To all the spazzes: Ok, when I say Random Stuff, I mean RANDOM STUFF! I know I changed the name, so here's what I mean. That was a random vent poem (thanks to all those who enjoyed it), and this is some random Sly/Carm. There may be some random Kyle/Melanie, or Vinny/Jenny ahead too. No, this does not stall production of Stalker II. SO GET OFF MY BACK ALREADY! Thank you.

This segment is called "I just can't." Rated T Drama/Romance

It was the usual for a Sly Cooper heist. He broke in, he stole, and he ran away. But fate has a strange sense of humor.

"Get back here, Cooper!" Carmelita's yells rent through the air, as well as the blasts of her shock pistol.

"You'll have to do better than that Carmelita." Sly yelled back as he easily dodged each and every shot. He had just finished heist, and as we all know, he loves to flirt with the Inspector.

"You know, I've told you before that that shock pistol really matches the color of your eyes, very fetching." Sly yelled before avoiding another wave of shock pistol rounds.

Carmelita shivered at his compliment. She hated when he did that. She hated when he made her fell like the only woman in the world. It just made her job of capturing him even harder.

Sly ran along the rooftops unaware of the plans fate had for him this night. He just ran on the rooftops, until he stepped on a loose shingle. Normally, a loose shingle wouldn't have bothered Sly at all, but this one was worse. The shingle slipped and twisted his ankle until he heard a sharp…

CRACK!

Sly slid down of the roof in agony, putting out his arms to stop the fall. He hit the ground, and one of his arms twisted completely.

CRACK!

Sly now lay on the ground, his arm and ankle broken. There was a throbbing pain in his head, and a burning pain all through the rest off his body. Carmelita caught up with the all but paralyzed raccoon in moments. She leapt from the roof, and landed squarely in front of Sly.

Being in his position, Sly did the only thing he could, beg. "Please Carmelita" he pleaded.

Carmelita stood above him, her shock pistol aimed down at him. She saw the tears in his eyes, his deep brown eyes. "No Carmelita, you've waited five years for this moment. You can't chicken out now." She told herself, unable to pull the trigger, no matter how hard she told herself too, she couldn't. She just couldn't do it, she just couldn't.

"Why? Why can't I do it?

Am I afraid, afraid to love?

All these years, it's been in front of me,

And I never noticed a thing.

All these years, all of these years

Afraid." Carmelita couldn't help but think it. She couldn't help the tears that flowed down her cheeks, darkening her fur.

The Cooper van came swerving into the parking lot. Bentley and Murray jumped out, they couldn't leave him. As Bentley did his best to get Sly in the van, Murray got right in front of Carmelita. His voice sounded distant, and the world had gone swaying and blurry.

"You can take me, but you can't take Sly!" Murray yelled. Carmelita felt the shock pistol slip from her hands, and saw the earth come closer until all was black.

Carmelita woke up from her black out on a couch in the middle of a living room. She didn't know where and she didn't know how. All of sudden, her memory returned, Sly bleeding on the ground, and pleading with her. She felt tears coming back to her eyes, and curled up as they came. She was afraid, she'd always been afraid. She couldn't help it.

Out of nowhere came a comforting hand on her shoulder. She looked up, to see Sly standing above her, a worried look etched upon his features. Carmelita couldn't help this either. "Oh Sly" She wailed as she hurled her self upon him.

Sly, quick to recover from shock (and boy was he), returned her embrace allowing himself to gently brush her cheek with his hand. She was, and always had been the strongest person he knew. But, she bottled up her weaknesses, and at some point, anything in a bottle has to come out.

Well, that was it. Kind of a missing ending, but I'll probably continue with it…eventually.