A/N: So raise your hand if you feel like last nights episode made you lose all faith in the writers and giving the fans what they want. I guess that gives me all the more reason to write this story, right? Give us that glimmer of hope of Jassandra we all need.
This chapter is really on it's own. Next chapter will probably have around three parts to it. Enjoy!

We saved the world and what not. Apep came at one point – bringing lots of destruction. Turns out he was trying to ruin a city of religion against their own religion – almost worked, too. Oh, did I forget to mention? Yeah, the worlds ending apparently – something about being consumed of darkness or somethin'. Flynn has a flare for the dramatic so I usually don't listen too often. Point is, we came home alive – what matters right? But now, because of that, a few days have passed without a plan being seen through. Without the oh so brilliantly awesome plan – seemed things needed to change then, didn't they?

Let's see. They got lunch, though they never mentioned that to anyone. Probably because if they told Baird she'd yell at them for 'lollygagging on the job', and if they told me – well I've clearly made them feel enormously awkward about the other, so I doubt they'll give me even a mention of it. – Wait … Jacob would never in a million years, but Cassie … he might just have himself another awesome plan. Of sorts. Wow, who knew someone could think of so many incredibly brilliant plans in one week. Oh, that's right, I did.

"Cassandra," I said, sliding in the seat beside her, causing her to flinch.

She gave me a tolerant and forced smile. I could already tell she wasn't having a good morning. "Ezekiel."

"You okay? Seem a bit … out of character this morning."

"Me?" She shrugged, looking down at her formulas. "I'm fine."

"Sure? 'Cause you're out of your usual spirits and-"

"And what are my usual spirits, Jones?" She snapped at me. Okay, she really wasn't acting right.

I frowned, backing up a little. "Well, not this, that's for sure."

She looked at me and her face fell. Her shoulders loosened and she let out a sigh. "I'm sorry, Ezekiel. I'm just not in the best of moods – I have a head cold. My head is killing me."

"I gotcha, Red." I tried not to smirk – this was actually sorta perfect. Not for Cassie now, but in the future it'll be great for her. "Anything I can do to help?"

She gave me a soft smile and shook her head. "No, but thank you. So, what did you need?"

"Well, I was thinking about where I could take Cindy out, right?"

She brightened at that. "Oh! Yes, tell me more."

I snickered at her excitement. Too bad it was all made up. "I was trying to figure out a good place to bring her, and I know she mentioned liking all kinds of pasta. So, I remembered that you had those Italian leftovers in the fridge a couple days ago. I wanted to know where you went, thought maybe I could bring her."

She blushed, biting her bottom lip. "Um, well, it's not anywhere close to here."

"Not a problem. Cindy lives pretty far out – I'd just use the back-door anyway."

She nodded, but said nothing. I gave her an expectant look and she gave in. "It's in Utah."

I raised a brow, even though I clearly already knew this. "Utah? When did that happen? I mean, last time the team went there was on a mission…" I scoffed. "Did you go out to eat on the job?" She bit her lip again. "I gotta admit, Red. Didn't expect it from you."

She huffed. "It was Jacob's idea."

I could tell she regretted saying that the moment it slipped out. I smirked, visibly, this time. "You and Stone? Went out to dinner?"

"Well, I – it was lunch, actually."

"And you didn't tell me you two went on a date? I'm hurt."

Cassandra slapped my arm at that. "It wasn't a date, thank you very much!" Her cute little flustered expressions always make my day. "We were hungry, so we got food."

I gave her a knowing look. "At a fancy Italian restaurant?"

"It was the closest place to eat."

"So you what? Sat down and shared a plate of spaghetti, until ya both accidentally picked up the same noodle – not realizing it 'till your lips met?"

"Ezekiel," She was so embarrassed. It was adorable. "No, it was nothing like Lady and the Tramp. It was just lunch."

"Right. And I'm just Australian." She rolled her eyes at me, deciding to just not respond. "All right, all right. So there's one way to tell if it wasn't a date."

She looked interested, her eyes looking back up at me. "What's that?"

"If he paid for it all – refusing to let you pay for any of it." I eyed her. Cassandra's head fell into her papers. I could hear her groaning under her hair. "What I thought."

"I didn't bring enough money with me though," she looked up again. "He had to pay."

"Did you offer to pay at least some?" I asked, she nodded. "Then sorry Cass, but it was a date." There was silence. I might as well keep up this whole 'interested in the place', right? "How was the restaurant?"

"It was ... really nice." She said with an almost sigh. "The food was terrific. They had beautiful lighting."

"Hmm," I chuckled. "Almost, romantic like?"

Cassandra shoved me over again and put her forehead back on the table. "Leave me alone." She said, muffled through all her papers. "I'm sick."

"Just for you, I'll leave the invalid be." I patted her head, knowing it irritated her. "Thanks for the input on the restaurant."

I heard a scoff. "You aren't even bringing Cindy out to dinner are you?"

I smirked, even though she couldn't see me. "Nope. See you later, Red."

I heard her groan a reply and I walked off to find Stone. Cassandra's favorite flowers were … sunflowers? I'd figure it out – with Jacob's help, obviously. Finding Stone was almost easier than finding Cassandra (who had a tendency to find a good hiding place and hide for hours), because Stone was always in the exact same place. If he wasn't in the same room with Cassandra, that is.

"Stone," I plopped in the seat beside him. We were in the History section of the Library – in the exact same table he always sits in, with his computer out and books sprawled everywhere. I'd say it was deja vu if I didn't know any better.

Stone eyes angled upwards in an almost glare. "What'd you want Jones?"

He was in a cranky mood, too. Figures. "Just thought you might need a hand is all, mate."

He raised a brow, straightening his spine to look at me more clearly. "With what?"

"With, ya know," I shrugged. "Stuff."

He scoffed. "Do ya even have a clue what I'm doing?"

"Well, I mean," I peeked over to see his open books. "You're working on research of the 18th century." I really hope I was at least close.

He growled. "Close. 17th. Baird asked for some data on this Apep guy of ours – records of a similar black type mist traces back all the way to the Egyptians. Stops in the 17th-"

"Yeah, yeah, that's great and all. Hey, now that you've mentioned it, you don't happen to know what Cassandra's favorite flower is, would ya?"

He stared at me for a long moment. "Nothing I just said had anything to do with Cassandra, Jones."

I gave a thinking face, then shrugged. "More flowers, really."

"I didn't mention one thing about-"

"Well, guess you don't know – seem strange, though, don't ya think? I mean, out of all of us, you know Cassandra best and-"

"Daisies." Stone said with a grunt, looking back at his books.

"Daisies, eh?" I settled forward in my seat and laid my arms on the table. "You know, she was telling me just the other day that whenever she wasn't feeling well, her brother would bring her some flowers home to her. She said it used to brighten her whole week. Pretty nice of the guy."

"Well, he was her brother." Stone replied, still looking down at his books. "Reckon he felt like he needed to make her feel better."

Why was he in a mood today? He was acting all broody and vampire like, all alone in this corner of the Library – he wasn't even in the same room with Cassandra. Wait, now to think of it, why wasn't he with Cassandra? They're always doing their research together – unless they had an argument or something… Cassandra and Stone, both cranky, and avoiding each other? Brilliant. Looks like he gets to fix another relationship problem. He might as well look into this as a profession.

"Right, right. Ya know, she's feeling a bit under the weather today. Said she had a headache. Probably from her brain grape –"

"Jones, I ain't in the mood for you and your games. Just get to the dang point. What'ya want?"

I sighed, leaning back in my seat. "All right, Cassandra's in a strange mood. And I haven't seen either of ya step foot in the same room since I walked in this morning – where the two of you seemed all tense and then left the room in separate directions."

"I don't think that's any of your dang business, Jones."

"That's true. But when is it ever?"

Stone grumbled and dropped his pen on the table. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and then said, "You ain't gonna leave me be, are you?"

I smirked. "Not a chance, mate."

He sighed. "We got in a fight, all right? We were here before anyone else this morning', and as we were making coffee she mentioned she had a headache. I assumed the headache was from her tumor, like you, so I suggested she might want to go home and take it easy."

I winced. "Uh oh."

"As you can imagine, she didn't take it too well."

"I'm guessing you didn't happen to apologize?"

He looked like a mixture of confused and angry. "For what? For caring? I didn't want her to exhaust herself, so she just shouted at me for telling her what to do all the time."

I tried not to laugh – but the two of them always cracked me up. "Geesh, sorry there, mate. I think we all understand that Cassandra has a sensitive spot towards bossy people."

He glared at me. "Why am I even telling you all this?"

I chuckled through my nose. "Please, I think we both know there wasn't much of an option."

Stone gave a pitiful, defeated look. "I wasn't bossing her around. I was just - I worry for her dang health, and I get yelled at for that."

"And your way to show your concern is by telling her to go home and sit today out? C'mon, Stone, she hates that more than that movie Coraline."

He ran his hands through his hair. "I know." He took in a deep breath. "The argument didn't just stay on that one subject, either. There was stuff about her using magic, and my lack of compassion or emotions? I dunno, I remember callin' her overly sensitive at one point."

I whistled. "Sounds like you got a lot to apologize for, then."

Stone looked at me, releasing a heavy breath. "Can't believe I'm sayin' it, Jones, but you're right." He expelled out slight chuckle and then just sat there, continuing to read.

I eyed him. "You're not just saying that so I'll leave you alone, right?"

"I don't know," he looked at me, and then paused. "Did it work?"

Normally I would just stay there and annoy the hell out of him, but pre-angered Stone wasn't one to make even angrier. I learned that the hard way. I just stood up and walked into my part of the Library – Jenkin's prized artifacts. I've been wanting to try out David's sling-shot for like a month now. It's going to be great.

I'll check on Red later. Maybe confront her about this argument she failed to mention to me about. But for now, sling-shot time.

I walked into the Annex, being shooed out of where I was thanks to Jenkins. He really needed to learn to loosen up. I capered down the stairs and landed to see Cassandra at her table, like before, but this time with a grin on her face – and a bouquet of flowers in her hands. Daisies, to be exact.

I put my hands in my jacket pockets and slowly approached her. "Where'd you get those from?"

She was beaming, but seeing me she gave me a small frown. "Well if I tell you, you'll just tease me again."

"No need, Red." I gave her a smug smile. "I think I can make an educated guess."

She rolled her eyes and sighed. "You look too far into things, Ezekiel."

"Yeah," I walked over to the large stack of books Baird had left me to read and shrugged. "It's just one of the many things that makes me so awesome."

Cassandra gave me a smile and went back to finding a vase for her flowers. Looks like a great day of work, thanks to me, Ezekiel Jones. Most awesomest friend in the world, I might add. Now let's just hope for another easy day like this tomorrow.

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