"Crane!" Eddie snapped, still holding onto me. "I thought I told you to lock her door!"

Jonathan Crane came out of a gaping hole in the wall out of the corner of my eye with his eyes narrowed.

"I did. It's not my fault your locks are so weak she could break them on the first try. And next time get a place that isn't so well ventilated for gods sake."

I looked between the two and noticed their lack of breathing protection.

"W-why isn't it affecting y-you?" I shuddered, rubbing my eyes with shaking hands. I flushed and tried to roll out of Edward's lap, but he held me there.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I think I'm getting some distance!" I was the one planning to be in control after all, but I didn't try again to move anyway.

Jonathan cleared his throat and started towards us. "The reason we aren't wearing any masks is because this particular strain of toxin was supposed to only affect female hormones."

I sat up straighter, my temper building along with my posture.

"And you thought you'd use me as a guinea pig?"

"We weren't expecting you to break your door open." Jonathan replied calmly. As he said this he pressed something behind his back making the wall slide shut. Did he think I was stupid?

"Whats in there?" I nodded to the wall over his shoulder.

Edward let go and helped me stand up.

"Nothing you need to worry about." he said, trying to block Jonathan and the wall.

"Don't you give me that!"

I saw the Scarecrow edge out the door behind Eddie and I shot him a glare to which he rolled his eyes to. It wasn't easy scaring the master of fear. I made a note to try harder sometime. No one made me see what I did and get away with it.

"I want to know whats behind that wall." I said, accentuating each word.

Eddie threw his hands up.

"It's just a lab! Not that exciting!"

"Why doesn't he have his own?"

"His warehouse is smaller than mine, why so quizzical today?"

"Do you have a problem with it?" I mimicked.

"Not as long as long as you're mimicking me and not some other guy." He grinned wolfishly.

I didn't think I would look at a male the same way again after this little whoop-Dee-doo. I glanced at the clock nervously, remembering my plan from this morning. I had to wait until night so I could leave him hanging.

"I'll do what I want." I said flippantly. I tossed my hair over my shoulder and strutted away.

"Well look who's all high and mighty after adhering to me like crazy glue."

"I had a moment, and it wasn't my fault." I sniffed.

"What did you see that had your hair on end like that?" He was turned away checking his computer, faking disinterest.

I flashed back to the experience and my arms that were crossed tightly around my torso went limp.

"N-nothing." I muttered softly.

"You will tell me." He said arrogantly.

"Oh will I? Try and make me!" He strode over but I put a hand out. "Not like that, there won't be any manipulating today." Except for you, I thought evilly.

"Is that supposed to stop me?"

I threw my hands up, a large smile on my face for some reason. "You pride yourself on being a gentleman! Why don't you live up to it for once?" Seeming to know just where to prod him, his face turned red.

"I am exactly what I say I am. I gentleman, suave, sophisticated and a genius of Eisenstein proportions. Maybe more when I try."

This guy had enough egotism to fill the continent of Africa and everyone in it. I let my eyes go half lidded and I crossed my arms again, my eyebrows shooting up.

"Do you expect applause?"

"Well some recognition wouldn't go unappreciated" He gave me the big puppy eyes.

Several people have tried to give me the puppy eyes before and it never seemed to affect me. This wasn't any different.

"You're supposed to be giving me this look right now that gives you everything you want, no?"

He nodded and stuck his lip out more sliding and arm around my waist.

"No dice." His pout turned into a grimace and he peeled off his mask.

"You annoy me." he stated.

"The feelings mutual." I spat.

- A FEW HOURS LATER-

I opened my door, the boredom finally getting to me. Eight o clock should be enough time, or it would have to be. My head was pounding hard enought to explode from the anticipation I was going through.

Pursing my lips, I spotted him propped up on the couch, biting on the end of a pencil apparently figuring a crossword. I thought through a quick prayer and sauntered over, sinking down in his lap.

"What the-"

"You want me to move? I said, warning interlacing my tones.

He shut up.

I laid my head on his chest and watched him finish the crossword with ease. It took about five minutes but I wasn't sure if he was showing off or not. I gritted my teeth, not from annoyance this time but with force. I had to hold back if he was to come to me. I felt his steady breathing on my cheek along with the steady thrumming of his heart. The ridiculous thought of 'These really are good shirts.' flashed into my brain. Like that's what I should be thinking of at a time like this. Anyone sane would be thinking of the warm feeling in their stomach or the pounding of his heart with mine. I hadn't looked up for the long time of ten minutes before I glanced up at him.

Of course he had fallen asleep. Just my luck.

I bit my tongue to keep from screaming in frustration and wriggled out from under his arm. Glancing back, I wanted to go wake him up the hard way (the hard way being kissing him to the point of drooling) but when my eyes were met with his sleeping lids, I saw the dark circles under them and took pity.

I lowered myself onto the bed and just sat there, lips pressed sideways in a grimace of disappointment for a few minutes.

Then I picked up a pillow, pressed it to my mouth and screamed like a banshee.