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IN ICE'S HOSPITABLE ROOM…

It took awhile for Ice to get the foggiest idea were he was, fortunately for him Sven happen to be discussing something with a doctor and explained what happen. Now he was waiting in the plain white room. Then the door open and Cynthia stepped in.

"Cynthia!" He said loud as his voice would permit.

"Ice," She walked over to his bed, and sat by him.

"Are you and Snow okay?" Ice asked.

"I should be asking that of you," She looked in to his blue eyes. Then Sven cleared his throat.

"Remember, broken pelvis bone," They blushed and Sven tipped his hat.

"He's has a point," Ice muttered.

"Doesn't he always?" Cynthia rolled. "So are you okay?"

"A few broken bones, and massive wounds," He wince as her hand brush over them. "But I'm completely fine." He smiled at her. They sat in silence then Cynthia broke it.

"Thank you."

"For what?" Ice cocked his head.

"Coming back," Cynthia told him.

"We seal the deal, remember?" Ice remind her.

"Oh did we?" Cynthia grab his chin, careful not the disturb a bandage on his cheek. "How did we do that, exactly?" She leaned closer to Ice, and tenderly pull his chin up.

"I could show you, if you want," Ice offered. Cynthia didn't bother answering. They kissed until they both needed air.

"Oh, I remember now," Cynthia released his chin. "Thank you."

"Anytime," He assured her.

"Are you so sure you can keep that promise?" Cynthia somberly asked. He sighed she had a point. After he was healed enough, they both knew, he would have to be sentencing for his crimes.

"Anytime, between now and then," Ice guaranteed.

"That's better," She lean down and brushed her lips on his forehead. They sat in quiet again, each debate whether or not to ask one of the unspoken questions. Finally, Ice knew what had to be asked for his own peace--or not--of mind.

"Is She unhappy about me?" Ice looked away to hide he worried eyes.

"No, in fact she happy about know," Cynthia had asked her that earlier, and she didn't really mind much, amazingly. Ice sighed in relief. He turn back and met Cynthia's eyes. He could tell she wanted to asked the other unspoken question.

"I don't know what the Judge will do," Ice sighed. "I don't know." Cynthia sigh herself and then remembered something else.

"Why didn't you use Persian?" She softly hit the top of his head.

"Um," He flinched from the gentle hit. "I think I forgot I had him with me, since I haven't carry a poke`ball around for so long…"

"I see," She understood. "You stupid, idiotic--"

"Don't forget sick," Ice cut in.

"Right, You sick, stupid, idiotic, wonderful noob." She lean down and kissed him. "One of these days I'm got to give my mother the curse out of her life."

"I'll help you," Ice smirked. "I know a lot of…inserting words." They chuckled at the thought.

"That reminds me," She recalled.

"What?"

"Thanks for defending this pathetic sap's honor," Cynthia grinned at his surprised.

"Who…?" Ice blinked.

"Who else?" Cynthia muttered, and leaned down and plant a kiss on him.

"It seems my sweet-talking worked wonders," He chortled. Cynthia rolled her eyes.

"It's work since the day we met," Cynthia patted his spiky hair. "You pushy noob."

Pushy noob, the first thing Cynthia had ever said to him, and it fit, counting they met while waiting in line.

"I still wish I could thank whoever pushed me," Ice sighed. "Oh well."

"You still going with that someone pushed you thing?" Cynthia said.

"Well someone did," Ice crossed his arms, then winced. "Ow. Not a good idea." He uncrossed them.

"Are you alright?"

"Stupid Metal Claw," Ice looked down at the bandages the cover his chest.

"That must have hurt," Cynthia looked at the bandages as well.

"Oh no, you should try it sometime," Ice wittily remarked. "It's the hit solid rock that hurts." Cynthia rolled her eyes and softly flicked the bandage on his cheek.

"That's a cheat shot," Ice rubbed his cheek.

"If you want I can step on your foot again," She proposed.

"Don't you dare," Ice glared. "I'll scream bloody murder."

"Hee-Hee, No you wouldn't," Ice snapped his fingers in defend but cringed; they still hurt from hitting the Infernape's palm. "Stop hurting yourself."

"Then you have to stop killing my pride," Ice defend himself.

"Man Pride," Cynthia will never understand it.