Here it is another chapter, a bit earlier than usual because people wanted it and as a special present to Millie15. Happy Birthday to you! Hope you got what you really wanted!

Once rather convincing excuses had been made to different people at both Bradlington High and Segolia, the pair were free to continue their day.

"Hopefully nobody will start chasing after us now." Tim said putting the phone down

"I'm still not sure if Rhydian, Jana, Tom and Shannon will come after you."

"And what about Segolia, what if they come looking for you?"

"They won't find me, because I won't be where they expect me to be." She explained

"Oh really. Where will you be?" he asked, the playfulness returning

"Well I should be at home, considering that I'm too sick to even go to work." She countered "I shouldn't even be here. I should be at home, in bed, trying to recover."

Rebecca stood up to go but Tim pulled her back down onto the sofa

"I agree that you should be in bed recovering, but you're far too sick to drive home."

"You think so do you?"

"Oh, I know so."

"And do you think you have a solution to where I can sleep and recover from my illness?"

"I think I do." Without warning he picked her up "I don't think you'll get much sleep though."

With that he started up the stairs.

Later on, they lay in his bed. She slept with her head on his chest, and like he had done in the morning he watched her. He couldn't drag his eyes away from her. She really hadn't changed at all. At university they had little time together during the week. Each of them had different classes at different times and it was difficult to form a proper relationship. In the week they only had Thursday afternoons off, and sometimes one or both of them would be too busy with coursework. The weekends were the only real time they could see each other. Every Saturday and Sunday, without fail, they would take a trip in her car, to anywhere that they wanted. Anywhere that the road took them.

After university though they grew apart. She was always far too busy with her research and most of his time was consumed with looking for a school that needed most of his time was consumed with looking for a school that needed a history teacher. Their spark of love died.

Last year at the excavation of those bones was the first time they had met after university. He had felt awkward and he had sensed she felt the same but they had both said nothing. When Rebecca had accused Maddy and her family of being werewolves, he thought she really had lost it. She couldn't provide evidence so how could he have believed her? The stupid werewolf impression he had done when, he had taken her into his office and told her to stop following the kids, had truly been the icing on the cake of humiliation for him. He had made himself look like a complete idiot and probably made her hate him. He regretted it straight after he had done it. He had tried to apologise to her but she just walked away. When she got a new job with Segolia, he was happy for her. He might not have shown it but he was. The night of the meteorite shower, they had been cool towards each other, then after Rhydian and Jana had collapsed the ice had broken slightly and they seemed to be able to work together without the air of reservation.

He kissed her forehead softly as she woke up. She blinked a few times clearing the sleep from her eyes before settling back against his chest

"Have a nice sleep did you?"

"Have you been watching me again?"

"I was watching and thinking so you're only half right."

"Don't be cheeky."

"I'm not being cheeky I'm stating a fact."

"You with your facts. You're not teaching history now, are you?"

"No, I'm holding the woman I love in my arms. Is that alright?"

"Yes, its most alright." She looked up at him "Do you really love me?"

"Of course I do. Never doubt it, sweetheart."

"You've never called me that before."

"Do you not like it?"

"No I do, just came as a bit of a surprise that's all."

"Good surprise or bad surprise?"

"Definitely good surprise."

A short silence washed over them

"What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing really."

She looked at him sceptically

"It was nothing, really." He insisted

"Really nothing?"

"Not important, nothing."

"It might be important to me."

"How do you know?"

"Well I won't know until you tell me will I." she smiled at him with that smile that she knew he loved

"We're going round in circles now."

"I suppose you've got a point Mr History teacher."

"Is that my new name now?"

"Might be if you like it."

"To be honest I don't."

"Well it's better than 'little miss science pants'"

He stifled a laugh

"When did you get that name exactly?"

"Secondary school, because I was good at science and I enjoyed."

"What's wrong with enjoying the subject?"

"Not a lot of people liked it when they were younger. The teachers liked me. I thought I was an alright student. I got other little nicknames like geek and teachers pet. They were still in primary school though, so I didn't really mind them. When I went into Secondary I got 'little miss science pants' pinned on me. I made a few friends that tried to defend me but it never really worked. I was always close to the friends had at Secondary school. I still was, until my research led me to believe in werewolves."

Tim could see it still hurt her to talk about her younger school life.

"You've got me, now. At least I'll believe you and not call you silly childish names."

"Sweethearts alright, I think."

"I won't hesitate in future then."

She smiled and kissed him gently

"So what about you? Did you get any humiliating or childish nicknames when you were at school?"

"Well they were slightly better than Mr History teacher."

"I didn't have a lot of time to think about it properly. Give me a week I'll come up with a really good one."

He laughed at that. She certainly hadn't lost her sense of humour.

"In primary school, I was lucky. I had lots of friends, I was actually quite popular and I didn't get any silly nicknames. Well not ones that made me sound like a history obsessive."

"Oh? What did they make you sound like then?" she couldn't repress her smile

"I had rather a knack for comedy. I was basically a class clown."

"Mr History teacher was a class clown? I can't believe that."

"I was very good at telling jokes and playing tricks, thank you 'little miss science pants'." His tone showing he was slightly offended but she could tell he was joking

"Apologies. Back to your story then."

"I was class clown until Secondary school. Then people weren't so impressed and the teachers got more annoyed with me if I tried my tricks. So I started to work hard and I found, by chance, I was good at history but I got the nickname 'the old history swot."

"Did you buckle down and work though?"

"I did and my history teacher was mightily impressed. You'll never guess what his name was."

"What?"

"Mr Tudor."

"Really?"

"Really really. No joking allowed in his class."

"So did Mr Tudor inspire you to become a history teacher then?"

"No. I didn't want to become a teacher at first. I wanted to become a step up from that. I wanted to be a lecturer at a University. Mr Jameson, the lecturer at University told me I would be good at teaching history."

"Are you happy though, being a history teacher now?"

"I am. Are you happy being a scientific researcher?"

"I am, so I think we make a perfect pair."

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