Author's Note: Even though I haven't really written many Jay/Theresa moments, I've made this chapter a half-and-half between the two couples. This was not of my own willing, it was for Suk-fong, who wanted it.

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Suk-fong: no Jay and Theresaness?

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Then I felt bad for all the J/T fans who are reading this because the story had been mostly A/A so far. Seriously, the only cutesy pie moment I remember between Jay and Theresa is that part on the bus. And that wasn't even technically a moment! It was Jay being un-alert and falling asleep and Theresa waking him up! Man I'm annoying!

So I made a Jay/Theresa moment in this story, even though it's sort of tiny. Please don't hate me; there will be more later on. This story is turning romanceier than I planned it to be, which is seriously pissing me off.

Chapter dedicated to Suk-fong for inspiring me to actually write a J/T moment for once!

Disclaimer: Me still no owney!

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"Get a wet cloth," Jay ordered. Herry immediately sprang to life and sprinted to the kitchen. Running water could be faintly heard a moment later.

"What else can we do?" Archie asked. Atlanta's head was resting in his lap.

"First of all, we can move Atlanta to that couch in the sitting room," Odie told him, "I think she'll need some space."

Archie nodded, and with the assistance of Neil, moved the petite girl to the sofa. The two boys then got a pillow and some warm blankets for their friend, the others followed. Atlanta responded to all this by muttering things the group couldn't understand.

Odie walked over to the red-head and began to raise her shirt.

"What the hell are you doing?" Archie asked angrily, slapping the boy's hand away.

"Looking at her cut," Odie said slowly and calmly. Archie's face softened and he apologized to his teammate. Odie smiled to say, 'I forgive you', and began to inspect Atlanta's wound.

It was pretty gross. The injury was bright red and had again begun to pulse with blood. The area around the sore was a sickly shade of green.

"Oh my goodness," Theresa whispered, cupping a hand to her mouth. Jay put his arm on her elbow in what was meant to be a comfort way, but also sent shivers up and down Theresa's spine. She turned to her friend and looked into his eyes.

'They're so brown,' Theresa thought, 'Like an Aero bar or something…'

What the heck was she doing? Was she actually comparing a guy's eyes to a candy bar? What was her problem? It was so….

But her thoughts were interrupted when she realized Jay was leaning in towards her. Theresa could feel her eyes fluttering closed. Their lips were almost touching…..

When Herry burst in with the cloth Jay had told him to get.

Damn it!

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Archie looked down at the kettle of water that was boiling on the ancient gas stove and sighed unhappily. Atlanta still hadn't gotten any better. In fact, she had taken a turn for the worse. Luckily, she was now fully conscious, but was utterly exhausted and dehydrated. Odie had said that only Atlanta could be fully alert while her body was going through so much pain.

Since Archie had volunteered for Atlanta watch, the rest of his friends had gone to sleep. The sick girl was curled up on the couch, her eyes wide open. Archie had told her to rest, but she insisted that she wasn't tired, even though anyone could tell that she was exhausted.

Steam began to erupt from the kettle. Archie took it off the stove and poured into a bright yellow mug with a picture of a smiling cat on the side. Then he took a small tea bag that he had found in a box in one of the many cupboards of the kitchen and dunked it in the hot water. He stirred the liquid around and went to take it to Atlanta.

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"What's this?" Atlanta asked, trying to sit up as Archie entered the room.

"Tea," Archie told her, handing her the mug. Atlanta peered into his containments suspiciously, and then held the liquid away from herself, her eyes narrowing in disgust.

"Drink it," Archie ordered, "You need some nourishment in you."

Atlanta looked into the mug again and gulped down the tea as quickly as she could without barfing.

"Now was that really that terrible?" Archie asked, walking over to where he had placed a mattress on the floor next to the couch Atlanta was lying on.

"Yes," Atlanta smirked, laying her head down on her pillow. Archie laughed and sat down onto his bed. Atlanta turned over so she could face her friend.

"What time is it?" she yawned, stretching her arms over her head.

"Twelve thirty," Archie told her, "What, you tired?"

"No," Atlanta replied.

"Liar."

Atlanta rolled over again so that she was staring at the ceiling.

"Hey, Arch?" she said.

"Yeah?" Archie asked tiredly as he pulled his blankets over his shoulders.

"How do you do it all the time?" Atlanta whispered.

"Do what?"

"Never giving up," Atlanta said, "How come you never lose faith? You always just keep going. Like with the Seeper…."

"I had help," Archie reminded her, remembering Hope.

"I know that," Atlanta said, "But you also helped me with Pan and Arachne. And that wasn't Hope, Archie. That was you. Don't you fear anything?"

"Water."

"But that's not a fear," Atlanta told him, "That's an obstacle that you'll get over soon enough."

She buried her head in her pillow and closed her eyes. Archie rolled over and stared at the sleeping girl until he got the nerve to speak out.

"You wanna know what scares me?" he asked, "What scares me is you. You're the most head-strong person I know, Atlanta. And that scares the shit out of me. I can't go through a day without wondering if you're alright. I can't sleep sometimes because I'm scared that you're not going to be there when I wake up. I realized that a few days after I met you. I've spent all my life blocking people out because I thought if they got too far in, they'd turn against me. I didn't believe I could save the world at all. I tried to escape, remember? I tried to leave on a selfish whim. Most people would have talked to me to tell me not to go. But you know what convinced me? You slamming me to the ground thinking I was a burglar. And I knew that if I did try to run off, you'd kick my ass. I've never met a girl who's had that attitude before. It was freaking awesome! Then some guy came along and tried to take you, and it made me so angry. He made it seem like you were his property or something. I didn't like that at all, but then I thought to myself that's exactly what might happen to me if we did get together. You don't need anyone to make you happy, Atlanta, and that's what I'm scared of. Ruining what we have know because of a feeling that may or may not be mutual. I love you, okay?"

Archie punched his pillow hard, wishing that he wasn't so stupid as to say those things to a sleeping Atlanta. Yearning that he could confess his feelings when she was actually awake.

Little did he know that she was.

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Sorry the chapter is so short! I had a ton of homework I wanted to get out of the way plus I was doing extra rehearsal for my drama presentation. We're doing "The Cell Block Tango" and I need to get my moves done right! More later, I promise. Less mushy, more action and humor!