A/n: Thank you to all the people that read my first chapter. I love you all so much. Particularly all that reviewed. I also thought that I might want to tell everyone that the reason Ai and the Kaito Kid don't show up in this is because I haven't met them yet in the manga because I have only read up to volume 11. I also apologize for using the really sucky American names. TTFN!

Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan¼Sob¼or any of the other things that I mention in this chapter¼Sobs some more.

Chapter Two Rachel's POV

When Conan got back from visiting Doctor Agasa, he seemed to be a bit out of it. He kept rubbing his eyes and he kept trying not to let me see the right side of his face. He was so tired, though, that he wasn't able to keep me from tackling him and prying his hand away from his eye. Man, he had the biggest black eye that I have ever seen!

"Conan! What happened!" I screamed making him jump and my father fall out of his chair.

"I-I was taking a nap and I forgot to get my glasses when I got up so I ran into a door." he mumbled, obviously embarrassed to no end.

"And what about the goose eggs on top of your head?" I was getting pretty frustrated by now because he obviously wasn't telling me the whole story.

"Rachel please don't freak out but I fell down the stairs after running into the door. And if you are still desperate to know what went on after that you can call Dr. Agasa and ask HIM because I REALLY don't want to talk about it."

So for once I had to take orders from a little kid. I called the doctor and as soon as I had finished telling him why I was calling he burst out laughing and told me the story of what happened after the falling down the stairs. Trying to make sense of a story when the person who is telling it is laughing is a very difficult task. After he finished with the laughing he finally told me in a understandable fashion everything that happened all the way up to the kicking of the shins.

That little boy had better learn to respect his elder. I swear sometimes he is as pig headed as Jimmy if not more. . And that is saying something.

After I finished lecturing Conan about leaving his glasses lying around and about respecting his elders (which took about an hour), we had dinner. Dad wanted to know what had happened to Conan, but I refused to tell after Conan sent me a really dirty look that reminded me so much of Jimmy.

I miss Jimmy so much and Conan keeps reminding me of him. I sometimes wonder if he actually needs those glasses or if he is just using them so that he doesn't look so similar to Jimmy. As soon as I thought that I realized there was an easy way to find out how badly he needed glasses without waiting for the results from the vision test.

Borrow his glasses while he slept.

As I waited for him to fall asleep I recounted some of my favorite memories of Jimmy. One such memory was the time when we were in kindergarten and he actually fell asleep during nap time. When he woke up everyone was sitting on him, and the teacher was laughing so hard she was falling over. Just thinking of that memory made me realize just how similar Jimmy and Conan are in appearance.

Finally after going over several memories and pondering many things, Conan finally was asleep. I said a silent prayer of thanks because Conan had remembered to take off his glasses before falling asleep. Slowly I crept over to where he lay and picked up the glasses. Just as I was about to leave his room so that I could actually tell what I was doing and if the glasses had a prescription, Conan stirred and rolled over. I breathed a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, I breathed to soon.

"Rachel?" Conan whispered, eyes closed.

"Yes?" I replied just as softly.

"Can I have a glass of water."

"Sure," I said. Then I thought, "Thank god his eyes are still closed."

Glasses still in hand, I walked down to the kitchen. When I got there I realized just how perfect this set up has become. I decided to finally try on the glasses and try to get the water while wearing them.

Much easier said than done.

Poor Conan, he had to be legally blind to need a prescription this high. I decided that not only was Conan not Jimmy but I was not going to try and get any water with these glasses on. "Don't worry little Conan" I thought as I headed back to his room. "No one will steal or break these while you are under my care."

A/n: O.k. I'm soooo sorry that this one was so short but I have had a mild case of writers block. I bet everyone who reads this will understand how frustrating it is thinking of something and thinking 'this is so cool.' Then after you get done writing you think 'this sucks!' Oh well this chapters done. Remember to Review!