I think this update is late... IM SO SORRY! ILL TRY TO MAKE SURE IT DOESNT HAPPEN AGAIN D:

I just want to answer ClementineTWDG question. She asked what my update schedule was for this, and honestly I don't have one. I'll TRY to post twice a week. Once at least!

ONOT THE STORY!

Who knows how long the two of them sat there and just talked. Duck spoke of his parents and how things were going for him. Out of fear that he'd either upset her or scare her, he kept to mostly casual things. Things like school and his general day. The whole time he kept his dark eyes on her, admiring everything he could. Her own gaze was glued to their hands, which were still shyly intertwined with each other.

She told him about her friend Sarah and how nice she thought Bonnie was. She also let him in on how she found Kenny again and how he and Luke were fighting. She also told him about Wellington. He didn't understand these things at first, but as soon as he figured it out he played along. No need to ruin all the good progress he had by trying to force the real world on her. She would smile at him and he at her.

"Duck," Dr. Logan came in after a bit, "Times up."

Upon hearing this news, he unintentionally pouted, "Do I really have to leave right now? Not even ten more minutes?"

"I'm afraid not," Logan offered a sad smile before repeating, "Times up."

Instead of responding to him, Duck turned to Clementine, "Hey, are you going to be alright?"

Clementine answered only mentally, seeing as how no words would leave her mouth. She may seem insane for doing so, but she was really believing this was indeed Duck. The same Duck who would tease her for all the dresses she wore and the same one she shoved in the mud. That she had been reunited with her best friend and he wasn't about to let her go again. She couldn't be sure though. Not everyone was who they seemed. Arvo (Who in reality was nothing more then an employee at a nearby convenient store who was trying to make ends meet and help pay off his sisters medical bills) had taught her that.

"She'll be fine," Logan assured, not letting Clementine speak for herself.

This was something Duck noticed and would not accept. He had too be there for her if she needed him. He would be her bodyguard, of sorts. He continued, "Will you? Do you need anything?"

Finally remembering how to speak, Clem shook her head lightly, "I don't want you to leave... but if you have to go I understand."

"But you'll be fine, right?" Duck asked once more, still holding her hand in his. He needed to her from her that she would be fine. He thought that it would make him feel better.

She hesitated for a second before replying, "Of course I will."

He tried to catch her eyes, he could always tell if she were lying or not when he did that. He would be able to, if that damn hat would stop casting a shadow. From What he could see, she would be fine. He gave a small nod, "Alright, I'm leaving, but I swear to you that I'll be back soon."

"I know," She said, smiling a little in order to make him feel better, "I... I believe you."

He smiled at that, "Any chance I could get a hug?"

She looked down and frowned. She was barley able to handle the fact he was touching her hand, so the thought of his arms wrapped around her was... unsettling. Her head stayed down while her eyes glanced back up. He smiled at her, despite feeling upset that he couldn't hug her and gave her hand a small, supportive squeeze to show he was fine.

"I'm sorry," She whispered, honestly feeling a bit guilty.

He finally let go of her and started walking toward the door, "It's fine. Goodbye Clem."

Logan opened the door for Duck and followed him right out. When the door slammed shut, Clem flinched a little. She lifted her hand up and held it close to her chest.

"Goodbye Duck."

"Christa, please just come back to bed," Omid groaned while throwing his head back onto the comfort of his pillow, "It's nearly three in the morning!"

Christa let out an annoyed sigh, "Just go to bed then! Im not keeping you up!"

Omid rubbed his eyes. As much as he loved his fiancé, he hated her stubbornness. Ever since Christa returned from visiting Dr. Logan, she's been OBSESSED with figuring him out. She insists that she's hiding something. Christa got the vibe that she was welcomed until she started asking questions, and this had made her curious. Thanks to the internet, she now knew his age, date of birth, siblings, and where he went to school. All things she was not interested in.

"Chirsta," Omid whined again, "This surly cant be good for the baby!"

At the mention of her unborn child, Christa automatically brought a defensive hand up to her swollen belly, "The baby's fine. I'm staying up."

"Why?" Omid asked as threw his head back and propped himself on his elbows.

Christa pinched the bridge of her nose, considering this would be the fifth time she explained this, "I'm telling you, there was something off about him."

Omid rose an eyebrow, "Alright, lets say there is. Lets say he's hiding some horrible secret. Why do you care so much?"

"Because I care about Clementine," Christa answered honestly. She was really concerned for the girl wile she was seeing her and hadn't been able to properly visit since she left. Christa fiddled around with her fingers before continuing, "Clem needs to be taken good care of, and I don't know if that's guy doing that."

"How do you know though?" Omid said, still not sure what to think of her ridiculous searching's.

"I'm a therapist," She shrugged, "It's my job."

Omid chuckled at that before throwing her a smirk. He motioned for her to come closer, "C'mere."

She rolled her eyes before obeying and sitting herself on the edge of their bed. Omid sat up and wrapped his arms around his soon to be wife and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"I have an idea," He said, leaving a kiss on her darker skin.

"And what's that?" She grinned and turned her hear toward him.

He looked into her eyes, "Are you sure you want to hear? I mean, it's a pretty great idea."

It was her turn to chuckle, "Yes, I want to hear."

"My idea," He purposely paused to add unneeded suspense, "Is that in the morning, I'll help you with all your stalker stuff-"

"It's not stalking, it's investigating," She interrupted.

"Shh," He hushed her, "All your investigation stuff, but we go top bed now."

She wouldn't lie, Christa was tired. She was ALWAYS tired now. The thought of warm blankets and comfy pillows were defiantly inviting and not the last thing she wanted.

"Alright," She gave in, "Just be ready to help me in the morning."

Omid chuckled, 'You really expect me to risk angering the all mighty pregnant lady?"

Sarita reached back and entwined her fingers into Kenny's hair. She pressed her kiss swollen lips harder onto his and used her teeth to nibble at his bottom lip, carful not to bit to hard. He growled and wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Sarita opened her eyes to take a quick peek at the clock, which told her it was nearly six in the morning. Duck would soon wake up to get ready or school and Katjiaa thought Kenny was out getting coffee.

Yes, they were still seeing each other.

Sarita parted, chest heaving a bit as she tried to catch her breath. She lifted her hand and started to unzip her usual, teal jacket, "How long do we have?"

"Mathew doesn't expect us in until ten," Kenny replied, burying his face into the crook of her neck and started to leave a love bite, "Got hours."

"Katjiaa know?" the Indian woman asked, jacket now off and she started to fumble with his jacket buttons.

Kenny shook his head, his beard tickling her neck a bit, "Not at all."

Sarita looked down, but hid this from Kenny. She hated doing this behind the other woman's back, but he would soon be divorced anyway and there had been rumors that Kat had a discreet lover of her own. Although, this was a rumor that Sarita had no idea whether was true or not. So she assumed she did in order to make herself feel better.

"You really should shave that thing," she tried to get her mind off her lover's wife and gestured to his beard, "I don't like it."

"Not a chance," He teased, capturing her lips in his once more.

Sarita walked forward, causing him to walk back before they were near the edge of her bed. She threw him back and smirked at him. They were going to have a busy morning.

Molly knocked on the door, a smile on her face. She was more then a little excited to see her best friend again. Of course, when Nick answered she couldn't just jump up and down and squeal like a little girl. She came here to be supportive and damn it, that's what she was going to do. She was going to be there for Nick. Luke even, although things might be the smallest bit awkward, but the kissing incident was back when they were in high school. Surly they were both over it by now.

Suddenly, the door flew wide open and she was greeted with the smiling face of Nick.

Her instincts got the best of her...

"Nicky!" She squealed and practically tackled him... like a little girl.

At least she didn't jump up and down!

Nick hugged her hard, happy to see her again, "Good golly miss Molly!"

"Don't ever say that again," She mumbled and backed up a bit, "God, I missed you."

"Me too," he invited her in and closed the door behind her, "Good morning."

"Morning," She chimed back. SHe yawned.

Nick noticed, "Tired?"

"I came all the way from Savanah," She turned to look at him, the small bags under her eyes more visible in the change of lighting, " What do you think?"

He rolled his eyes before picking the pillow up from the couch and handing it to her, "I think the guest room is upstairs, first room on the left."

Im pretty sure this update is late... and IM SORRY!

Well, now Molly's here, Sarita's still seeing Kenny, ANd CHrista is getting suspicious.

Predictions?

BATMAN OUT ;)