Disclaimer: No, I STILL don't own anything but the action figures.

A/N: I AM SO SORRY. Swimming has pretty much taken over my life. And then there's homework and Christmas came faster than I expected so I got real busy real fast. And sorry for the cliffies! I like writing them. But I'll try not to make this chapter a cliffie. And Thanksgiving isn't happening for at least two more chapters because some…important…things have to happen first. Sorry!

Laer4572: Yes, Thanksgiving shall be interesting. Diana's family will be…hmm…interesting for lack of a better word.

Elvin BlueEyes: Sorry Thanksgiving isn't this chapter! I wanted it to be, but certain events must take place first! But I will try to update as fast as I can.

Fiona McKinnon: Well, I wouldn't say 'treat' but whatever floats your boat. And I am SO trying the foreign language syndrome thing. Indian or French accent?

Spewlicious: NEVER READ LOTR! What is your roommate thinking! And I got the TB comment from I Love The Holidays on Vh1. (That show is SO funny!)

Yuhi-thedoerofevildeeds: Yeah, Jason is pretty much an a-….idiot. But I don't know who Kari is.

Georgianna: It's okay if you feel lazy. I do all the time. And you shouldn't have insecure moments.

Jaffee Leeds: Haha, my story is wicked! That is SO British! (Sorry if I offended any British peoples…and hello! I love England!) OF COURSE it's always good to stare at good-looking men for hours!

Manwathiel: Yes. POTC rocks! I can't wait until July 7th! Hmm…your family seems to have a lot in common with mine. Weird.

Guinn Pern: Sorry about the cliffies! I'm going to try not to make this one a cliffie. And I'm going to update a little faster from now on. Well, I'm going to try to anyways.

Phantom'sJediBandieGirl: She probably should call the police on him, but f she did, then we would lose the main villain of the story, so she's not going to. And the eye thing is weird.

Eleanor: Don't worry. What goes around comes around and beating up pregnant women doesn't make for very good karma.

Chickenishcheese: I am now a Mistress of Torturers. I don't know whether to be happy or just a little creeped out.

Elvnchic9: Well, we'll just have to see how things turn out, won't we? And I like writing fluff so thanks. And POTC rocks! Just go to google and look for a preview. That's what I did.

Padfoot Reincarnated:Yay! Diana's not a Mary-Sue! And we have yet another POTC fan. You guys are too awesome.

CMHValex: Yes, I think that analogy is one of my better ones.

Luna Moonlight Fawn: Aww, thanks! Don't worry about Jason though. He'll get what's coming to him.

Sweet as lemonz: I like popcorn. And yes, it WILL be good. For you.

Steph88NYC: Thanks. And Dave is definitely one of my better OC's.

Nasuada Moon: I FINALLY got the second one for Christmas! I'm only on the third chapter or so and Murtagh's my favorite too. But apparently, HE'S DEAD. So far.

MUSICALCHARTALAN! WHERE ARE YOU!

Song For Chapter: Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year by Fall Out Boy

There's a drug in the thermostat to warm the room up
And there's another around to help us bend your trust
I've got a sunset in my veins
And I need to take a pill to make this town feel okay


Chapter Eight: Hired Help

I had that dream again that night. The one where Jason tries to take my baby from me. You wouldn't really understand how horrible it is to have a baby taken from you unless you're a mother yourself. But let me be the first to tell you, it's horrible.

I sat bolt upright in my bed and wiped the sweat off of my forehead. I looked down to see if the bulge in my stomach was still there. Stupid, I know, but I'm an extremely paranoid person. Quietly as I could, I slipped out of my bed and entered the kitchen. I got the aspirin from the cabinet and was about to fill a glass with water when I bumped into you-know-who.

"Do you ever sleep?" I asked groggily.

"Only when I need to."

"I'm guessing that's not often." I popped the pill in my mouth and swallowed it. Legolas gave me yet another questioning look.

"What's this?" He held the bottle in my face.

"It's a medicine that gets rid of pain. Sometimes." The clock read five thirty. I'm never up this early.

"Do you want to play Chutes and Ladders?" he asked.

"No, not right now." I replied, but what I really meant was never again.

"Okay…do you want to go to the park?"

"We can't go now. It's dark and there'll be pick pockets and rapists out."

"What are rapists?" He asked. Oh. My. Gosh.

"Nothing you really need to know about."

"Well, do you want to watch the T.V.?"

"Okay," What was he trying to do? Why was he so eager to do something at this hour in the morning? I just went along with it and sat down on the couch and turned on the tube.

I am such an idiot sometimes.


I must have dozed off because I woke up to the phone ringing. The room was a good deal brighter than before too. Legolas picked up the phone before I even got off the couch. I'm not a morning person.

"Hello? Hello. Yeah, she's sleeping. Well, she was." He handed me the phone.

"What?"

"'Ello there, luv. Kate wants to know if y'all join us for some brekky."

"Dave, 'y'all' is southern. Not Austrailian."

"Damn."

"Yes, we'll join you." I said, "Same place?"

"Same time."

"See you soon."

"Au revoir."

"French."

"Dammit!" I hung up the phone and pulled on a jacket. "We're going to meet Kate and Dave for brek-breakfast."

"Okay," he sounded kind of disappointed.

"You don't want to go?"

"No, I do."

"Alright then, let's go." He was acting strange all morning, or at least the part I wasn't sleeping through. Elves.


"So…" Kate sat across from me in the booth. We always had breakfast at the same place. It was just a small diner, but they served the best eggs and bacon EVER. And when your pregnant and craving bacon, it's the best place to go.

"So…?"

"What's up?"

"Not much." I said, "Pretty much the usual, boring crap."

"Well, I caught the biggest croc the other day down by the billabong and it was a beaut!"

"No one cares, Dave." Kate said.

"How's the store?" I changed the subject before things could get too ugly.

"Fine, but these stupid little preppy kids still come in once and a while. They're just buying the stuff for the attention though. That's what pisses me off." Kate replied. I wasn't really listening though. And neither was Legolas. He hardly said a word the whole time. And he hadn't touched his food.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Dave asked. Legolas didn't reply. He was too far out in space to hear anyone.

"Legolas?" I said.

"Yes?" Well, anyone except me apparently.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just thinking."

"You seem to be doing a lot of that lately," I said as I looked through my bag. "Well, this is the last of my cash for the week."

"It's only Wednesday though."

"Yeah well, there isn't much to be done about it though."

"When do you go back to work?" Kate asked.

"Too long from now. Besides, it won't be enough to support me and the baby. I'm going to have to work more hours. Let's get out of here."

"And go where?"

"Well, I did promise Legolas to go the park." I said to Legolas, "You still want to go?"

"Yes!" He looked so excited. Like a little puppy. Aww.


"I spy, with me little eye, somethin' yellow."

"That taxi." Kate says.

"Nope."

"That slutty shirt which being worn by an equally slutty woman?" I said.

"Maybe…" Dave's eyes follow the woman as she passes us.

"DAVE!"

"Sorry."

"Anyways," I tried to break up the tension, "How about that coffee shop sign?"

"Nope. Give up?"

"I guess."

"Legolas's hair."

"His hair is blonde, not yellow!" Kate argues.

"But that would've given it away."

"Who cares? It's just a game!" I tried to stop them cause people were beginning to stare.

"Hey, you guys want some ice cream?"

"Dave, we just had breakfast." Kat said.

"So?"

"Men. They're like never ending garbage disposals."

"I don't have any money to spare anyways." I said. And that's when I got one of the best ideas ever.

We were standing outside of a flower shop, which was owned by Mrs. Henderson. I had known her for a while. She was a nice old woman. Didn't ask too many questions and conveniently had a 'Help Wanted' sign hanging in her window.

"Legolas, would you be interested in getting a job?"

"What?"

"I know the lady who owns this store. She's nice and the store is right down the street from the park. You could go there on your break. And the pay is real good."

"Okay."

"Diana, this might not be such a good idea."

"Why?" It's a few blocks away from my apartment. It's perfect."

"Yeah, but he won't know what he's doing." Dave said, without an accent of any sort.

"Well, Mrs. Henderson is nice. She'll teach him what to do. C'mon." I grabbed his arm and pulled him inside.

"Hello, Diana, long time no see." Mrs. Henderson smiled warmly when I walked in. The wrinkles accompanying her smile showed her age and glasses sat on the bridge of her nose. "What can I do you for? And who is this?"

"Hello, I saw the Help Wanted sign in your window."

"Don't you have a job already?"

"I do, but he doesn't." I gestured towards Legolas. "This is Orlando. He's from out of the country and needs some money."

"Oh, where are you from?" He looked at her and then at me. He had no idea what she was talking about.

"He's from England. He's kind of shy too."

"Well, I am desperate," she said, "Can you use a broom?"

"Yes." He replied.

"Can you use a register?"

"Uh…no."

"That's not too much of a problem. I'll teach you. I guess you're hired then."

"Thank you." He said.

"You're quite the gentleman aren't you?" Mrs. Henderson chuckled, "They're hard to come by these days. You can start tomorrow at nine a.m."

"Thank you," I said. She pulled me aside after Legolas walked out the door.

"He's quite a catch." She said.

"Oh, we're not a couple."

"For now." She winked at me. I left the store a little confused and embarrassed. It was quiet the rest of the way to the park save for Kate and Dave. They're never quiet.

When we finally got to the park, I followed Legolas into the trees. Kate put her hand on my shoulder.

"Have fun," She whispered mischievously.

"Shut up." The two of us continued to walk in an awkward silence for a while. I hat e awkward silences.

"So," I said in a desperate attempt to make some sort of conversation and to find out what's been bugging him, "What's up? You seem really out of it today."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I don't know. You're just quieter than normal and you seem kind of sad."

"I just…miss home, that's all."

"Okay." It seemed like there was something he wasn't telling me. "Are you sure."

"No."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I don't know." He said, "I just feel different."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure."

"Is it a good kind of different or a bad kind?" I asked.

"I think it's a good kind."

"How do you know?"

"Because…I always feel different when I'm around…you."

And that's when things started to get complicated.


A/N: So it was a cliffie. Sorry. And I'll try to update faster from now on. I have off on Monday and today's Thursday so look for a new chapter then. And did I mention that I have an idea for a sequel? Cause I do. And are there any Harry Potter fans out there? Cause I have an idea for an HP fanfic.

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