Hi. Sorry this took so long. Especially after I got up one a day…for three days. But things have been…a little out of my control. But everything should be cooling down now. Hopefully.

-marblememo

Syndrome took five steps. Stopped. Turned and walked five more. Stopped. Turned and walked another five. He glanced over at the clock. 2:35 am. It was late. Almost too late. And Mirages birthday was tomorrow. Well technically today. He was having trouble thinking about what to get her.

"She's a girl right? What do girls like?" he thought out loud.

Five steps. Stop. Turn.

"What am I going to do?"

Five steps. Stop. Turn.

"Gah!" he yelled out and threw his arms up in frustration. He stopped pacing. A little spark of an idea flew through his mind.

Who else but a girl would know what a girl would want? His eyes flew wide open. How could I have missed this! Of course! Of course! Lily! She's a girl! Mirage is a Girl! Lily can help me!!!

He pulled a smug smirk onto his face and walked out of his room and into the hallway. He made his way to Lily's door. He straitened his shirt and brushed some invisible lint of his shoulder. He lifted his fist and prepared to start knocking on the door.

Lily POV

*knock, knock*

I slowly opened my eyes. I heard a noise. I don't like that noise. I sluggishly looked over to the alarm clock on my bedside table and saw the clock. It was almost three am. Three in the fucking morning! I decided whoever was at the door would give up if I didn't answer and leave me to go back to sleep.

*Knock, Knock, Knock*

There it goes again. No worries. They'll give up. I snuggled deeper into my blanket and closed my eyes. Doing my best to ignore the feeling inside of me that made me want to stab whoever was at my door in the face.

*KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK*

My eyes snapped open. Whoever was out there really wasn't getting the clue. It's 3 in the fucking morning! Come back tomorrow! And God help me, leave now or fear the wrath of Lily without enough sleep.

*KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!!*

This time the series of knocks was followed by someone yelling out from behind the door.

"Lily! I know you're in there! Please! I Need your help!" It was Syndrome. Knew it. Asshole. What the hell. Leave me alone.

"Please Lily! I really, really need your help! Please Lily! Please?" his voice had started to falter near the end. Damn. Bastard's guilting me into actually doing this.

I groaned. And threw myself out of bed and onto the flow. That always woke me up quicker. I picked myself up off the ground and stood up. Rolled my neck, and cracked all the bones I could to try and wake myself. I brushed myself off and made my way towards the door.

I threw the door open to see Syndrome. Arm still raised as if preparing for another series of knocks. I glared at him.

"What?" I growled out.

"Bad time?" he questioned. No shit Sherlock!

"Yah think?"

"I Know, I know, but I really really need your help with something really important." He pleaded. Using puppy dog eyes that I had never seen him use. And to be honest it kind of scared me a little. He tried to open the door but I used my foot to block it from opening it all the way. I cocked my head to the side angrily. I narrowed my eyes. Refusing to let him in. He looked slightly hurt.

"Come on. Pleeeeeease?" he said. Drawing out the word please. The puppy dog effect intensified. I was wearing down. Time for stronger defensives.

"Do you know what time it is?" I ground out. My teeth clenched. I did not liked to be awakened in the middle of the night. Not by anyone.

"Yeah, I know. I'm really sorry about-" he started. I interrupted.

"Do you know what time it is?"

"Yes, its" he paused looked down at the watch on his wrist. "three o'clock in the morning"

"Exactly, which means its early, or late, whichever you prefer. And that means it is time for sleep. Not time for waking people up in the middle of the night for no reason." I practically yelled at him. I tried to close the door in his face but he stopped it with his shoe right before it closed.

"Come one Lily please? I really need your help picking out a birthday gift my Mirage" he said. My eyes flashed angrily.

"You're kidding me." I said in disbelief. He shook his head. "You're shitting me?" he shook his head again. "You've got to be kidding!" I yelled exasperated. I then tried to close the door again.

"Come on Lily! You owe me!" he said losing ground in their little argument.

"What?" I said shocked. "How the hell do I owe you?"

"Well…" he started and then looked at me expectantly. He knows something. I searched my thoughts.

"No way" I said defiantly. I then started reciting things out loud. "Let's see, You gave me a home, then I patched you up that one time. Then you saved my life then…" I trailed off. Damn. He got me. I guess I do owe him. Damn it all! I groaned loudly.

"Fine. Come in. I'll help you. But I won't be happy about" I said sticking my finger in his face to prove my point. "I'll go put on coffee, sit on the couch and I'll be out in a second." I walked away and into the kitchen and set the coffee maker. Work quickly technology. Don't try my patience. I willed it. I walked back into the living area and saw that Syndrome had already made himself at home and had put his feet up on my coffee table. I narrowed my eyes at him. He quickly put his feet down again. Good boy.

"So, what were you thinking about getting Malibu Barbie for her birthday?" I asked as I threw myself sideways into an armchair.

"Well I was thinking something along the lines of…"

And finally Syndrome had chosen what to get her. After a couple of hours of many Google searches and random guessing. She had actually helped him get a gift for his girl. I'll have to thank her. He thought. I did interrupt her sleep. Wait. Am I actually feeling guilty about keeping her awake? Well serves her right she did the same to me. His little bit of guilt vanished. But something was still bugging him in the pit of his stomach. He just ignored it.

"Hey Lily, I finally got it. Its bought and being shipped here right now. It should be here and ready in six hours." He looked up from the screen of the laptop to see Lily curled up on the end of the couch snoozing peacefully. He gave a small smirk. He walked over and picked her up. Wow. She's really light. He thought.

He walked out of the living area and into her bed room. He laid her out and pulled the blanket around her. He whispered to her a quick good night and kissed her slightly on her forehead. He froze. He made his way out of her living quarters in a rush. He made his way into his room and fell into his bed. In an instant he was dreaming about a crazy black haired janitor and the way she could stand up to him like no other member of his staff would.

The morning (Lily pov)

I opened my door and set out for my next day's work. Right on the ground outside my door a little card caught my eye. I bent down to pick it up and saw in cursive writing on the front it said 'thank you' I opened it up and inside there was one word. Syndrome. I found it strange that even the way he writes his name can look arrogant.

I said out loud to myself "Well Syndrome, looks like this whole niceness thing is really catching on with you ain't it?"

Well. Watcha think? Review please. Next chapter will hopefully be up soon. And I stress hopefully.

-MarbleMemo