to be Creedy, I think"
"Uh huh, You keep telling yourself that cause that's not the Creedy I know." "Ccan I see myself now?"
"No we're having fun talking about you."
"Is that good or bad?" Ali handed him a mirror so he could see her handiwork.
"See for yourself." "O wow. I am handsome aren't I?" Why comment on the 'duh' question?

Dinner came and went after a very nice meal of potatoes, cabbage and bread. Everyone shoveled food into their mouths and wipes their plates clean. Creedy was drug off soon after dinner by a whole heard of little ones, so Ali sat and watched beside Quinn who was gingerly holding a cup in his bandaged hand.
"Still hurt?"
"It's tender."
"Want me to look at it?"
"That's not necessary."
"I can rebandage it, it's easier with two hands, besides I've fixed up Ben and May a few times." She waved both her hands in front of him, she got up and he followed her all the way to the small first aide cupboard. Let's rephrase instead of cupboard it was a decent sized closet full of all kinds of bandages, medicines, anything one might need for an injury. Ali pulled the string that turned on the light and turned to Quinn.
"Hand out." She unwrapped the bandage, it looked like it was healing rather well if slowly, it probably hurt every time he bent his hand. Quinn wasn't one to complain though, after all someone always has it worse. She put a healing ointment that was god only knows how many years old and probably wasn't worth a dime now but maybe it would be like one of those placebo things if nothing else. Those could work wonders.
"You be careful from now on alright?"
"Alright, I'll try." She started to wrap up his hand.
"How are you and Creedy doing?"
"We're good, we've both ben busy as hell this last week or so"
"I noticed he finally got that haircut." She smiled.
"Yea, he needed it,his hairwas overgrown." Even Quinn who had never been much on hair had to agree, he had never noticed it was that long until Creedy had gotten a much needed haircut.
"Do you think I could talk you into giving me one?" She finished tying off his bandage and looked up at him.
"Well I dunno, if I give you one someone else might want one and then I'll have to start charging and open up shop." She gave a dramatic sigh and smiled.
"Yea I'll give you one."

So Quinn ended up with a slightly shorter hair, his scruffy beard was left alone. (Ali was afraid he might look funny if she messed with it, some people just look better with facial hair)
"You are far more cooperative than Creedy, he was acting like a baby the entire time"
"I was not." Creedy said walking in on her as she finished cutting Quinn's hair.
"Were too."
"Just because I happen to not trust people with scissors doesn't mean I was acting like a baby"
"But you were, all over nothing."
"Quinn help me out, tell her I wasn't acting like a baby." Quinn sidled out of the chair and raised his hands up.
"Oh no, I'm not getting into this. Thanks for the haircut Ali, good night." He exited the room hastily, Ali tossed Creedy a broom. He began sweeping, scooped up the hair in a broom pan and dumped it all in a trash can.
"That's the last time I ever sweep up his hair again. It's even on me!" He picked a few hairs off his sweater.
"You make him sound like he's a dog."
"He's a good boy, I figure I can put up with him." Creedy put up the broom and wrapped his hands around her waist.
"I had to sweep up your hair earlier, whats that make you?" He grinned and scratched his ear.
"Me? I'm just a lap dog." He bent down and kissed her.
"I believe that."