A/N: Hello, all who read this! My purpose for this story is the how they ended up together. So I want to flush out their characters and give them reasons to do whatever they end up doing. To do so, I might have to defile cannon (As little as I possibly can). I really hope I can accomplish what I'm trying to do. Which is to make an enjoyable story which requires as little of your suspended disbelieve as possible.

She's been in there for awhile should I go check on her?

How'd this happen? Really? Why do I suck at life so much? Flaky thought despairingly. For she accidentally locked herself in the bathroom. She sank to the floor with her back to door, placed her head on her knees and wept.

It's been too long. Something might've happened. Flippy decided, losing the argument he was holding with himself, to check on his guest. Whom had gone to the restroom fifteen minutes ago.

He knocked lightly at the door and called "Hey, kiddo?" No response.

"Are you okay?" Still no response.

Truly concerned now, his voice became frantic "Hey, I'm going to open the door now!"

Using his shoulder to force the door open after finding it locked didn't seem unreasonable to Flippy at that moment. However, manhandling the door that Flaky was propped against didn't work out in her favor, knocking her fully to floor.

Not that she noticed, as she was unconscious at the time.

Flaky woke up staring at unfamiliar ceiling.

...? What?

In a bed. That wasn't hers. Her body felt so tired.

Did that guy…. Did that guy drug me?

Tear sprang to her eyes threatening over run her face at the mere thought.

I thought he was nice. What's gonna happen to me?

Flippy walked in bowl and a face cloth just in time to see her start hyperventilation.

He rushed to her, setting the bowl of cold water down, speaking as he soaked the cloth in the bowl "Hey, kiddo. Calm down for minute. I'll explain everything, but first you need to breathe. In. Out. Focus. In. Out. Good. Now that we've got enough oxygen in you, I'll tell what happened." Flippy reached out his hand to place the wet towel on Flaky's forehead. She flinched at his touch.

Okay, so she's still freaked out.

Flippy sat down in The Chair he had put by the bed. On the first night he simply took a chair out of the kitchen. Later that morning, he regretted it. Soon after, he replaced it with The Chair. He decided if this was going to last more than a day or two it required his vigilance. And his vigilance required The Chair in all its glory. Few the past few days, he'd practically been living in said chair. Not that he would tell her.

It might scare her to know I sat her to watch her sleep. It sounds creepy. It would've been creepy if she was well.

"After you left for the bathroom, you didn't come back. I went to check on you. I knocked, no answer. Repeated said process. Decided to bust down the door. Ya see, there are no windows in my bathroom, so you couldn't have left. I just thought something was wrong. As a result I no longer have a functional bathroom door. "

"I'm sorry." she offered weakly.

I guess I passed out or something. I'm glad he's not a bad guy.

"Ah, I never really cared for that door anyway. It was too," he trailed off "too doorish" Flippy finished lamely, unable to come with some kind of shortcoming for the now crippled door. In all truthfulness, he kind of liked that door.

Oh, well. I can fix it. Letting his gaze rest on the small redheaded creature before him he thought It's a lot harder to fix people.

"Turns out I was right about something being wrong." Flippy resumed informing Flaky what had happened after she went out of commission "I checked you for a fever. You, my friend, are very lucky that I found you when I did, and that I had basic medic training. You collapsed from fatigue. Believe it or not you've spent the past few days fazing in and out of consciousness."

His tale told, Flippy paused to see how she was taking the news of her semi-coma state of mind. When he saw the look of faint confusion he asked "Are you feeling any better?"

"Yes, thank you. But…"

"Yes? What is it, kiddo?"

"Why didn't you take me to a doctor? I'm-I'm not really your problem, you know? So, why?"

Flippy guffawed loudly and shortly after apologized. "I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you, I swear!" He paused to trying to get the laugh out of his words "It's just that the local, and only doctor here, to put it nicely, is a complete moron! I wouldn't trust him with a stranger's life! And I happen to like you more than a stranger. Please believe when I say if I thought going to that quack would helped, I'd have done it"

A small "Oh." was the only reply.

Absorbing all this is enough for one night, I should let her sleep.

"One more question." she said meekly as he stood up to leave, or so she thought.

I knew it! She stutters less, when she's calmer.

"Yeah? Do ya need somethin', kiddo?" he prompted.

"Whose bed is this?"

"Yours, for now." He ruffled her hair and pushed it back as he took the cloth from her forehead, soaking it once more. Reapplying it shortly after "Get some rest, kiddo. Now that you're back in the game, I'm going to be asking you a lot of questions tomorrow."

"Okay."

He left the door slightly ajar, not wanting to have to break another door to later on, in case something happened, then made his way down the hall to the room parallel to the one Flaky was staying in.

That's fair enough, more than fair, really. After all he's done so much for me. Even if he doesn't feel like this is special treatment, I owe him. Maybe I can fix that door….

Thoughts and images of doors and nonsensical power tools were the last things floating through her head as she reentered the world of sleep.

Well, that wasn't so bad. She took that fact that she'd been in and out of it for days fairly well. Maybe tomorrow she'll be up and about. If she is then maybe I can fix that door….

Nonsensical images of doors and hinges floated into Flippy's dreams.