Something woke Amy with a start but she kept her eyes closed trying to decide what had roused her. Sun wasn't hitting her eyelids, so she knew she hadn't overslept. Her alarm wasn't blaring so she knew it wasn't six. She took a deep breath and stretched her legs.

The she felt it, the source of her awakening.

Something was resting on her waist and hanging down to her to her stomach and it ended in a hard fist clasped around on the front of her t-shirt.

Amy opened her eyes and with the dim light provided by the moon high outside the window, she looked down and saw Ty's hand clutching her shirt where his hand had been massaging as she'd fallen asleep. Reaching down, Amy gently put her hand over Ty's. At his sudden sharp intake of breath, she realized that she had woken him. Rolling over in his arms, Amy turned until she was facing him. His eyes were wide, his face pale and a light sheen of sweat covered him.

"Ty," Amy gasped, reaching down quickly she pulled the quilt up and wrapped around them both.

She reached up and ran her fingers through Ty's slightly damp hair as he swallowed hard numerous times.

"Ty," Amy whispered, smoothing her hand on the side of his heated face. He immediately turned towards her touch. "Ty, what's wrong?"

Amy felt his hand tighten around a handful of the back of her shirt.

"Was it the oil?" Amy asked, now pressing both her cool hands against Ty's warm face.

He shook his head with his eyes still wide.

"Ty…" Amy breathed, reaching out and wrapping her arms around him. Ty buried his face in her shoulder and inhaled deeply. "Are you sick?" Amy murmured into his hair as she stroked his warm back.

He shook his head.

Amy held onto him; waiting for his body to relaxed, but it didn't.

"Ty –"

""Do you love me?" Ty asked suddenly, cutting Amy off.

Amy pulled back in shock, looking into Ty's face with concern, though she was relieved to see that the colour had returned to his cheeks. His expression was completely serious. "Amy?" He prompted, looking directly into her eyes.

"Of course I do," Amy answered in a whisper, reaching out to caress Ty's jaw. "I love you Ty."

A sigh escaped Ty's mouth and he leaned forward to take Amy into his arms.

"What, that's it?" Amy asked, resting her cheek against Ty's neck. Though her mind was alert, her eyes were drooping.

"Mmhm," Amy could feel Ty's throat vibrate against her ear. She pressed a kiss to his Adam's apple before burying her nose where his neck and shoulder met. She heard him whisper repetitively to her as he smoothed her hair, "I love you Amy."

&

When Amy woke from her uneasy sleep she knew exactly where she was and immediately looked up at Ty from where her head rested on his shoulder. She was met with a pair of deep green eyes staring unblinkingly at her.

Amy reached up and pushed back a lock of hair that lay across his forehead.

"Morning," Ty said in a hoarse voice.

"That's it?" Amy asked, repeating the question she'd posed during the night.

"What's it?" Ty asked, looking down and taking Amy's hand in his own, stroking the back of it with his thumb.

"What was that… last night?" Amy asked, catching Ty when his eyes shifted slightly. "Ty?"

Ty looked up from their hands with an embarrassed smirk, "I had a bad dream."

Amy thought a moment, but remained silent while she waited for Ty to continue. He didn't.

"What was it about?" Amy prompted, looking groggily up at Ty, resting her head on his pillow and her chin on his shoulder.

Ty hesitated for a moment before stretching his arm out and wrapping around Amy's shoulders, pulling her close. "You were in it."

Amy allowed him to fall silent as she thought about what had happened when she had woken in the night.

"What did I do Ty?" She asked, remembering Ty's distress.

"Nothing," Ty said quickly, looking up towards the ceiling.

"Ty," Amy scolded, pausing to reach over and pull his chin lightly, forcing him to look at her. "Give me a little more credit. What did I do?"

Ty closed his eyes briefly and with a small sigh he looked into her eyes. "You left,"

"I left?" Amy asked. Moving closer to him, she felt his arm tighten around her shoulders.

"Heartland, me, you just left," Ty reached his other arm out and wrapped it around Amy's waist, pulling her body flush against his.

"Ty, you know that's completely insane," Amy whispered, pressing her forehead against Ty's. "I would never leave Heartland. I could never leave you."

"I know," Ty breathed, pressing his fingertips lightly into the small of her back.

They lay that way for a moment; Amy making small circles with her fingertips over Ty's cheeks, running her fingers back into his hair before pressing a short kiss to his lips.

"Its after six, isn't it?"

Ty groaned and squeezed her in a quick hug. "Unfortunately," He sighed, releasing Amy.

Amy rolled on top of Ty, stretching her legs over his, smiling at the shocked expression on his face. "Silly Ty," She breathed; shaking her head, her nose brushing his. "You're stuck with me."

&

Lou's shoes were at the door and grandpa's car was in the drive. Amy reflected, moving soiled hay into the wheelbarrow.

They might not know. She thought, brushing away a loose strand of hair with the back of her hand before picking up the handles and pushing the wheelbarrow in the direction of the muckheap.

"I heard Lou and Jack talking about us," She remembered Ty saying yesterday. "Well, it was more Lou talking and Jack listening."

"Perfect," Amy muttered, dumping the wheelbarrow and turning back to the barn. I hope they didn't see –

"Amy, breakfast, hurry up or you're going to miss the bus!" Lou shouted from the kitchen door.

Amy shook her head slightly. She doesn't know. She mentally reassured herself as she turned her feet towards the house.

"What did you two do last night?" Lou asked as Amy entered the kitchen, quickly kicked off her boots and headed towards a shower.

"TV, stew," She paused to look at her grandpa who was washing a muffin tin. "Really good stew by the way grandpa." Amy turned towards the stairs.

"Is that all?" Lou asked.

Damn it. Amy paused, considering the alternative but decided that the truth would be the best.

"I gave Ty a massage," She answered simply.

Jack paused and turned slightly towards Amy, his hands still in the soapy water.

"Aromatherapy works so well on the horses, we're hoping it will help Ty as well," She explained quickly, her face reddening slightly.

The kitchen was silent for a moment before Jack clunked a dirty mug into the water and shrugged his shoulders, "Makes sense."

Amy dashed to her room, sighing in relief as she leaned against her closed bedroom door. She looked over at her alarm, cursed under her breath and ran for a quick shower.

&

"I'm just not sure she's being entirely truthful," Amy heard Lou's voice drift to where Amy had paused half way down the stairs, struggling to pull a sweater over her head. Amy straightened her top and moved quietly until she was standing outside the kitchen.

"Nothing happened," Jack said slowly. "She would have said something."

"You don't know that!" Lou said. Amy heard Lou sit, placing something on the kitchen table.

"Amy's not like that Lou," Jack said sternly. "She's a very mature young woman." Amy smiled at her grandpa's confidence in her. She heard him sit at the table as well.

"Exactly," Lou said quickly. "And what about Ty? He –"

"You haven't known Ty as long as I have," Jack cut her off with a defensive tone. "He's a good man."

"But –" Lou started.

"No 'but's," Jack said firmly. "Ty wouldn't. And besides, even if they had, he would have said something or you would have been able to tell."

Lou sighed.

"If you want to talk anymore on this subject," Jack said quickly before Lou could speak. "It's going to have to be with Amy and Ty."

Amy heard Lou sigh again and decided to make her entrance.

Jack was sitting back in his chair, his hands cupping a mug of steaming coffee. Lou sat examining the half full bottle of diluted cypress oil. Amy poured herself a cup of coffee and grabbed a fresh muffin before sitting across from her sister who wore a guilty blush.

"Where'd you get that?" Amy demanded, gesturing slightly with her chin towards the bottle her sister was turning over in her hands.

"Ty forgot it on the table when he left earlier," Lou said.

"So?" Amy cocked her head to the side, waiting for her sister to continue.

"Amy…" Lou started in a small voice lacking all the conviction she normally spoke in. Amy glared at her sister but looked abruptly away as Ty entered from outside. Judging by the smile he wore, she knew he hadn't heard the conversation.

"What's going on?" Ty questioned, taking in Lou's now stiff posture and Amy's disgruntled expression. He wheeled himself between Amy and Jack and looked expectantly at Lou. Amy watched as his eyes fell on the bottle in her hands. He caught himself but not before Amy noticed his expression flicker momentarily.

"I heard what you said," Amy said bitterly.

"Amy, I –" Lou started.

"What did she say?" Ty asked quickly.

Lou closed her mouth and placed the bottle on the table, folding her hands.

"She thinks we did something last night, don't you Lou?" Amy answered dryly.

"Did something," Ty echoed, looking questioningly at Jack and then somewhat hurt at Lou. He realized immediately what was being asked but unlike Amy was much better at keeping his emotions in check. "Don't you trust us?" He asked calmly, then added more softly: "Don't you trust me?"

"Its not that I don't trust you two," Lou answered quickly, "Its just… I'm…" She paused momentarily and Amy took advantage of the silence.

"I'm going to miss my bus," She said in a low voice. She stood, picked up the remainder of her muffin and after bending to kiss Ty's cheek she left the house.

Walking down the drive she reasoned that it was probably cruel to leave Ty by himself with Lou, but she also knew that nothing bad would be said as long as her grandpa was there. By the time she'd reached the bus stop she felt absolutely miserable. What if Lou decided that she didn't want Ty around as often anymore? Surely grandpa wouldn't make Ty go back home while he was still in the chair.

As the bus came to a stop directly in front of her, Amy paused halfway through chewing on the last mouthful of her muffin.

"I hope so," Ty sighed. "I don't really have anywhere else to –"

What had he meant by that?