A/N: IN THIS CHAPTER I WANTED TO SHOW SOME INTERACTION BETWEEN WOODY AND DOLLY. TWO MORE CHAPTERS AND THEN THE WEDDING. DON'T OWN THE REST, JUST DOLLY. ENJOY!

CHAPTER 5: KEEPING PROMISES

Thursday was Woody's day off, he would need it, that evening was his dreaded bachelor party. Jordan had already left for work and Woody had some things to take care of before he started his day. He had just put a load of laundry into the washing machine when there was a knock at the door. "Coming.", he called as he wheeled to the door, to find Dolly standing, awkwardly outside his apartment. "Hi, did I catch you at a bad time? Oh, I didn't wake you, did I?", she asked, shyly, noticing his messy hair along with the track shorts and t-shirt he was wearing. He waived her in, "No, it's not a bad time, I've been up for hours. Jordan and I had to take an early run, since she had a meeting at work this morning.", Woody replied heading back toward the laundry closet. "Run?", Dolly questioned. Woody looked over his shoulder and nodded with a smile.

"So, what brings you here?", Woody asked as he finished loading the machine. "Well, Max picked up mom and I and brought us to his house so we could start the baking. But you know my mother, too many cooks in the kitchen. So she sent me out to run a million errands. And I decided to come see you before I went to the store.", Dolly explained with a chuckle. "I hope you don't mind, I mean if you're busy, I could come back.", Dolly rambled, nervously. "I could never be too busy for you.", Woody stated, taking her hand. She looked down at the floor and bit her lip. "I've got an idea, why don't you spend the morning with me, I can drop you off at the store before I go to therapy, then pick you up when I'm done.", Woody offered. "Or I could just go with you and you could come to the store with me.", she volunteered. "That sounds great. I have to finish up here and then we're off.", Woody replied, wheeling into the kitchen.

Dolly looked around the unit, it didn't look any different than any other apartment, it was simply decorated with Jordan's artwork and Woody's antique robot collection. "This place is beautiful Woody, it's huge.", she called out. "Come in here and I'll give you a tour.", Woody said from the kitchen. As soon as she entered the kitchen she noticed the large gourmet atmosphere with oak cabinets, stainless appliances and hardwood floors, the only subtle difference was the low counters and work spaces. "Nice.", she muttered. He finished loading the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher and called out, "Follow me." The two made their way down the hall. "You've already seen the laundry room.", he chuckled, passing the closet. Woody pointed out the guest bathroom and next to it was the guest bedroom, which doubled as an office with two desks and computers, one for him and one for Jordan. The next bedroom was a den/exercise room, it had a small couch and tv, along with a few machines and weights. Dolly immediately noticed the treadmill. Woody looked up at her and laughed, "It's Jordan's."

They came to the master bedroom, it was a massive room with oversized furniture, two walk-in closets and a seating area with a fireplace. "This is amazing, it's like a hotel, only better.", Dolly stated in awe. The only way you would know that someone with a disability live here, is if you went into the master bathroom, and even that was subtle, with only some support rails and a built in shower bench. "Woody this place is unbelievable. It must cost you a small fortune.", Dolly stated, admiring the view of the courtyard from the second floor patio. "It's not too bad. Because it was built as an accessible unit, we get a break on the rent. Only three out of the twelve units are accessible.", Woody explained, packing up his things for therapy. "Ready?", he asked as she walked back into the room. She nodded, happily. As they left the apartment, Dolly noticed Woody did not lock the door. "Don't need to, we have self locking doors.", he explained. "Of course, safety first, a cop would always think of something like that.", she chuckled. "Actually it was Nigel. That apartment is so high-tech, I don't know how to work half the stuff in there. We've got self-locking doors, a security system, a intercom system, remote controlled everything. Nigel is really a great friend, always thinking of things to make my life a little easier.", Woody stated factually. Dolly couldn't help but smile at the mention of the good doctors name.

The rest of the morning was filled with sightseeing and errand running. Late afternoon, Woody had a therapy session at the rehabilitation center. The doctor had said Woody could go to a private facility for his sessions, buthe had made friends here, and felt comfortable with his therapist Mike and his two assistants. Dolly was a little nervous to be there, she had never personally known anyone who was in a wheelchair and now she found herself in a room with dozens of people with various disabilities, her mind always coming back to one in particular. This wasn't just anyone, he wasn't a complete stranger, he was he cousin, her best friend. It broke her heart as she watched him struggle with his exercises, but he never gave up, he just kept trying. Dolly's eyes were wondering around the room again as Woody was busy at the bars. Mike came over to ask if she could help with something. She nodded, unsurely. "We ordered these new braces about two months ago. I didn't think they would be here for the wedding, but they are. These are a lot lighter and less bulky than the old ones and they offer much more support.", Mike explained with a smile. Woody looked at Dolly and asked, "May I have this dance?" She nodded in shock and swallowed back the tears. "I'm not sure if this will work, but I have to give it a try. I promised Jordan.", Woody said nervously. Mike gave him a pair of under arm crutches to use in place of the fore-arm crutches, these would give Woody even more support. Mike stated some soft music, Dolly awkwardly put her arms around her cousin. "Just like you practiced, Woody", Mike encouraged. The pair began to sort-of sway to the music, Woody took a few almost steps, never taking his eyes off of the floor, for fear he would trip over his or her feet. "Just like Fred and Ginger.", Mike stated with a smile. Dolly's damp eyes looked at Woody, beaming. She had never been as proud of her cousin as she was in that moment, doing everything he could to keep his promises.