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"Amy, love, are you alright?"

Ian sat down with her after she sat on the floor, with a distant look in her eyes. She didn't bother to correct him on calling her love.

"I-I-I'm fine." She stuttered.

"No, no your not, I can tell." He said. He truly was concerned, because whether he wanted to admit it or not, he hadn't been entirely faking his feelings for Amy.

"Fine, I'm s-scared to d-d-death." Tears rolling freely down her cheeks. Ian pulled her close to him and held her while she cried.

"Come on Amy," he consoled her, "I won't let them hurt you."

"T-Thank you Ian, but why would you care that much about me?" Amy calmed down enough to stop crying and stuttering.

"B-Because I love you." Wait,' Ian Kabra doesn't stutter,' he thought in his head.

"Ian…I love you too." Amy said a smile growing on her face.

"Come on, love, lets alert the others." Ian helped her up and led her by the hand down to the living room. They left out the part of the Vespers wanting Amy, so that the others wouldn't go…for lack of a better word, overboard.

"Amy, would you like to go out for a coffee, take your mind off things?" He couldn't even begin to imagine what she must be feeling, having someone she cared about stab her in the back this way.

"Sure, there's a really good place down town we could try."

Once at the coffee shop they ordered two caramel frappes and a piece of chocolate cake to split. They slide into a booth and began to discuss the single kiss they had shared in the cave. Only after close to half an hour, did they realize how close they were sitting to each other. Ian dropped off mid-sentence and began to lean in towards Amy. Just as their lips met Evan walked into the coffee shop. He gasped when he saw Amy kiss Ian. They broke apart when they heard him. Their eyes grew wide and they got out of their booth. Evan reached for a bulge under his shirt.

"GUN!" Amy screamed as he drew the weapon.

"Amy," he said, "How could you?" Then something happened that Amy wished she would never have to witness again. Ian aimed the gun and let one shot fire. He stormed out of the café as Ian crumpled to the ground, face contorted in pain.