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Authors Note- Ok, making the best of a lull in the assessments, here we go, chapter 10. Getting closer to the end now…

She rushed until she hit the last step and then seeing him again (now awake, looking around bleary eyed, obviously still in pain) made her heart leap into her throat, and her stomach started doing back flips.

But Dr Oliver's words and the defeated tone in which he spoke them, made her press on down the last step and towards the bed where Conner lay.

Hayley, sensing something was up, made an excuse that Kira didn't hear and hurried up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

He had heard her coming, soft foot falls on the hard floor, but had made no move to say anything. He felt, not unhappy or miserable, those emotions were to extreme, nor did he feel excited that she was coming over to him. He just felt… nothing. He understood that she didn't feel the same way, and he was glad to have told her how he felt, but that still didn't mean he was upset that he had basically stuffed his friendship with one of his closest friends.

And now here she was, walking towards him, probably coming to try and make him feel better, patronise him, tell him that he was over-reacting to the pressures of being beaten up by a freaky villain lady.

He was probably better off the way he was, Conner thought dismally, deciding to pretend to be asleep.

Kira moved slowly towards him, trying to think of what exactly to say when she reached him. She was rather annoyed to discover that upon reaching him he had drifted off to sleep again. Not quite trusting herself to make the trip again she took the option of sitting in the handy chair by his bed, to wait for him to wake up. She had decided upon about half of a very well thought out speech, that laid out exactly what she felt, and her thoughts as to his feelings when Conner's eyes opened suddenly, and she promptly forgot everything she had been going to say.

"Uh, erm, how are you feeling?"

He didn't look as bad as before, Hayley's handy pain relief medicine was working it seemed.

"Been better" he replied rather dismissively.

"I uh, I wanted to talk to you, erm, about before." It sounded lame, even to her.

"Oh." He sounded, depressed; like he had already decided what she was going to say would crush his heart.

"I think, I think that I'm in love with you too."

There was an awkward silence, and then Conner looked at her rather blearily, like he wasn't quite sure if he was unconscious and dreaming.

"Are you sure?"

He sounded so lost it made her heart hurt. And then she knew. Not just because of what Dr O had told her, she just, knew, instinctively.

"Absolutely"

They both smiled broadly, and then Kira leant over to touch her lips to his.

And Conner decided that maybe today had been worth getting out of bed for after all.

A few weeks later, when Conner was feeling not quite recovered, and there was a break in monster attacks he found himself in Dr Oliver's lab, sorting through random pieces of memorabilia. Dr O hadn't quite achieved tidiness in his house since moving in a year or so before, and had decided that Conner, in his 'rest and recover' period, could make himself useful.

"Where do you want this box Dr O?" Conner asked, heaving large box of something up, and instantly feeling the strain in his ribs. He groaned, leaned forward to relieve the pain, and pitched forward, managing to catch himself before he hit the ground. The box was not so lucky. It flew out of his hands, and hit the ground on its side, contents spilling everywhere.

Tommy Oliver came running, alerted by the crash to see a wincing Conner attempting to pick things up and place them back into a box.

He frowned.

"Maybe you should stay away from lifting things for a bit longer like I told you." He said in a rather no-nonsense tone. Conner tried to grin like nothing was wrong, sort of grimaced from the pain and gave up trying. He dropped (carefully) to his knees and began to load things back into the box.

Something caught his eye.

"Is that you Dr O?" he asked, incredulous. Peeking out from underneath a book on bones was Tommy's face, obviously taken when he was a lot younger, long hair pony-tailed behind his head. Conner pulled the photograph out, revealing the rest of the picture. The young Tommy had his arm around a person who Conner recognised instantly. The girl from the fridge!

Dr Oliver hadn't really looked, so Conner tried again.

"Who's that Dr O? That girl with you in the picture?"

"Oh, that's, well, its no one really" He stumbled over his words, and Conner raised an eyebrow.

"Am I expected to believe that?"

"She's, well, she's someone from a long time ago."

Conner paused, not quite sure how to pick his words.

"You know, Dr O, Kira, she um, she erm, she told me what you said. You know, about her and me and whatever. And, well, when I was in that prison thingy, and Elsa was about to skewer me all I could think was that I had to get out and tell Kira what I felt. Because I didn't want to die not knowing."

Conner stood up awkwardly, his teacher stayed on the ground, grasping the photograph like a life-line. Without a word he moved out of the room, hoping that what he had said would make a difference.

"Hi, this is Kimberly Hart, please leave a message at the beep and I'll get back to you soon as I can…"

"Hey Kim, its um, its Tommy, Tommy Oliver. I just, well, I was just ringing to ah, to check in and…"

There was an audible click as the phone was picked up.

"Tommy!"

"Kim!"

"Why are you ringing here?"

"Well Kim, you see, there's something I have to talk to you about. Something happened here recently and I just, I have to tell you..."

Authors note- Well, there we go! Final chapter done and dusted! YEEHA! I'm done! Please leave a review! –