"I still don't understand what happened…" Timmy could hear the frustration dripping in Vicki's voice. She wasn't used to losing bets. Of course Timmy almost felt bad because he had kind of cheated….KIND of.

"What do you mean Victoria?"

"I mean between you and my….Miss Jones."

It had been a few days since the date with Tootie. Vicki had not set him up on any dates since, leading Timmy to believe she wasn't sure of anyone else who could work. He had to give her credit, 9 women in just over two weeks was quite an effort. Unfortunately for her, it had fallen against Timmy's love for the one women she hadn't seemed to think of setting him up on a date with.

"Well, Miss Jones…Tootie, she is a lovely woman." His calling her Tootie seemed to shock Vicki who froze. The two were sitting on the couch in Timmy's living room. Tomorrow they would be flying out to LA for the show and Vicki was her to make good on her bet. Little did she know all Timmy had in store for her.

"So then what went wrong?" Apparently Vicki's shock had worn off quickly, or else the thought of being Timmy's date was too much and distracted her.

"Wrong? Nothing was wrong. She was gorgeous, smart, and personable. We had a great time, laughing late into the night. She slept over and I had the chance to enjoy some of her incredible cooking."

"So then how did I lose this bet?" Timmy heard a hint of sadness in Vicki's voice and wasn't sure if it was in regards to having lost or the thought that she might have won and not been here with him right now.

"Plain and simple, my dear Victoria. She heard some of my songs. I've written a few new ones and she heard one. She was the first person to hear it and it made her decide we would be best as friends."

"And you were ok with that?"

"Yes."

"Well what song? Can I hear it?"

"Why would you want to hear it?" Timmy felt himself tense at the thought of Vicki hearing these songs about her. Maybe she wouldn't know, but did he really want to take that chance? Not just yet…

"Because I am still going to help you find love, Timothy. Maybe hearing that would help me understand you better." Timmy let out a sigh. He knew Vicki would not let this go for anything.

"You will hear it, I promise." Vicki suddenly jumped up and grabbed his arm. Her stare was far more intense than he could remember.

"But when?"

"When I unveil it at the show." Wait, what? That wasn't what he had meant to say. The song wasn't ready. He couldn't play it there. Oh no…what had he just gotten himself into….

"Oh…not before then?"

"No. I made the mistake, yet had the good fortune of playing it for your sister before then, but no one else will hear it before I get on stage." He saw Vicki's eyes go wide…why?

"How did you know she was my sister?"

'Oh shit' Timmy thought. He tried to make up for it.

"Ummm, she mentioned it after drinking for a bit." Yeah, that seemed reasonable. Maybe Vicki would buy it. Her staring at him though led him to believe she wouldn't. It was as if she was staring straight into his soul. He gulped down air, hoping she couldn't see the nervous tension rising in his chest. After a very tense minute, she relented.

"Ah. She wasn't supposed to tell you that. I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For setting you up with my sister. Match Maker 101, don't involve family." Here Timmy let out a great laugh which resulted in him getting smacked on the arm by Vicki.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Victoria, there is nothing to apologize for. Tootie was an amazing date and really is a wonderful woman. She and I are going to hang out and hopefully be friends. But I didn't think I could love her…and she was the one who pointed it out to me."

Vicki stared at him, then looked down at her hands. The two sat there in an awkward silence for a few minutes before she looked back at him. Timmy noticed tears starting to form in her eyes, though he had no idea why.

"Why couldn't you love her, Timothy?" Timmy just stared. Losing himself in her pink eyes, he was ready to give in. As he opened his mouth to comment, there was a knock at the door.

"Yo, Tee, Victoria, you two in there?"

Snapping out of their intense moment, Timmy jumped up and ran to the door. Vicki followed close behind, wiping down her eyes. As they reached the door, Timmy opened the door to find Chase standing there smiling. The smile left his eyes when he saw Vicki's red eyes and he almost offered a glare at Timmy. But Chase hid his emotions well and barged into the house. As Vicki went back to sit on the couch, Timmy whispered in Chase's ear.

"I didn't do anything, I promise."

"Then why was she crying?" Chase whispered back harshly.

"Because she wants to know why I can't love her sister and I'm not ready to tell her just yet."

Chase seemed to drop the matter with that. He also lightened up toward Timmy again, back to his usual laughing and joking self. As they went and sat in the living room with Vicki, Timmy remembered he needed to update Chase.

"Oh yeah, Chase." He waited for his manager to acknowledge him. "I was just telling Vicki and I figure it would be important for the second person to know to be my manager, but I am going to do one of my new songs tomorrow." Chase raised an eyebrow.

"Which one?"

"You know the one I'm calling Sweetest Dreams?" Chase's eyes went wide, but he kept his composure.

"I think so."

"That one."

"You sure?" Timmy stopped and glanced over at Vicki who was suddenly giving him a smile. Or maybe a smirk. With her, you could never really tell…and Timmy loved it. He turned back to Chase, smiling.

"Absolutely!"

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"I can't believe you!"

Timmy and Vicki were boarding their plane. Timmy preferred to travel coach, but on certain occasions, it was beneficial to be able to charter a private plane. And after the shopping trip with Vicki was one of those times. They had gone out and started at some small stores of Vicki's choosing. Timmy just wanted her to be happy in whatever she chose. Chase had other plans and after about two hours, dragged both Timmy and Vicki off to a few top end shops. The price tags skyrocketed and Timmy saw Vicki's discomfort as they entered. So he had offered to buy her a few, that way she could decide later. When she had argued about not being a charity case, Timmy suggested she let him as a way of saying sorry for having cost her the bet. She looked as if she had wanted to ask questions there, but let it go. And they had spent the rest of the day looking at and trying on dresses. Finally Vicki had settled on about 4 choices and said she was going to surprise him with which one she would wear to the show. Then came shoe shopping the next morning which was even more of a nightmare. When all was said and done, their chartered jet was going to have to push it to get them to LA in time.

"What can't you believe, Miss Valentine?" Timmy offered a playful tone in his voice and hoped Vicki caught it. She still seemed on edge about him spending so much money on her. Timmy personally didn't care. He had far more than enough and spent very little himself. One benefit of how he had grown up, he didn't really need much stuff. He immediately felt bad after asking his question because Vicki seemed to shrink back into her chair.

"Because you shouldn't be spending money on me like this."

"Why not? You are an amazing woman and deserve every bit of it and more."

"Thank you Timm-othy. Almost no one has ever been this nice to me" Here her characteristic over confidant grin returned before Timmy could dwell on what she had said or that she had almost said Timmy again. "But hey, a girl could get used to all of this." Here she winked at him and Timmy, as Tiberius Tee, winked right back.

"Well feel free to, Victoria. For the weekend, you are my date and I appreciate being able to treat my dates well." He stopped and looked over at her, carefully taking her hand in his. "If they let me, that is."

Vicki let out what almost sounded like a nervous schoolgirl giggle. "Timothy, if I didn't know better I would say you were trying to seduce me."

Timmy leaned back, letting his own cocky grin cover his face. It was going to be a long, but good weekend…he hoped.

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Upon entering the hotel, Chase jumped over to grab Timmy.

"We might have a bit of a problem pal."

"Whats up Chase?" Chase looked nervously at him. Vicki was clutching his arm. It was her first visit to LA and she was nervous about the entire experience already.

"Well…ummm…see, the suite we were supposed to have, well it isn't available. They have one room, and only has one bed. I'm taking one down the street…" He paused to gage their reaction before going on. Before he even said anything, Timmy felt Vicki's arm tighten on his.

"Chase, it is fine. I trust Timothy. One bed is no problem whatsoever." Timmy felt a smile creeping into his cheeks. He should have known today would be busy, but it made him smile to think she was ok with that.

"You heard the woman, Chase. We're going to head up so we can get ready."

"Alright, the car will pick you two up at 6, have you at the carpet by 7. Show starts at 8 and you are on stage at 9."

Timmy nodded. As Chase strolled away, Timmy turned to look at Vicki.

"Look, if you are uncomfortable with this, we really can find another hotel." She stared right back at him.

"No, its fine. Besides, if I know anything about you, I know you chose this hotel for a reason. I would hate to mess that up." Timmy let out a laugh and led her up to the room. As they began unpacking their stuff, he stopped for a moment. As he did, Vicki noticed and came over placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Anything wrong?" Timmy let out a sigh.

"Victoria, you were right. I do come here for a reason." He stopped, looked over and took her hand. "Care to see why?" Without even a second thought, Timmy saw Vicki give him a reassuring nod.

He held on to her hand and ran out of the door. As they came to the elevator, Vicki slowed down. She assumed they were going to be getting on it. Timmy, on the other hand, kept right on going. As he reached the stairs, Vicki stopped him. As he looked at her, she pointed down to her high heeled shoes.

"Timothy, I can't do stair in these."

"So take them off."

"I'm not walking barefoot down stairs." Timmy looked and noticed that she was wearing pants. Well perhaps that would work to his advantage right now. He turned his back to her.

"Take off your shoes and climb on my back."

"Timothy!" He looked back at her, his blue eyes intense. He felt her fading under their pressure.

"Trust me?" He offered it in an almost pleading voice. And Vicki relented. She slipped off her shoes and he carefully slipped her onto his back. "Besides, who said anything about going down stairs?"

"But we're on the top floor!"

"Yes indeed." And Timmy began climbing the ladder marked for roof access. As he reached it, he carefully unlocked it with a key the hotel had given him. His first few visits he'd had to sneak up here, but over the past year the hotel had given him a personal key. It probably helped that he was a half owner, but that is a story for a different time. Once the door was unlocked, he glanced over his shoulder at Vicki.

"Are you ready?" She just nodded and buried her head in his shoulder.

And Timmy pushed his way up onto the roof. As he came to stand up there, he noticed Vicki still had her face buried in the back of his shoulder. He carefully nudged her with his elbow, careful not to loosen his grip at all. He heard her mumble into his shoulder.

"I'm afraid of heights you jerk."

"I won't let go."

"That doesn't matter."

"Victoria…..Miss Valentine….Vicki." He whispered the last one. He hoped it was just quiet enough for her to hear but not notice. Apparently it did the trick. Vicki's face shot up, her eyes wide open. But before she could say anything, her breath caught in her throat at the sight before her. It was gorgeous.

"Wow."

"I hope this isn't too scary."

"No, its fine." She sighed, settling back onto his back as she took in the view. "Besides, I trust you. Just don't let me go."

"Never." Timmy whispered it to himself, yet out loud. And he knew he meant it.