Chapter Four

Weeks went by and June turned to July. Everyone found ways to occupy themselves about Olivia's apartment or the nearby grounds. Olivia was often away, with two part-time jobs she worked a great deal during the summer to make up for the time she had to spend in class the rest of the year. Most every evening she worked serving drinks at a local bar. Tom had frowned when she said this, thinking of some of the less than proper bar wenches he had seen in the past, but she assured him, with a small laugh, it was a perfectly respectable establishment and she had never felt uncomfortable working there. Five days a week she was gone all day too, working at the theatre box office. Tom had yet to figure out exactly what this job involved, but Saturday mornings when she was off she often got frantic telephone calls from a co-worker who never seemed to have her act together.

After weeks of Olivia's cooking, which was not really cooking so much as heating up soups from cans and already existing meals, Tom was growing tired of the processed food. Olivia could not cook to save her life, and so Tom had discovered on the television a station that explained cooking quite simply. At least once a day he found himself in front of the television copying recipes, and would later experiment with them in the kitchen that afternoon while the Captain and Doctor fought over what they would watch next. He had to admit he was enjoying cooking. It was far easier with the refrigerator to store foods, and he was starting to experiment with various ideas. He was not quite ready to debut his creations quite yet, but soon perhaps. Very soon since Olivia had somehow managed to burn frozen pizza the previous night and filled the whole place with smoke. He was quickly losing faith in her abilities to manage anything in the kitchen at all. Olivia Corin had many skills, but cooking was not one of them. Tom pondered on this as he drifted off to sleep that July night, how cooking seemed the last thing on her mind and how she somehow managed to survive on a diet of frozen and canned foods that had been already prepared and seemed to have no taste whatsoever.

He had fallen into a sound sleep, as had everyone else in Apartment 42, when the silence (except for Jack's snoring) was interrupted abruptly early that morning when it was still dark. An explosion jolted everyone out of their sleep as the walls themselves seemed to shake. It sounded so very much like cannon fire that Tom's first reaction was to jump up and rush up on deck to see what was amiss. However as soon as he was on his feet he remembered where he was and paused in confusion. Blakeney had very much the same reaction, jumping to his feet and pausing.

"Sir? What is that?" He asked, wide-eyed.

"I have no idea, Blakeney." Tom replied, running a quick hand through his hair. "Perhaps Olivia will know?"

In the living room Jack jolt awake at the first sound of explosion and shouted quite loudly on instinct, "ALL HANDS!!! BEAT TO QUAR- oh…" Jack suddenly remembered where he was and rose from the sofa where he slept to turn to the awake and equally confused Stephen. "What the devil do you suppose that noise is?"

Stephen shook his head, "Well, I have equally less of an idea than you." He replied, going over to the window.

Tom had gone to Olivia's door and was about to knock when it flew open and a very annoyed looking Olivia, whose blonde hair was loose and over her shoulders and was dressed in her usual sleeping attire with a robe thrown over her shoulders.

"Olivia, what-?" He did not get the chance to finish his question for Olivia stormed into the living room, muttering to herself. Tom followed her, as did Blakeney, hoping for something resembling an answer.

"Miss Corin? What the devil is going on?" Jack asked as she stormed across the room to the balcony, pushing aside the curtains and storming out to look over the field.

"My neighbors, gentlemen, seem to think setting fireworks off at 4am is appropriate behavior." She grumbled, looking out into the field seeing the two young men, Rick Apperson and his roommate Mark Baxter. "Hey! Idiots! What the Hell?!?"

"Morning Livie!" Mark shouted back with a good natured grin.

"Happy 4th Liv!" Rick called. "FIRE IN THE HOLE!!" With that he lit another set of ground fireworks, which exploded with a loud shriek and a spectacular shower of lights. "Whoa…."

The others had managed to squeeze out onto her small balcony at this point, and were watching the display with mild interest.

"Guys, you can't set off fireworks at four in the morning!" She shouted down. "People were sleeping!"

"But it's the 4th of July!" Rick replied. "We have to celebrate our country!"

Olivia snorted, "By blowing up a small part of it?!?"

"Hell yeah!" Mark replied.

"The grass is on fire." Olivia pointed out, indicating where the fireworks had set a few blades of grass burning.

"Oh! Shit!" Rick ran over with a watering can and promptly put it out.

"Perhaps you gentleman could wait until tonight for this?" Jack shouted down, slightly amused, but also not particularly happy at being woken by their antics.

Tom looked at Olivia curiously, "What's all this about?" He asked.

"Fourth of July's today, you know, when we declared our independence? People usually celebrate it by lighting off fireworks, grilling burgers, and generally having a good time." Olivia explained. "But NOT at four in the morning!" She shouted down to her neighbors.

"It's four on the Fourth!" Rick explained his logic.

"Don't make me call the cops!"

"Fine… fine… come on Rick, Livie needs her beauty sleep." Mark finally gave in, collecting his various explosives. "We'll light the rest off tonight." He looked up at Olivia with a smirk. "Are you happy now? Ruining our fun?"

Olivia rolled her eyes, "Yes." With that she turned and went back inside, followed by the others. "Sorry about them."

"It certainly was not something you could control, Miss Corin." Jack replied kindly. "Though you certainly managed to stop them."

Olivia snickered, "Yeah well…" She shrugged. "You aren't the only one who can command, Captain." She mildly joked. "Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I think I'm going to go back to sleep and not wake up until I absolutely have to."

Tom smiled to himself. That was something he could never understand about Olivia. If given the opportunity she would sleep all day, or at least until noon. It could not be natural or healthy for someone to sleep as much as she did, and he had commented on it once before, only to be told she was like a camel in regards to sleep, and needed to stock up for all the times during the year she barely had time for it. "At least get up before noon, Olivia." He instructed, teasingly.

"I'm off work tomorrow, so why get up?" She asked with a yawn, nodding her goodnight to Jack and Stephen as they lay back down on their respective beds and she headed back down the hall to her room followed by Tom, who instead of continuing to his own room, paused at Olivia's allowing Blakeney to go past.

"Because I should rather like to join you in your run this morning, but it gets so devilishly hot by the afternoon." He said. He had been meaning to join her for awhile, to find out what was so appealing about this habit of hers, and forcing her out of bed in the morning was a good excuse.

"Really?" Olivia blinked in shock. She had not suspected he would even want to join her on her morning run, and was surprised. It was too early for her to be thinking anyway, and she thought perhaps she did not hear him correctly.

"Yes, really." Tom said, slightly amused by the groggy expression on her face.

"Okay." Olivia said. "What time do you want to go? And if you say anything before nine I will have to hurt you."

"Half past nine is fine by me." Tom said with grin. "And you know you wouldn't hurt me." He teased lightly.

"No. I just wouldn't get up." Olivia said with a yawn. "9:30 is fine though."

"Good." He leaned forward and lightly kissed her. "Get some sleep, dear. You look tired."

"Oh there's a…a…." Olivia's words were interrupted by a huge yawn. "Compliment."

Tom chuckled, "Goodnight Olivia." He said, turning to return to his own bed.

"Night." Olivia replied, ducking into her own room, setting the alarm, and then collapsing into what she hoped would be uninterrupted sleep.

"Tom are you sure you're all right?" Olivia asked for what must have been the tenth time as she slowed her pace once more to fall in beside him. When they had started out that morning Olivia immediately sensed that Tom would not last long at her usual pace. She was not surprised honestly, he spent most of his days on a wooden ship with no room to run while she did this every morning, but to save his pride she had wordlessly slowed her pace slightly. However, as they continued jogging Olivia found Tom's pace getting slower and slower, and it was rather frustrating for her, so she had taken to running ahead, each step a bit further until she realized Tom was wheezing a good ways behind her.

"Yes." He replied, gasping and attempting to keep up. He could not believe how fast she was, or how she did not seem winded at all while he was gasping for breath. He felt rather embarrassed by it to be perfectly honest.

"You can go back at any time you know." Olivia reminded him. "Don't feel like you have to stick with me." She was concerned, she knew he wasn't used to this and would certainly feel it in his legs tomorrow.

"I'm fine Olivia." He said, shortly.

Olivia could not help but be slightly amused by his determination. "All right, fine, keep your pride. Just don't blame me tomorrow when you feel like your legs are going to fall off." She said with a smirk, picking up her pace slightly to get back into a more comfortable rhythm for her, leaving poor Tom puttering along behind her.

Olivia unknowingly picked up her usual pace while her mind wandered. She wondered where exactly she stood with Tom at the moment. He had been here for three weeks and neither of them brought up their engagement or wedding plans at all. She had thought about it, but was not sure how to bring it up. Did he still want to marry her? He was affectionate as always, especially when they were alone, which was not as often as she would like. Olivia was busy with work and her apartment was full, both of which contributed for their lack of opportunities to talk privately. She still wanted to marry him, of course, she loved him, but she had to admit getting married at this point in her life was not very practical. She had one more year of school left, and the final year in the opera program was well known for its hard work and brutal schedule. She knew several students in previous years that had not been able to handle it all and in the end, failed their exit juries, exams, or just flunked out entirely. She certainly did not have time to plan a wedding or begin married life. Not to mention she had absolutely no idea where she would end up after school. Uncertainty was not a good foundation to start a marriage. Of course, she also had to admit that Tom could be gone at any time, so no matter what they did their lives would be uncertain.

Olivia sighed to herself, picking up the pace yet again. In reality, it would be at least a year before she could possibly get married. Would Tom be willing to wait for her? Would he still even be here? Did he still want to marry her at all? In her own time Olivia behaved quite differently than she had in 1806. In his time she had always tried to be somewhat reserved, and though she would slip into her usual behavior around Tom at times, putting up with her forward, stubborn, and often flirtatious personality may prove to be too much for him. If he had stopped loving her would he admit it? Tom struck her as the type that would never go back on his word out of obligation and duty. Even if he did not want to marry her she had a sneaking suspicion he might anyway. She did not want that. She wanted him to marry her only if he truly loved her. Did he still love her?

They had to talk. They had to talk soon for these questions were keeping her up at night and plaguing her. Now was as good a time as any. She suddenly halted in her run and spun around to look behind her. "Tom! We need to- OOOF!!!"

Tom had noticed she was quickening her pace, and not wanting to be left behind had increased his own to match. He wanted to catch up to her, feeling embarrassed that she was clearly faster and had more endurance, he wanted to prove he could keep up. So despite his protesting lungs and legs, he sped up to catch her, and was just behind her when she unexpectedly halted, causing him to crash into her, knocking her to the ground.

"Oh!" Tom was unable to stop so quickly and tripped over her, crashing to the ground himself, tumbling on top of Olivia, unfortunately, crushing her to the pavement and quite accidentally trapping her there. He froze in shock, confused by all that had just happened so quickly.

Olivia however, brought him out of this by shifting uncomfortably under his weight, which was pinning her in a rather awkward position on the sidewalk. "Um… Tom? Would you mind moving? You're kind of…. crushing me."

"Oh!" He immediately realized he was hurting her, and also noticed to his horror that his hand had managed to land on her breast. He jumped away quickly, turning red with embarrassment. "Did I hurt you?" He asked, moving to help her sit up, concerned.

Olivia shook her head, "No I'm fine." She carefully touched her knee, which was slightly skinned, and looked at her elbow that seemed to have suffered the same fate. "Few bruises, nothing more." She turned her eyes to Tom, studying him closely. "What about you?" She asked.

"I'm fine, dear." He responded with a small smile. "You broke my fall."

Olivia laughed, "You still managed to scratch your chin." She pointed out, gently brushing the scratch to brush out the dirt.

"It's nothing I'm sure." He said gingerly touching his chin. It stung to be sure but he had received far worse injuries and he barely registered this mild discomfort. "Why did you stop?" He asked, watching, trying not to laugh as she attempted to examine the scratches on her elbow, a task that was proving quite difficult.

She stopped her attempts, looking up at him. Her expression changed from mild amusement at their tumble, to serious and she sighed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, as she often did when uncomfortable or distressed. "We need to talk Tom." She said softly.

He raised an eyebrow, looking around him. They were still sitting on the gravel path in the woods. Olivia had said it lead to the university where she studied and was one of her favorite places to run in the summer because of the shade. Not that it really helped matters. Tom still found it a bit too warm for his tastes, and the air far too still and sticky. "Here?" He asked.

"No." Olivia rose to her feet, brushing off her shorts and offering him a hand up. "We can walk and talk."

Tom smiled slightly, excepting her hand as she helped him to his feet. He was quite positive he would never get used to how in many cases in this time, the rules in relations between men and women had changed. For instance, it seemed that to him that he should be the one helping her to her feet and not vice versa, but he accepted her help without reserve. "As you wish, dear."

They started walking, much to Tom's relief, at a slow pace, and he waited for Olivia to form her thoughts. Finally, she turned to him. "Tom, where are we?"

Tom raised his eyebrows confused. "We are on the footpath to your university…"

"No. That's not what I meant." Olivia tried not to chuckle. "I meant where are we relationship wise? Where do we stand?"

Tom stared at her a moment, not sure what to say. "Olivia, I still don't know what you mean. You are not making sense."

"Okay." She frowned, tucking that same strand of hair that was always coming loose back again and thinking. "How should I introduce you to people?"

Tom blinked, he still was not sure what she was getting at. "Tom Pullings…"

She sighed, kicking at a rock. "No! That's not what I mean at all!" Olivia snapped, frustrated at her inability to communicate at the moment. "Forget it." She declared, starting into a run again. She could not think of any other way to put what she was wondering, and was getting rather worked up as she sometimes did. At the moment running away seemed the best option.

"Olivia!" Tom however, stopped her before she could get away, catching her arm and pulling her back to him. He held her by both shoulders, as if she would escape and met her eyes intensely. "What do you mean then? Please tell me what is troubling you."

Olivia sighed, still frustrated and met his gaze evenly. "Do you really want to marry me Tom?" She asked, stopping him before he could immediately reply. "Wait! I am not going to hold you to any promises you made in the past Tom. I was trying to be more reserved then, and now that you've seen the real me, if you don't want to marry me that's fine." Her voice softened and she looked away. "I only want you to marry me if you really want to."

Tom watched her for a moment, speechless. Then suddenly he leaned down, taking her chin in his hand and kissed her. Olivia responded, surprised by his sudden kiss, and when they broke apart she looked up at him questioningly. "Tom?"

"I love you, Olivia Corin." He declared, not releasing her. "I have loved you since the day we met, I love you still, and I will love you always and forever. There is nothing you could ever do to make me stop loving you, Olivia, nothing."

Olivia smiled slightly, leaning against him in his embrace. "Since when did you get so good at sentimental speeches Tom Pullings?"

He chuckled, lightly kissing her forehead. "It is not difficult to speak the truth, Olivia Corin." He replied.

A silence fell between the couple. Both knew there was more to say, but neither knew exactly how to say it. Finally, Olivia could stand silence no longer and decided to be blunt, unfortunately at the same moment Tom came to the same conclusion.

"Tom, about this marriage-"

"Olivia, about our marriage-."

They both stopped mid-sentence. Olivia laughed a bit, slightly amused by their clumsiness. "Okay, you first." She said with a small assuring smile.

"Well," Tom took a deep breath. "Olivia, I want to marry you, more than anything, but I have nothing to offer you. I've no way to provide for you, or for any family we may start." He sighed, tracing her face with his finger gently. "And I cannot in good conscience marry you until I can."

Olivia nodded, thinking over everything he just said. She had to admit she was relieved he felt that way. "Okay. First of all, I don't expect you to support me. In case you haven't noticed, dear, in this time women work, and it's normal. I've pretty much supported myself since I left home at eighteen, granted with a little help from my Aunt now and then, and I'm in debt up to my eyeballs like most students, but I'm used to taking care of myself."

"But-"

"Tom, I'm not saying I don't need you. I love you, more than anything. But I don't expect you to run out and get a job right away. If you end up staying in my time there's going to be a lot you have to adjust to. I understand that." She took his hand with a smile. "We've a lot more in common in this situation than you think."

He looked at her quizzically. "How so?"

"Well, I switched times once too, remember? And I was probably about as confused as you are now, and quite frankly a bit afraid." She wrapped her arms around his waist. "You made it so I wasn't afraid anymore, and at the same time, I fell in love with you, so the best thing that ever happened to me came from it."

Tom smiled and kissed her, holding her close and loving having her here in his arms. "And finding you again, Olivia, is my miracle, no matter which time we may be in. I would rather be with you than anywhere." He paused, watching her eyes search him. She knew there was a "but" coming, she knew that expression, and sure enough after a moment he continued with a sigh. "But I still do not feel comfortable marrying without anything to offer you."

Olivia let out a slight chuckle, "You offer yourself, Tom. What more could I need?" She asked sweetly. "Anyway, I'm not in a position to get married at the moment either." She added casually.

"You're not?" Tom blinked with surprise. He had not expected that.

"No. I'm not." She sighed, tucking that same old strand of hair behind her ear. "Tom, I have every intention of marrying you. I want to be with you, and I'd love to be with you right this very second, but I also have to be practical. I'm in my last year at school and it's going to be tough. In order to make it through I'm going to have to focus, and no offense dear, but being your wife, and knowing that you're mine completely, well, Tom, I'd have a hard time leaving the room much less going to class. It wouldn't be fair to either of us to marry you before I graduate in May."

"So I'm a distraction?" He pouted teasingly. Truthfully he was glad to wait a year. This time confused him, and he knew waiting was for the best.

She grinned, "You are the biggest distraction I have ever been distracted by." Olivia then reached up and pulled his face down a bit to kiss him better. "And I love you for it." She said softly, brushing his hair with her fingers gently.

He smiled, resting his head on hers a moment and embracing her, holding her close once more. "And you, Olivia, are the biggest temptress I have ever known."

Olivia blinked, and then burst out laughing. "Did you just call me a temptress?" She asked between her laughter.

Tom blushed slightly, but his silly grin remained as he kissed her again. "Yes, because it's true." He told her.

"I have been called a flirt and a tease before, but no one has ever called me that." She caught him in another kiss, her eyes sparkling. "And if you think I was tempting before, you ain't seen nothing yet." She said seductively. Tom was not sure if she was purposely lightly breathing in his ear but it certainly had him captivated.

He caught her again in a kiss, unable to help himself. He wondered if he knew how irresistible she was and how hard he had to work to restrain himself in her presence, especially when she was being like this. Was she purposely testing his self-control? For the life of him he could not stop kissing her, and was fighting the urge to find some private place and make love to her right now.

However, they were interrupted by the cry of "Hey! Coming through!" from a short distance down the trail.

Olivia pulled back and glanced over his shoulder to see who it was. She suddenly grinned and glanced up at Tom with a bit of a smirk in her eyes. "Yo Brendon! Path's occupied! Beat it!"

"Liv Corin, I should have known that a couple making out on the path would have to include you." The man shot back, slowing in his job to walk over and join them. This Brendon was tall, well built, and shirtless, and Tom could not help but give Olivia a questioning look. The young man looked like one of the men on her television.

Olivia caught his look and took his hand in hers for assurance, "Brendon's a friend of mine, Tom. He rock climbs with me. Brendon, this is Tom Pullings, my boyfriend."

Tom eyed this Brendon with suspicion, but remembered that Olivia had many male friends it seemed, and he had to trust her and take her word that they were all nothing but friends. So he offered him his hand to shake in a friendly manner. "Very nice to meet you Brendon."

"Nice to meet you too man." Brendon shook his hand with a teasing grin to Olivia. "As for climbing, well, she tries to keep up with me on the rocks anyway."

She rolled her eyes, "Yeah right, you wish you could take me Brendon. Anyway, what are you doing here? I thought you were home for the summer."

Brendon shrugged, "I'm only here for the weekend. Kate's 4th of July party, you know."

Olivia's eyes suddenly went wide. "Kate's party…. Oh shit."

Tom looked at Olivia questioningly but Brendon snickered. "You forgot Kate's party didn't you?"

"Yes…" Olivia groaned, slapping her forehead.

"And you were supposed to bring something weren't you?" Brendon added with a grin, obviously enjoying her torment.

"Yes…"

"Man are you screwed Livie." Brendon told her with another snicker. "Well, no offense Liv and Tom but you're breaking my pace. See you tonight! Good luck Livie! Bye Tom!" He then continued on his run, leaving an obviously panicked Olivia in his wake.

Olivia paced, her green eyes wide. "Oh Kate is going to kill me! I can't believe I forgot!" She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Shit Tom what am I going to do? Kate's going to kill me!"

Tom could not help but smile at her obvious panic, and the thought of the rather flighty Kate killing her was enough to send him to hysterics. He was soon doubled over laughing at her, until he noticed her standing in front of him, hands on her hips, glaring daggers at him. "Sorry dear." He quickly apologized, attempting to keep a straight face once more.

"Tom, this is serious. This party is Kate's baby. She does this every year and I'm supposed to help. If she finds out I completely forgot about her she is going to murder me with nylon stockings." Olivia ranted, returning to her pace.

"Murder you with stockings?" Tom chuckled, but quickly stopped when he noticed her glaring at him again. "What were you supposed to do?"

Olivia sighed, pausing to think. "I was supposed to make some food. Side dishes or something. Oh, and drinks, I was supposed to bring the alcohol, someone else was bringing the sodas and junk. Damn it Tom, I can't believe I forgot!"

Tom caught her wrists and held her still to calm her down. "Olivia, dear, it's all right. I'll help you with the food." He assured her. "As for the drinks, well dear I do hate to say it but you have quite the liquor collection, and I believe you just bought some beer. Surely that will be enough?"

Olivia smiled a bit. "Well, another 12 pack or two and I'll be good. But what about the food?"

Tom paused, thinking about what recipes he had copied down from the cooking channel over the past week. "Well, I believe you have the supplies for macaroni salad, and there is a delightful pineapple dish that would be perfect for this."

Olivia raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Wow, I was just going to buy a bag of chips or something. Since when did you become Martha Stewart, Tom?"

Tom blinked, "Who?"

"Nevermind." Olivia waved it off with a small laugh. "Since when did you learn how to cook?" She asked again, rephrasing the question.

"Since I've been here actually. Your television is quite educational you know." Tom told her. "Now, we have to go to the store, for I do not believe you have crushed pineapple in the apartment." He offered her his arm to take, which she gladly accepted.

"You've been watching the Food Network?" Olivia asked with a grin.

"Yes. No offense, dear, but your cooking is horrible, and I think for all our health someone else ought to do the cooking." He teased, kissing her forehead.

Olivia laughed, "I know, I am completely hopeless in the kitchen, and if you can do better you are so welcome to it." She hugged him again, "You're wonderful."

"Thank you, love." He kissed her again. "Now come along or I'll never have time to get all that cooking done."

Olivia nodded, "Come on." She grabbed his hand and tugged him along down the path at a run, pleased she may actually survive the night.

A/N: It's Chef Pullings to the rescue! Go Tom go! You've proven you can kill for her (after the fact but it still counts) and now you must COOK for her! Mwahahaha! So the wedding is on hold now guys. Will they make it to a wedding at all? Will Tom murder every man who looks at Olivia? Will Olivia survive to get her degree? Will Tom stick around in this time long enough for a wedding at all? Stay tuned ladies and gentlemen we're in for the long hull!

In other news, being at home makes it really hard to write. My hometown drains me methinks. Luckily, heading back to my second home Thursday and for some reason I always write more at school than at home. So hopefully the next chapter will come in decent time… at least this one was long right?

Philrya: Haha got to love remote wars! I've lived through enough of them so that came from experience. There will probably be more remote wars in the future as the conflict was never resolved. Thanks for reviewing dear and hope you enjoyed the update!

Wing Pikepaw: Haha the remote fight was a bunny that I could not resist. There will most likely be more moments like that. Television fight. Hey they can't help it they have different tastes! As a history major I'm addicted to the history channel myself. In fact while I was out of the country last semester one of my friends actually taped shows on the history channel she knew I'd like so we could have a history channel marathon when I was back. Haha we're odd odd people. Anyway dear, hope chapter four met your expectations and thank you for reviewing three!

Calliope-Elven-Agent: Yay I got a hug! And I don't need to know you and your sister for remote wars… I have my own older sister. I grew up fighting for the remote and she was always a lost stronger than me… but I was smarter haha. And bribery always works to get me to work faster… unless I'm at home… then nothing works because home is anti-productive. Thanks for reviewing dear and hope you enjoyed the update!

Carrie479: I'm glad you loved the first chapter and I hope you love the other chapters. Thanks for reviewing!

ArcherofDarkness: Flowers are vampires? Really? Whoa… so it's vampires that make me sneeze? Haha I knew I was allergic to vampires. I hope you've seen extended ROTK by now. I've seen it three times. Okay once completely, once skipping certain scenes, and once almost all the way but I had to leave at 8:30… but it counts! Coconut rum is good in pina coladas that my sister makes. Got to love a bartender for a sister. Okay I wrote more so I hope you're reading! And let Tom up for air before he suffocates! Thanks for reviewing and hope you enjoyed the long overdue update!

Anyana: I have no will power for dieting. Note the chocolate bar on my desk. Hence why I'm at the pool swimming my chocolate off whenever I have the time. You know I've got more fluff and drama coming! And you know I never guarantee happy endings.. mwahahaha. Hope you enjoyed the update and thanks for review m'dear!

Fawks: Tom and Olivia are cute aren't they? They're silly hehe. I think she's having fun reducing him to putty in her hands. Poor Tom. He doesn't stand a chance. Thanks for reviewing and hope you enjoyed the update!

Crystal: Haha well now it's four chapters! I'm updating as I'm writing now so it's going to be random updates. Hopefully I'll manage to update in a decent amount of time… Yes, this is very out there. Seriously, it stems from a bunch of jokes… but I'm having fun writing it so I'll post it because some of it is rather amusing… like the microwave incident teehee. Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long and hope you enjoyed the update! Thanks for the review!

Elessar King: Haha yes yes Pirates will come! The playing and the watching time! Watching you know I'll have to wait for a movie night with Olivia's friends so the girls will all drool over Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom. Haha should I throw in some "My guns are bigger than his guns" for Tom if he gets jealous? Haha and they have to play pirates because that's just priceless…. Maybe in August? Well the 4th of July random explosions have happened… next is the party… pool party mwahahaha…. And we all know what happens when Jack and Stephen get near the pool… hehehe. Yay for your review m'dear! Haha I'd say over half the ideas in here are yours anyway. Ice cream for you!

Sten: Haha well Kate and Stephen is no weirder than this entire story in general I'd say. I hope you can live through high school too m'dear because I'd be sad if you didn't. Hope you enjoyed the update and thanks for reviewing! Happy reading!

Laura: Haha well they will discover many strange things of TV. I'm glad you loved my first story and hope you love my second story too, haha so far at least, I haven't finished it yet so you can't say you love the whole thing. Hope you enjoyed the update dear! Thanks for reviewing!

Miss Flossy: Haha yes the boys will soon discover there are many more channels on the TV and Blakeney will discover modern music. Olivia may even take him to a concert if he's a good boy hehe. As for smut.. well I've never been able to write decent detailed smut… but eventually I may let them have a little fun… perhaps in the shower, or the grocery store, or a school, or a carnival, or… or… okay my imagination is running now…

Tom: Sounds good to me! Write woman write!

Me: Did you just call me woman?

Tom: Um….. maybe? But that's a lot nicer than the things I call you in my head!

Me: ……. Okay I'll give you that one.

Anyway… I'm enjoying all the tormenting so you never know when I'll finally let them break the tension and let poor Tommy-boy have his fun… haha maybe never mwahahahaha. Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long and hope you enjoyed the update! I'm waiting for you to update now (poke poke poke) until next time dear!

Serena: I hope you enjoyed the new chapter dear. And I hope you're still enjoying the story. Thanks for the review m'dear!

Sleepwalking Dreamer: I'm glad you thought the last chapter was enjoyable and I hope you liked this one too. Haha the guys getting a hold of a playstation would be the end of the world wouldn't it? Olivia's apartment would be destroyed. Haha or if Stephen beats Jack at Battleship…. Mwahahahaha. Sorry about Sex and the City… growing up without any cable TV I've been deprived of such shows, but I have been watching Friends DVDs while writing this weekend for ideas (my sister's out of town so I stole them… normally she would shoot me before letting me touch her precious Friends collection… she's a tad obsessed) and I think the guys wrapping their minds around Phoebe giving birth to her brother's triplets would confuse them to death… or all the random relationships for that matter… the London thing would be good because…. It's London? Haha okay I think I've been watching way too much Friends… And poor Tom will have his jealousy tested in the next chapter methinks when he meets more of Olivia's friends. Poor guy. I love to pick on him. As always dear thanks for the email and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Until next time happy reading!

Thanks for all the reviews! I sent Tom with the chocolate a long time ago so if you didn't get them he ate them all… which I wouldn't doubt, lazy bum of a man… Anyway, if you review this time I'll send something Tom won't eat… if I can think of something he wouldn't eat that is also something people want… Until next time thanks for reading and please please please review!