Some filler that serves two purposes:

Firstly, To get this story back into Ellie's POV, where it belongs (most of the time.)

Secondly, I re-read the story and realized there aren't a whole lot of clues to this Emma thing and it's not incredibly fair to ask you all to guess when there aren't clues. So, at the bottom of this post there are 2 clues.

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"We HAVE to check this out."

"No. I'm not getting my fortune told by some topless chick just because she's hot"

"You take objection to naked ladies? Since when? Come on, Sean. It's 20 bucks."

"She's hot. That doesn't mean she's psychic. It's a waste of money."

"So you think someone else has more potential to be psychic if she's a little uglier? That's called sexism Cameron. I never thought you for a bigot."

"Well I am…that's me…total bastard without a cause. I hate pretty girls, children, and puppies."

"Wait…are you calling me ugly? Cause, I mean, you liked me and Emma enough to go road tripping…"

"I was just in it for the look on Craig's face."

"I knew it!"

"Ellie, give it up. I'm not going into Chez Shady-as-hell."

"What if she's really psychic and she can tell you how happy you'll end up?"

"If I'm going to end up happily-ever-after, then I want it to be a surprise…no point in wasting away waiting on my happy ending. And, if I'm not going to be happy? Well, I don't want to give up my hope. Fortune tellers aren't my thing."

"Then just come in for moral support. I've never had my fortune told by a topless chick before."

"You really want to do this? I mean? Really?"

"Well, I'm only KINDA sure…I think one more really might take away the urge all together."

"You're not cute."

"Steal that line from Craig?"

There's a thin line between good-natured jokes and…not. I guess I just crossed it if the way his body stiffens at my words. But he recovers nicely, "Yet another on the long list of things I've swiped from right under his nose. I use it better…it should be mine."

I arched my eyebrow, "Again, like so many things on that list."

He rewarded my efforts with a laugh, "I'm telling him you said that."

"Good…he doesn't hate me nearly enough already."

"He doesn't hate you at all. He loves you. He's dancing down the street with a cloud at his feet."

"Seriously, Sean? You know the lyrics to That's Amore?"

"Everyone does."

"Yeah, like, the first two lines about pizza. But that's some obscure third verse. Admit it, you're a closet rat pack freak."

"Well, I'm not. But…I picked up a few things with you in the house."

"Is that were all my Frank Sinatra CDs w—"

I was cut off abruptly by my phone's shrill ring. He nodded at me to answer it and when I did, Craig's panicked voice sounded in my ear. "Um…HELLO to you, too."

"Eleanor Nash," he muttered cutting off my protests, "Why is Emma being ADMITTED?"

"Admitted? For overnight care? Did something go wrong with the tests? Are her electrolytes normal?" My own tone rose to match his, "Is there a Doctor near you? Is something talking?"

"No, no one is talking. I'm waiting for her to settle into the room. I just. I thought that maybe you knew what was going on."

"You thought that maybe I knew and failed to mention it? Seriously, Craig? Are we twelve."

"Well, I'm not. But you still seem to be holding some grudges."

I breathed deeply and rolled my eyes. That wasn't even worth responding to, "I'm going to call Jay. She may not have pulled us into the loop but I doubt she's seeking help without consulting her husband."

"I'll call him."

"No. Craig. It's fine."

"What? I can't call? I was in his wedding party…we've met."

"You were in EMMA'S wedding party. There's a difference."

"Not enough of one. We get along. I promised him I'd look out for her. So, here we go, right. Me making good on the promises."

"Fine. But you have to tell me whatever you find out."

"Of course…God, Elle…when have I ever kept secrets from you?"

"Pretty little fork in the road. One path is all the horror stories, every time you said, "Baby, I'm gonna leave her." And the other is simply hanging up and rushing back to those bitchy nurses."

"Guess I'll see you soon."

"Yeah," she scoffed before I heard the dial tone. When had he kept secrets from me? In Sean's words: Really? He was serious with that question. Our entire relationship was a secret. Not to mention the number of times he promised me there were no drugs. "Are secrets still secrets when they become lies?"

"What? What happened?"

"Never mind the Craig drama. Emma's been admitted to the hospital."

"For what?"

"No one seems to know."

"Let's get back then. We can visit your topless psychic another day." He guided me back to the car and even went as far to open my door for me before heading over to the driver's seat.

"Sean," I asked once we were out on the road.

"Yeah, Ellie?"

"Nothing. I just…thank you, for being who you are. Even after…everything."

He looked taken aback, like he wasn't sure what to say, "Yeah…um. You're welcome."

Okay, now for the fun part:

1----It has something to do with Emma's quiet silences. In fact, re-reading chapter 10 is a pretty safe bet.

2 -----Craig is going to be soooooo pissed Emma never told him. I guess that's not really a clue but. Oh, fine…

3 ----Jay nodded slowly,"I saw this coming when we found out we were pregnant." In fact, he can't believe he let this happen. Again. (A/N: isn't it adorable the way Jay says "We're pregnant" I mean…could you get any cuter?)

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I'll accept more than one guess from everyone. And I'm really glad you are all enjoying the game.