Sultan Peppershaker - I know! No depression! I was feeling ecstatically happy when I wrote that chapter, for the first time in a week or so. I guess it showed! And I love your one-shots, and I never really notice the length of your chapters in your stories, but that's just me. My mum says that I could never be one of those scientists who examine things for DNA, because my eye for detail is blind. Now I'm just rambling, so I'll shut up.

clg - your wait is over! Here it is!

alotlikelove - laugh! Definitely laugh, because crying takes up more muscles that laughing, so go with the laughing approach. That's what I'd do anyway…

kate-loves-potf - a longer chapter now! Yay for me! Glad u like it!

Pheely101 - there might not be much Pheely in this chapter, but how could I kill the Pheeliness?

ilovepheely - Yay! New chapter! This is one of my favourite chapters, even if it is a bit depressing. The next one will be a bit depressing, but the one after that should be EXCELLENT! If I say so myself…which I do, so…

be234therz - thankies! I didn't know whether to make it a really depressing story and have him decide not to come back, but how could I do that to Phil, Keely or Pheely lovers everywhere?

So, here it is…lol.

You want to make me
Believe that I'm crazy
Make me think that you're the cure

"Phil…" Keely said, staring into the eyes of the boy that had left her five years ago. She blinked once, just to be sure that this wasn't just a figment of her imagination. She had envisioned this moment a thousand times, but had never once believed it could have happened.

"I've missed you Keels," Phil said, and hugged her, trying to be careful. If Dean was hurting her, it was most likely around her arms. "Are you okay?"

Keely looked at him. "Am I okay? That's the first thing you ask after five years of being away? What sort of question is that?"

"Um…an are-you-okay sort of question?" Phil said, confused.

Keely laughed, the only proper laugh she had done since she first met Dean, and hugged him again. "I'm fine."

"You look great. Like you did in the Giggle, but better," Phil said, relieved that she didn't look as weak in real life, than she did on that day that he had seen in the Giggle.

Keely, presuming he was talking about the time that had looked in the Giggle when they were in high school. "Yeah. You look great…"

"But why all the long-sleeved tops?" Phil said. "I mean, you never wore long sleeved tops in high school, unless it was freezing."

Keely looked away. "I've changed."

"Yeah. I know," Phil said. "Keels…I know…"

Keely looked at him. "You know what?"

"I know about Dean. And what he's doing to you…" Phil said, and guided her back to the chair.

"He's not doing anything!" Keely said. If Dean found out that somebody knew, no matter how many times she tried to protest her innocence, it wouldn't work.

Phil grabbed her arm, and before she could snatch it away, pulled up her sleeve, carefully, and looked at the glowing purple bruises across her wrist. "Keely…you can't pretend he's not doing anything to you. These bruises aren't something you get walking into things."

"Fine. He hits me. But only when he's angry. He doesn't mean it," Keely said, and pulled her arm back.

Phil rolled his eyes. "And I suppose he comes home and apologies sweetly afterwards. Keely, your face is half-purple. And I saw him stab you. In the Giggle…"

"You watched me?" Keely cried. "You intruded into my life? You looked at that stupid thing, and saw my life? What if I didn't want you to see it? What if it was private? Once you've left you're not supposed to see how people are getting on. It's called wondering. You wonder, but you never really know. That's what I've had to do."

Phil looked down. "I tried not to. But I'm glad I did, because it gave me an excuse to come back to you."

"So, once you've acted the hero, you're going to go back, and leave me again, are you?" Keely sobbed. Her make-up was running by now, and the bruises that had been so carefully covered, were no longer hidden.

Phil shook his head. "No. I needed an excuse to come and see you. I had to come back. I knew that I had to. But mum and dad wouldn't let me without a reason. A reason other than you. They couldn't see how important you were to me. But then, I looked. And tried not to. I really did. But this voice in my head told me I had to. And I did. And I saw him, and you. And then I saw me. I knew, right then, that I had to have come back. I must have. And mum and dad saw that too. So, here I am. Back in the 21st century."

"Well, for all I care, you could be in the 22nd," Keely said, and ran out of the room in tears.

I am so sorry it went back to depressing. I haven't planned this story at all, so I just let it flow out. This is what came out of an hour or two at the computer. It WILL get less depressing. Oh, plus I had loads of time, so I reviewed my reviews! Only the ones for the 8th chapter though (I do have more of a social life than that). So if you've reviewed, but not for the 8th chapter, I have read it, but I just haven't replied…lol. Well anyway, as soon as I have the chance, I'll type some more.