This is an addition for everyone who thought, that this story was too much out of character. I think this addition will set it straight, for we never learned what they were thinking and feeling during those first episodes, right? So a day-dream can't really be out of character right? But for everyone who like the story as it was and thought it was refreshing and new and would like to keep it like it was, I would recommend not to keep going. This Chapter was only added for the more sensitive people under us who thought this story was going too far. I'm not willing to change the previous chapter though, since I didn't rate it M without a reason and I know that shows just the stories rated k through T, so you have to be willing to read this kind of story if you click on "all ratings". The rating has a reason behind it and if you're kinda touchy with love scenes you shouldn't read those stories in that rating section. Anyway, I don't want to offend anyone, and I bet I already did, so I better keep my mouth shut now and let you go through with whatever you decide to do.

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"Dr. Mike?" Her mind needed some time to readjust to reality but her eyes flashed up to scan the homestead once again, when she realized what had just happened.

"You're alright, Dr. Mike?" He asked worriedly after she hadn't moved for a few seconds.

"Well, of course, I am alright." She snapped at him though not meaning to. She felt herself flushing with the thought of what she had been thinking of.

"You sure, 'cause you seem awfully flushed…" He stated matter-of-factly.

What was wrong with this man? Couldn't he just mind his own business? She turned around and looked at him though not looking him directly in the eye. She turned around carefully though as not to bump into him for she didn't want her day-dream to become reality.

"I think I might need to sit down for a moment." She answered, lowering herself onto the stairs in front of the homestead.

"Oh, common, it's not that bad. I'm sure with a little cleaning it'll look as good as new." He complained feeling slightly hurt by her shocked reaction to the homestead. He had built this with his own hands. Yes, he had neglected it and it looked shattered and old, but it was still his and she could at least show some respect to that.

"No, Sully, I didn't mean to imply that…" she turned around to the open door once more, stealing a second glance inside. "I think it's lovely, Sully."

She turned around to him, checking if her words had the calming effect she was ailing for. When she saw him relax and fix his eyes on her face, she cast her eyes downwards and stood up quickly.

"But you're right. It sure needs cleaning up and I should go back to town to get my things and something to clean this mess up." She said while walking over to her horse. She cringed when she realized her words.

"Oh Sully, I'm sorry, I meant…" Her face flushed once again and he couldn't help but smile by her sudden awkwardness, not knowing what had caused it.

"It's alright, Dr. Mike. I know what you meant. Let's go back to town and get that stuff you said you'd need. And by the way, I'm sure Charlotte wouldn't mind helping out here." He said as he was walking over to her.

"Yes that would be good." She said and climbed onto her horse. He helped her up and when she was sitting in the saddle she turned to him one last time.

"We will be back shortly." She couldn't help but add, "Together." Before she left his sight.

The (final) End