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Ben's Note of Sheer Awesome: My hands hurt from typing so much. I think I have serious carpal tunnel. Ugh… anyway, here you go guys! I figured I might as well mark the half way point for this fic. Also, for the Svaddie fic, I'm wanting to finish this one first for important reasons. I'll continue on it shortly, but this is my main EAH fic focus for now. I hope you all enjoy!

Week 1: Sunday

(Neb)

Neb woke up by staring into Lizzie's face on the floor. He wasn't quite sure how he had gotten there, but he scowled nonetheless. Lizzie was smiling at him for some reason as he woke up, which made him scowl even more. He waited a few seconds before finally asking the important question.

"Why the cheese am I on the floor with you on top of me?" Neb asked flatly.

"You woke me up this way yesterday. I thought it was my turn," Lizzie said with a smile, getting up off the floor. "That… and I wanted to see things from your perspective. I'm sorry I was so harsh to you yesterday."

"You totally bonked your head when you woke up this morning, didn't you?"

"Oh my gosh, how did you know?!"

"That was sarcasm," Neb said dryly.

"Yes, it was," Lizzie sneered… but it wasn't as bad as yesterday's sneer. "Sleep terribly?"

"Best dream of my life," Neb smirked. "You were dead."

"Thanks, I take it as a compliment," Lizzie smirked back. "Better dead than with you, right?"

"Didn't I say something similar a few chapters ago?"

"You called me pretty yesterday."

"That's not what I cheesing asked, now is it?"

They seemed to glare at each other intently for a minute… but this was different than the previous glares. Neb didn't feel hateful or spiteful to Lizzie. He felt… like he was having fun for some reason. Hmph… fun. As if I can have fun with this cheesepuff, Neb thought to himself.

"I had a thought last night by the way," Lizzie was saying, snapping Neb from his thoughts. "Maybe the reason we didn't see the knight yesterday was because we were in a public area. Maybe we should go back into the woods, where we're alone. That way we can draw him out and get some more answers."

Neb thought that plan over and gave her a nod. "That's the least stupidest thing you have said the entire time I've known you," Neb grumbled. "So we walk aimlessly in the woods until we either get bored or we find the Black Knight. Or get lost and die, which is the option I favor."

"I live here in Wonderland," Lizzie reminded him. "We can't get lost here."

"Way to crush my hopes and dreams Queen of… Liz," Neb said, stopping mid-sentence.

Lizzie cocked her head to the side. "You didn't finish," Lizzie said. "You reverted to the other awful nickname I hate. Why?"

"It's shorter," Neb grumbled, tugging Lizzie forward so she followed him, much to her reluctance. "Let's get moving. I want to be far along in this chapter before the sun sets." Inside his head, he thought to himself, Why did I stop? I don't care about her. She's nothing to me. She can die alone for all I care. …Pfft. I don't even care if she dies. I don't give a cheese about her…

…so then why didn't I call her the Queen of Broken Hearts?

(Lizzie)

"You could slow down," Lizzie grumbled. Neb had dragged her into the forest they were in a few days prior. Neb was looking for the spot they were attacked while Lizzie stumbled after him. "I can't walk as fast as you can!"

"If I wasn't dragging your lazy #$% with me I could do this quicker," Neb muttered. "Why'd you have to go and cheesing cuff us?"

"I thought it was a good idea at the time!" Lizzie said, sighing in relief as Neb stopped. "Plus, I knew it might have killed you. I didn't really account for you not dying of anger, but that was my fault."

Neb grumbled something under his breath, quiet enough so Lizzie couldn't hear what he said. Finally, he said louder, "We'll rest for a second here. I'd ditch you, but since we're stuck, we might as well live with it."

"Thank you," Lizzie sighed gratefully. She sat on the ground and took a few deep breaths. Neb plopped onto the ground next to her on his back, looking up at the sky. Lizzie looked over at him curiously. He seemed… peaceful for some reason. "Hey Neb?" Lizzie asked him.

"Does it pertain to anything I care about? Knowing it's probably about you, the answer is no."

"Why do you seem calm right now?"

Neb opened his eyes slowly, surprised by the question. He didn't answer it for a moment… but then he said, "The clouds relax me." He didn't say anything else for another few moments. "I feel like I can risk a chance to just look at the sky right now. No one ever does that now a days. It's… my way of rationalizing in staying alive."

Lizzie nodded and then lied down on the ground too, looking up at the sky with Neb. Lizzie noticed Neb glance at her briefly, but then quickly looked back at the sky. The two didn't say anything for a while, just looking up into the vast blue sky.

"Why'd you call me pretty?"

Neb rolled his eyes. "I know your type. I don't do romantic stuff," Neb grumbled.

"Why'd you say it?"

Neb didn't answer.

"Neb…"

"Because you are!" Neb snapped. Neb glared at her for a moment and then sighed, shaking his head. "I may hate your cheesing guts, but that doesn't mean you aren't pretty."

Lizzie gave Neb a smile. "That's… really nice of you to say," Lizzie said.

"Don't get used to it."

"Well, well, well. My foe and the person who interferes," came a voice.

(Neb)

Neb and Lizzie both shot up in surprise. Standing in front of them was the Black Knight, his sword drawn and pointed right at Neb. "He'll sure pay me good for ending you."

"Again, a vague pronoun doesn't mean anything to me," Neb said flatly. "Who's he?"

"I'm afraid you already know who he is," the Black Knight chuckled. "You just don't remember him, do you?"

"Remember who?!"

"Enough of this. I'm going to kill one of you and make the other watch," the Black Knight said, waving his sword back and forth toward Lizzie and Neb. "But which of you will suffer more?"

"We wouldn't suffer," Lizzie muttered. "I hate him and he hates me. Why would we suffer if either one of us dies?"

The Black Knight stood silently for a moment… before laughing. "Oh, I see," the Black Knight said. "We were off. We're too early. You two… you two don't know each other yet, now do you?"

"She's a pain in the cheese," Neb grumbled.

"He's an idiot," Lizzie muttered.

The Black Knight laughed again, lowering his sword. "Oh, now that's interesting!" the Black Knight laughed. "Here we were thinking you two were already together! Oh well… good bye."

The Black Knight raised his sword and thrusted toward Neb. Neb rolled his eyes, knowing that the sword was probably going to kill him. However, Neb felt his hand raise upward. Neb looked over at Lizzie, who rose her hand up.

SMASH!

The sword landed on the chain of the handcuffs, shattering the chain holding them together. Lizzie rolled out of the way while the Black Knight faltered, surprised he missed his target. Neb, disappointed he didn't die, tumbled after Lizzie, following after her.

(Lizzie)

Neb and Lizzie had been running forward for a while, not daring to look back. The sun was starting to set, but the two didn't let that stop them. Lizzie was looking at a map inside her head, turning where they needed to turn. Finally, Lizzie sighed in relief when she spotted a cottage not too far ahead. Lizzie bolted for it, Neb grumbling as they did.

"Someone probably lives there Liz," Neb grumbled. "They won't let us in."

"You're right about one thing," Lizzie said, reaching the door. She promptly opened it, giving Neb a smirk. "Someone does live here. I do. Now get in here!"

Neb, annoyed Lizzie pulled a fast one on him, darted inside the house. Lizzie slammed the door and locked it, sighing in relief. "That should hold him," Lizzie breathed. "Doors in Wonderland work charms. They only open if the owner opens them unless the owner gives special permission."

"You make it sound like I care," Neb muttered. He was looking around the cottage, which was a simple little home. There was a green couch in the center, a kitchen in the back, and a small attack with a bed. Lizzie straightened herself while Neb looked around. "So the future Queen lives in a shack?"

"Cottage," Lizzie grumbled. "I… prefer not to live at home."

Neb raised an eyebrow, plopping himself on the couch, much to Lizzie's displeasure. "Why wouldn't you want to live there?" Neb asked. "More guards, less chance of death. On second thought, yeah, live here, you could die out here."

"Your care is so reassuring," Lizzie said flatly. "Look, the cuffs are gone. If you want, you can go do whatever. I don't really care."

Lizzie turned around and went to the ladder leading up to the attic. However, much to her surprise, a hand grabbed her shoulder. She didn't need to look to know Neb was standing there, looking at her… she didn't really know.

"You sleep. I'll make sure he doesn't get in," Neb said.

Lizzie didn't say anything for a moment. "I thought you didn't care about me," Lizzie said.

"I don't," Neb said flatly. "But… I don't hate you either. Have nightmares and all that cheese. I wish you die of fright."

Neb went back to the couch and Lizzie climbed up to her bed. She took Eizzil out of her pocket, who seemed to be waggling his eyebrows. Lizzie rolled her eyes and set the crab on her nightstand next to her queen sized bed. Lizzie jumped in and shut off the light. As she drifted off to sleep, there was a small smile on her face.

You don't hate me? Well guess what Neb?

I don't hate you either.

BN: OMC. Could it be… that Neb and Lizzie… are falling in love?! SQUEE! Or it could just be indigestion. Either one is entirely plausible. I hope you guys are enjoying this! I'm sorry of this fic is a little all over the place, but I do have a reason for doing what I'm doing. I hope you guys stick with this one until the end! Until then, byesies!

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