Timmy and Vicki carefully made their way back down into the hotel. They had enjoyed a few minutes of peaceful bliss. Vicki had relaxed so much on his back that Timmy feared she had fallen asleep. As he began making his descent, he felt her grip him tighter and knew he was wrong. So he carefully hoisted her higher up his back and stopped only once he reached the bottom to grab her shoes.

Making their way back into the room, the two began talking. Timmy found himself doing something he had rarely remembered ever doing with Vicki before: laughing. With a smile, Timmy carefully sat on the edge of the bed so Vicki could get off. When he was close enough, he released her legs and went to stand up.

Apparently Vicki had other plans.

As Timmy went to stand, he expected Vicki's arms to release his neck. When they did not, he suddenly found himself off balance and he tumbled backwards. In his ungraceful collapse, he landed on top of Vicki. He tensed for a moment, half expecting her to hit him for falling on top of her. So he was surprised when he heard her laughing instead.

"Just wait here Timothy. I was enjoying being on your back."

Timmy felt a grin creep across his own face and simply settled back. The two lay like that for a moment before Timmy thought he should get them back on track. He cleared his throat.

"Well Miss Valentine, while I am thoroughly enjoying being choked by you." He paused for effect as Vicki smacked his shoulder. "Perhaps we should get up and get ready for the show tonight?" Vicki began pushing him off of her.

"Well if someone wasn't trying to crush me, I'd already be ready."

"Well then let me help you up!"

Timmy jumped to his feet and before Vicki could react had pulled her swiftly and gently off of the bed and into a hug. It was quick, nearly unexpected, and the two gasped at the sudden closeness of their faces. Timmy was thoroughly enjoying himself and in that instant, he was scared he had done something to upset Vicki. But the grin she was trying to keep from creeping onto her face told him otherwise. The accompanying blush with it made Timmy's heart flutter.

"Mmmmm, well perhaps I should just…ummm…go…" Vicki somewhat mumbled as she pulled back from the hug. The pulling apart was long and drawn out, neither of them seeming to want to let it end. As their hands were all that was left touching, they both stopped to stare. Then they dropped their grip. And Vicki became her aggressive self once more.

"Ok, well I am claiming the bathroom to get ready. I want to surprise you, so no peeking till I am ready Mr Tee." Timmy grinned at the short red-head.

"As you wish Victoria. I will just be bored over here in the corner as I get ready myself."

So Timmy slumped over to the closet to grab his own outfit. He had grabbed what he felt would be a good look and stick to his unique nature. It was a corduroy jacket with elbow patches, pants to match, a white shirt, suspenders, and a bowtie. In short, Timmy looked like a college professor from the 1950s. He really didn't want to fall into the same categories as everyone else and with this look he would certainly stand out among the rest in their tuxes and dresses. The biggest trick would be he wouldn't be able to play while wearing the jacket. Not that it mattered. The suspenders still allowed him that classic look. He could almost have passed for Buddy Holly with his glasses.

So Timmy settled down on the edge of the bed to wait. He had slipped on his shoes already and was just waiting. He had ordered some stuff and that should be delivered shortly, but for the time being he would wait. He didn't want to practice, but he couldn't help his mind wandering to music. And soon he found himself humming that tune, the soothing bittersweet one which had been haunting him for the past few weeks which he could not find the words for.

Timmy was lost in his own mind when he heard a knock at the door. He rushed over, paid the delivery man, and stashed the deliveries behind the pillow on the bed. Then he settled back on the bed to wait again, losing himself in the tune.

As he heard the bathroom door creak open, Timmy jumped back to full awareness, forgetting the tune as he watched Vicki enter the room. Were it physically possible, his jaw would have dropped straight through the floor. She was stunning.

"Well?" She asked.

Wearing a deep red ball gown with a low cut back, the dress fit her each and every curve to perfection. With the heels Vicki had selected, she stood right around 5'5" and had a body which guys would drool over. But Timmy wasn't caught there. It certainly caught his eye, but he was focused more on the rest of the woman.

Timmy was lost in how her hair framed her face and cascaded down her shoulder. He was busy admiring her soft pale cheeks and full eyelashes. His attention was drawn, as he often found it to be with Vicki, to her bright pink eyes.

And all he could do was stare.

This was apparently not the reaction Vicki had been hoping for. Vicki stood, shifting her weight uncomfortably for a moment before him. Just as she couldn't take anymore, turning to run back into the bathroom, Timmy strode across the room to take her in his arms.

"You are the definition of Beauty, my dear Miss Valentine. The moon would envy you and the Sun could never shine as bright." He paused, letting a playful grin appear on his face. "But something is missing…hmmmm…" Then he turned and began searching through drawers. He had waited to turn away from her just long enough to see the look of concern grace her face. Timmy made a big show of searching everywhere before returning to the bed to pull out the package.

"Ah here we are!"

Vicki's eyes went wide with shock as Timmy opened the package for her. Inside was the most perfect diamond necklace and earrings she had ever seen. All Vicki could do was stare at them.

"For me?"

"Naturally."

"Oh."

"May I?" Timmy gestured. Vicki nodded her agreement and Timmy carefully lifted the necklace and draped it gently around Vicki's neck and collar bone. It fell perfectly into the cut of the dress. Vicki then went to put on the earrings. As she did, she turned to admire herself in the mirror.

"Gorgeous." Vicki jumped a bit at the sound of Timmy's voice beside her. She hadn't seen his reflection in the mirror and probably wouldn't have noticed anyway since she was so entranced by the jewels.

"Yes, they are. Thank you so much." She turned, grasping Timmy's hand and smiling. Timmy, for his part, just smiled back. He lifted her hand gracefully to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on it.

"I wasn't talking about the jewelry, Victoria."

Timmy appreciated the rising blush which was making its presence known on Vicki's face. He knew he was having an effect on her and it only seemed fair since he desperately wanted to have the same effect on her that she had on him. Standing there staring, the two came closer and closer together, drawing toward the inevitable kiss….

….Till the phone rang. The two jumped as the magic of the moment was broken. Clearing his throat and unsure of what else to do, Timmy looked down at his feet. Vicki ventured an answer for him instead.

"Perhaps you should…..answer that?"

"What? Oh, yes. I probably should. Thank you."

With that, Timmy moved over and lifted the phone off of the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Mr. Tee?"

"This is him."

"Your car is waiting, sir."

"Thank you."

As Timmy hung up the phone, he let out a bit of a sigh. Then he turned and smiled over at Vicki.

"That was the front desk. The car is here."

"Oh." Vicki suddenly looked small and terrified. Timmy strolled over and carefully took her arm in his. As he did, she pressed close to him and clung as if her life depended on it. Timmy smiled and gently placed a kiss to her temple.

"Don't worry dear, you will be fine." He patted the back of her hand reassuringly before opening the door.

Ready or not, here they went. Show time!