A/N: Thanks for all your reviews! I really like the ideas, so after this story, I will start on them (I will do them in the order that I received them)! On to the next story! Again, remember what Lewis and Cleo say in this short story is not like in the real episode, that's because this is my story.

Story 2: What if Cleo and Lewis didn't get back together in "Sea Change"?

Cleo POV

Lewis settled himself on the hot sand by me, trying to get comfortable. In all honesty, I wasn't very comfy myself, my butt getting burned by the burning sand.

"So," he said slowly, as if trying to make the word last a long time, and we could just sit here.

"So," I said equally as slowly as him. I gave him a weary smile.

"I bet you never want to see another shark in your life," joked Lewis, trying to lighten the mood. I cracked a smile. The muggy air settled around us as uncomfortably as we were.

I turned my gaze away from Lewis and out to the sea. "Yeah. You bet. But being a mermaid and all, I just need to get used to it."

I sighed, letting my breath leak out slowly. I really didn't know what to say next. It was like a play. We were the main characters, but it seemed that we both forgot our lines.

"Nice day," commented Lewis, trying to make small talk. I admired him for that. He always had the courage to speak up when no one else would.

"Very," I said. I, on the other hand, was not good at small talk, and was surprised I could come up with that one word.

"Listen, Cleo, I was really worried about you," said Lewis, looking at me. I faced him, too.

"I was really scared," I admitted. "And that's pretty humiliating, considering I'm a mermaid."

"Hey," Lewis said, scooting closer to me. I felt even more uncomfortable, considering that this was someone else's boyfriend I was dealing with. "I'm not a fan of sharks either."

"Yet you scared them away," I said, pouting a little.

"Yes, but I scared them away for you," he said, putting his arm around me. I stiffened. "I was worried about you."

I looked him square in the eye. His words were true—I could tell by his eyes. I was a very good reader of eyes.

He leaned in towards me, and, feeling compelled to do so, I mimicked his actions. Our lips met in the middle, and we both kissed.

As we pulled back, I bit my lip in tense frustration. Ever since I broke up with Lewis, I knew that we weren't meant to be. I knew he'd be better off with someone who would not only understand him greatly, but actually like his clinginess (something that went greatly under appreciated when we were together.) Once we had broken up, that frustrating and sad time, I had learned one thing: I would not go down this road again. But here I was, kissing Lewis right after he saved my life, and I had to admit, it felt utterly amazing.

Oh, what was I saying? I knew I couldn't fall into this tangled mess again, the uncomfortable silence, the constant annoyance for Lewis. Even though deep down I could honestly say I still loved him, I couldn't do this again. No way.

"Lewis," I said, ready to let out all my bottled up emotions. I was ready to let them all burst, leaving him speechless. I was ready to tell him what I was really feeling inside, ready to tell him everything.

But instead, I said, "We can't do this."

"Why not?" asked Lewis.

I didn't want to hurt him. I really didn't. So instead, I just said one simple name. "Charlotte."

"Don't worry about her," Lewis said, smiling. "I broke up with her."

I stared at him with wide, innocent, child-like eyes. He broke up with Charlotte for me? No, that couldn't be. The relationship was already dancing on the borderline of going strong and broken up. He was already planning on dumping the venomous Charlotte like a hot tamale, but that was before everything went wrong, and she became a mermaid.

"You did?" There was no hiding my astonished tone. My words tumbled out before I could make sense of them.

"Yeah." He stared at me with those blue eyes of his. I felt my inner melt away in his presence, and I felt myself smiling. He really did have a way to charm a girl, but I had to find out a way to wiggle out of that charm. I really dreaded this moment, but I knew what I had to say.

"Lewis," I began in a whisper. "I really didn't want it to come down to this, but…we can't be together." I saw the hurt in his eyes, the broken heart that was suddenly so visible under his now thin layers. "It's just…we broke up once, and now here we are…but I just can't do it. I know that ending to this story, Lewis! We will get back together, but it will end in turmoil, and we'll end up never speaking to each other again. And you know why?" I asked, looking deep into his eyes. "Because we just aren't compatible! We are like ice cream and mustard, tuna and relish…we just don't mix. Our stories just don't combine; they don't harmonize well together. Yes, I think you are a wonderful scientist and friend," I continued, looking at him. I smiled, wanting him to know that I still cared for him; I still wanted to be close. "But we won't work well as girlfriend and boyfriend. Lewis, I really hope you find a girl that really enjoys you. But the truth is…I'm not that girl. I never was, or will be. But that girl is still our there somewhere, and she's waiting for you." After I was done, I let out a long sigh, glad my feelings that were kept prisoner in me finally burst out, showing its true colors.

I watched as Lewis's gaze trailed from me to the ocean. He breathed in and out, slowly, as if trying to slow his heart rate. After a few minutes, it got too painful to see him. Tears trickled down my cheeks as I stood up. I walked slowly to the ocean shoreline. About halfway there, I realized that walking hurt for me—and I didn't know why. Tears fell faster as I started to run to the ocean, wanting to forget the pain in my heart and just get rid of it all by swimming. What an amazing feeling it would be once I got in…

"Cleo!" I heard a distant voice cry. I swiveled my head to see Lewis, standing up, with his hands cupped around his mouth. The sun laid its rays on around him just right, making him look like an angel. He took a deep breath, and then yelled, "I love you!"

Emotions mixed through me as I burst into more tears—happy, happy tears. I felt warmth go around my ankles, and as I looked down, I saw that a wave of salt water had crept its way up to me. I looked back up at Lewis. His arms were now at his sides, and he was attentively looking at me.

Instead of coming out with all my feelings at the moment, I just imitated him, and cupped my own hands around my own mouth. I yelled back, "I love you, too!"

He smiled, and I smiled back. I knew then that we wouldn't get back together, but instead remain friends.

I ran into the waiting ocean, and thought to the ocean, as if it could hear my inner thoughts, I'm here. It's all right. I'm here now.

As I swam off, I heard another cry from behind me, "And I always will, Cleo Sertori!"

A/N: I'm a total Clewis shipper, so none of this is how I feel about Cleo and Lewis :). So…like it? Hate it? I'd love to hear some more suggestions, by the way, if you have them. I might use them :). 'Till then, good-bye!