A/N: whoohoo. Another chapter up! Man im on a roll!

When I woke up a few hours later, my whole body ached but I still felt like something was off. I mean, besides the fact that I was asleep sitting up and I was not at my house.

I leaned my head down again, then brought it up quickly. I looked to my left. Cooper was sound asleep. I nudged him slightly.

"Coop?"

He twitched a little in his sleep, then stirred. He opened one eye first, something I curiously found adorable.

"Hey," he said sleepily. "What time is it?" he looked around curiously.

"I have no idea," I sighed. "I wish I were dead."

"No you don't," he replied reasonably. "Pete's just a loser."

"You think?"

"I know. He's stupid to let a woman like you go." I smiled grimly at him.

"He can't let me go if he never had me," I replied

"Oh, he had you. And I think he still does." Cooper stood up and left, leaving his inhaler on the desk, just in case.

I stood up, and immediately fell down. My legs were completely weak. I guess running ten blocks will do that to you.

"You ok?" Pete had come into the office, watching me concernedly.

"Fine," I said, pushing myself upright and collapsed onto the couch again. I groaned and closed my eyes.

"You know, if your legs hurt, I have this herbal salve that –"

"That's ok," I said, turning the opposite way. "I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"If you say fine one more time, then I'll –"

"Pete," I pleaded, "Can you just go away, please?" A tear leaked out from the corner of my eye.

Pete sat next to me. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" I turned to face him pathetically. I knew I looked like a dead animal, but I didn't care.

"Sorry for standing you up, sorry for helping you with cop guy even though I didn't like him, sorry for sabotaging you with cop guy, sorry for making such a stupid comment at lunch, and sorry for not telling you the truth." He took a deep breath.

"When didn't you tell me the truth?" I asked, already afraid of the answer.

He looked down. "I cant tell you yet."

"Why not?"

"I just can't. Just that…I'm sorry I was an idiot."

"Well, fine then." I went to stand up, momentarily forgetting I had no strength in my legs. I ended up collapsing again, conveniently, on Pete's lap.

"Welcome back."

"Shut up," I moved to get up, but he wrapped his arms around my waist. He moved me to the right and stood up. He bent to pick me up. I pushed his arms away.

"Why are you touching me?"

"Now you shut up," he reached and lifted me easily into his arms.

I tried to kick, but seeing as I didn't have any leg power, my legs just twitched. Then I got his by excruciating pain. I moaned and laid my head on Pete's shoulder, forgetting for a second who it was.

He carried me to his office and laid me down on the acupuncture table that I had become so familiar with last time I was here. He rummaged around on the shelves and pulled down a purple jar.

I was wearing a skirt, and now I was regretting it. Pete opened up the jar and started rubbing the peppermint smelling concoction on my calf. Amazingly, it felt good.

I had to keep telling myself that it was the medicine, not the incredibly looking guy currently working his was up my leg.

He moved my skirt up a little and slowly worked it up a little more. And a little more. I would have stopped him, but I was having some serious problems thinking straight. My whole body felt heated, and my tummy was buzzing contentedly.

I sighed and closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes, he was pulling my skirt back down and was lifting my shirt so he could put some of the peppermint stuff on my stomach. How did he know my stomach muscles hurt too?

"When you cry a lot, then your stomach hurts," he explained, as though reading my mind.

I closed my eyes again. When he pulled my shirt down again, I opened my eyes and sat up. He was watching me curiously.

"What?"

He moved to my side and touched my cheek. He moved my hair away from my face and looked into my eyes. I leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. When I pulled away, his eyes were still closed. I smiled.

Cop guy, little did we know, had seen all of this from the window.

"I'm still mad at you," I told Pete smugly

"I know," he ran his fingers through my hair. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."