I awake again, jolting in my bed. I look around with blurry eyes, holding my pounding head at the sudden movement of myself. "I…I'm not in my room." I whimper to myself as I look at the mess papers and whatnot covering the room floor. I'm in the doctor's room…..How queer. Why would he lay me in his room?

I lay back and on the bed and rub my head before I realize I'm in his bed. I purr slightly as I take a deep breath and inhale the doctor's scent;

Black tea, twindled hay oddly enough, cheap soap and a mix of dark must and….something.

I close my eyes as sleep calls to me. My heart pounds frantically in girly affection. 'Why would the doctor place me in his room? In his bed? Instead of my own….?' But the work! The doctor must've done it all by himself! I unwittingly spring out of bed, dispersing the papers around my feet as I rush out to the basement.

"Will Henry. How are you feeling?"

I yelp and screech to a stop in the kitchen, turning to face the doctor at the table. "I-I-I'm perfectly fine sir!" I manage to squeak out before clearing my throat. "Fine sir…I'm sorry about the fainting spell. I honestly don't know what happened…" I mumble, looking down to the floor.

"I might have an idea. Come here Will Henry."

I look back up at the doctor and watch as his eyes bore into me. "S…s-sir?" I squeak, gulping. "Here. Now." The command of his voice pulls my body and my body moves itself to stand directly in front of the doctor, only a foot away. I look down at the doctor, whose still seated in his seat. He takes my hand and pulls me forward and I stumble so, never to pull away. When'd he stand? Whenever it was, when I stumbled forward, I was caught on his chest. My heart races exceedingly and unhealthly I'm sure. My free hand, not in the doctors, clutches his shirt, mainly feeling on his chest. The heat from him is once again making me dizzy as well as the overwhelming smell of him.

Black tea, a type of must that cant ever be placed, tweed, sweat. My god his sweat smells heavenly!

My head lays on his chest and his heart beat is regular, if not a tad bit faster. Calm, stoic yet that small racing….Can I be doing that? Can my closeness drive him as his does me?

"Look."

I tilt my head up, flushed faced. He's holding my hand in the light, showing a small burn mark the back of my hand. I blink, still unsure and lost; An effect of the doctor still. "A….burn?" I unintelligently hum, the burn on my hand not fully registering, still an effect of the doctor.

"Yes; A burn. You mustve been very lightheaded to begin with." He lets go of me and I stand in place, dumbfounded as I swallow the bubble of air I've kept cooped up. "The burn isnt very serious thankfully." I nod, looking at my slightly burnt hand. "R-Right sir..." I nod again, the gears in my head turning once again. Silence again.

"I'm going to Emmanuel's tonight to get more information about the Diggers. I'd like you to-"

"Clean within the basement, the tools, the kitchen and clean the library as much as I can." I respond almost robotically, as if it was second nature for everyone. I look up at the Doctor and catch his eyes. His eyes makes my body become shell shocked. Their lighter then usual and though not accompined by a smile, his eyes do it all. With a dark smirk, he grabs his coat and hat and dashes out.

I shakingly sit at the table. "I'm honestly not sure how much of this I can take..." I speak aloud, my voice small and as shaky as my legs and hands. My heart is still racing. "The doctor is going to kill me if he continues having me at such close proxmity..." I cant but smile at the memory of his smell, of being so close to him. I quickly shake my head and stand, I wish I hadnt though, now my head is spinning. I brace myself against the table and steady myself, taking in deep breaths. "To work snap to Will Henry!" I tell myself and nod as well to myself, heading off to my duty's to clean this house.

DPOV

Sitting in Emmanuels house brings up lots of memories. Our frist find, the night he lost his wife, the night I lost my father. I shake my head as Emmanuel comes back with coffee and sits across in his other lavish red and gold trimmed arm chair. "You must have felt out of place at my home Emmanuel." I comment, smirking as I grab my coffee from the tray laying atop a wood table in the middle of us. "I rather the small old space you have. This house is sometimes to big for one alone." He smiles good naturely and sips at his coffee.

'No nicities. Straight to why I have come.'

I remember so, getting carried away by me and Emmanuel's usual friendly talk.

"Why did you lie?" Seems he knows just what I speak of. His eyes widen as he cast them away and his hands begin to shake slightly. "Wh-What d-"

"You know exactly what I mean. You didnt find that Digger in Italy, where did you find it?" I continue calm, though his playing stupid is irratating me. I do not deal with stupid people.

"I did! I found it-"

"Do not lie to me Norse!" I hiss, calling him by his last name as I often did when I began to lose my temper. "Where did you find it?" Emmanuel places his cup down and wipes his sweaty palms on his pants, dodging my question. "I-it is from Italy Pellinore..."

"But you did not find it there!" I bark, slamming my finished cup on the table. Emmanuel jumps and stutters, waving his hands about as he did when he became nervous or scared.

"I-I found it here! W-well not here, here..."

"Norse!"

"The river! I found it up the road in the river bank!" Emmanuel cries out weakly and I stand, grabbing my coat. "You lie to me again Emmanuel and youre through." I dont look back as I leave out into the warm spring night.

"Warmer then before." I hum to myself, removing my coat and holding it in my hand. I try to piece together how the Diggers would have traveled from Italy to here, though stranger things have happened but all I can think of is that Will Henry is home and that we will have to look deeper into this situtation. "Not again.." Some days I have wished I lived a less exciting and scientific life, Will Henry wouldnt be on the brink on death nearly every expedition. I sigh to myself in the silence of the small town. My heart begins to race and I try to control it, I've learned since being around Will Henry often does this to my heart. "This boy will be the death of me." I chuckle quietly, letting my guard slip. I quickly regain myself, looking around but find the streets empty. I walk home and open the door, spoting the spotless kitchen and hearing a low hum bounce off the walls of my home.

"Will Herny!" I call out, placing my coat on the coat rack. "In the library sir! One moment!" I smile warmly and decide to check on him, knowing a moment will probably more over. I walk into the library and watch Will Henry organize the books. The library is quite large but he seems to cleaned up almost everything, except my table full of maps and papers. "Leave that book on my table." I tell him, wiping the smile off my face as he jolts and almost drops his arm full of books.

"D-Doctor! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" he laughs and places the book on my table before continuing fixing the books. "Well that would've been most unfortunate." I reply, use to the sarcastic banter with the sixteen year old.

"Oh yes. Who would clean? Surely not you doctor." he snickers and I smirk. "Says whom Will Henry?" he lets out a faux gasp and turns to me smiling. "Would you? Oh how the worlds must collide that day!" he laughs and finishes up with the books.

"If you are finsihed with those, you may go to sleep. I'll be-"

"Here working." he finishes for me, as he most often did these day and nods. "Good night sir. Please remember to sleep." he bows slightly and heads to his room and I cant help but watch his brown tossled hair til he disappears.

"Dear gods.." I mumble to myself, smiling as I shake my head and start looking over my maps and books for clues of the Diggers.

A/N- Pellie is getting soft! Is it me or do you all think Emmanuel is hiding way more? Hmmmmm!

So sorry for how long this took! I'm sure that waiting for these are pretty fuckin upsetting but sorry! I'm uber busy and tons of idea's putting into place and stalking people hard goddamn work! Anywho, thank you for reading RRA if you'd like and continue to enjoy!