I'm not sure how good this is, I wrote it as a maybe-follow-up. Tell me what you think.

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"D'Arvit!" swore Holly Short; unaware that three hundred pairs of eyes were staring right at her. As she stepped through the doors to the party, she muttered to herself, "Stupid centaur. It's been three years, but right after I get back I have to go to the Christmas party so they'll give me my job back. As if. They'd be lucky to get my services."

Shocked, Trouble stumbled towards her, knocking and kicking things off the tables and moving things out of his way. Not noticing the glares of seventy-some odd girls boring into his back, he whispered into her hair, "Holls? Is it actually you? Are you really back?"

"Er, um, Trouble?" Holly asked, her voice slightly squeaky.

Trouble answered eagerly, "Yeah, Holls?"

"You're kind of squishing me, Commander." The pressure on Holly's back was instantly relieved.

He blushed and asked, "Who told you? Foaly, I assume."

"Yeah. He told me in the shuttle, on the way down. Has it really been three years? Oh, and are you going to let me have my job back?"

"Holly," Trouble said slowly, "Do you want to go somewhere else, and talk? A lot has happened. But of course you can have your job back."

"Uhhh, umm, sure, I guess," Holly said, a bit nervously.

With that, they left. Trouble didn't even think to look back. If he had, however, he would have found three hundred confused and upset people looking right back at him.

Trouble decided to bring Holly to the arboretum, his favorite place in Haven's local [and only] downtown park. It's the only place that would be open, secluded, and somewhat romantic at three in the morning. He wasn't sure whether it was a good time to talk to Holly about his crush that had been building for years. At that thought, Trouble almost hit himself. Of course it isn't a good time, you idiot, he thought. She just got back, the last thing I need- the last thing she needs- is something to ruin our friendship.

So, instead of confessing his true feelings, Trouble spent two hours debriefing Holly on what had happened in her absence. There was more information than he had realized. Unfortunately for him, Trouble had to really try not to stare/blush/think about Holly, for it unfocused and confused him.

Holly finally said, "Okay, thanks, um, Commander," here she blushed, "er, Trouble. I really should go back to my apartment, since I guess I have work tomorrow."

Trouble sighed heavily and replied, slightly guiltily, "You see, Holls, that's the thing…."

TBC

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