Disclaimer: I don't own Ryan or Calleigh...or fortune cookies...man I need a job!

Summary: sometimes fortune cookies really do predict the future

Spoilers: none

Cation: Beware of Flying Cookies by Liv

Calleigh sat in a very enclosed both at her favorite restaurant. A book in one hand, a pair of chopsticks in the other.

Nothing could-

"Calleigh?"

"Ryan?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm waiting for the Mother ship to take me home, what does it look like?"

"Ha-ha," Calleigh grinned at him. He looked nice. Green, looked nice on him.

"Wanna join me?" Ryan shrugged, looking next to him where an 18 year old waitress (obviously trying to ignore them) stood. Ryan ruffled her hair and sat down across from Calleigh. He paused at Calleigh's look.

"Sister."

"Ah," Ryan grinned at her.

Calleigh's heart fluttered. She smiled back nervously.

Ryan blushed.

"So," said Ryan, clearing his throat and quirked an eyebrow at Calleigh. "Mother ship?"

Calleigh burst out laughing.

Ryan's sister rolled her eyes and pinched Ryan on the arm.

"Ask her out, she's into you."

"Meg!" said Ryan feigning outrage. Meg ignored her brother's outburst, just shrugged and walked off.

Ryan glanced at Calleigh. "Sorry.'

"Don't be. Look's like you've apologized too much for her in your life already."

Ryan shook his head. "She really is a pain."

"I can imagine."

The two stayed silent for a moment, Calleigh having disposed her book in her bag, sat watching Ryan. Sitting in front of her. Looking extremely yummy with his shirt only buttoned part of the way. Green looked very nice on him indeed.

Wait. Yummy? Since when did I start describing Ryan Wolfe as Yummy?

Since now.

Obviously.

Somehow they ended up next to each other. Sitting. Sitting next to each other.

Ryan had his arm thrown across the back of the seat, Calleigh was leaning against it, trying to catch her breath.

After laughing. God Ryan get your head out of the gutter. She's your friend. Your really beautiful friend sitting in your arms.

But she wasn't looking at him like a friend.

It happened at that moment.

A fortune cookie hit Ryan in the side of the head.

Calleigh snorted before putting a hand to Ryan's cheek, turning his head to look at the place of impact.

"Look's like it hurt," whispered Calleigh, running the tips of her fingers across his temple.

"Probably shot with a sling shot."

Calleigh squeaked as a separate fortune cookie flew past her face.

Ryan Laughed. Calleigh joined him, grabbing the offending cookie before reaching around Ryan to grab the first fortune cookie.

"What's yours say?" asked Calleigh handing him his cookie and breaking open her own.

"'Good thing's come to those who wait.' Yours?"

Calleigh leaned closer to Ryan, their lips brushing together before she whispered her fortune. "'Ignore previous cookie.'"