(A/N: Thank you SOOOOOO MUCH CreativeWritingSoul - did I spell that right? - for responding! This chapter, however, I have rewritten about five times. I hope you like it! As for all of you! Thank you for reading my work - it means a lot to me. Sorry for taking so long to explain. I'll let you read now.)

Abbey turned a couple of knobs on the new machine as Heath walked in.

"What's up, Bominable? Literally, why is there this huge machine in the room?"

Abbey rolled her eyes. Was it not obvious enough? "It is time machine in which we are not allowed to use until I finish repairs. Will tell you when is ready to use."

Heath attempted to put two and two together. "So, what you're saying is that we have to try it out so we can see if it works."

Abbey kept her gaze at the keyboard. "Mhmm. But we will only go five minutes into the past. Do not want to get killed or change the future."

"Can we go a couple of years back? I kinda really need to fix something that I did before I joined the agency."

Abbey shrugged, a small frown forming on her face. "It depends on how works the first time."

"Okay, that's good enough for me. I just want things to go smooth so I can clear things up, y'know?"

"Yes, understand very much. What are you clearing up?"

"Oh, just some things with this girl from ninth grade."

"Oh...miss girl from high school. Do you...like... her?"

"Of course I do. I broke up with her right before I joined the agency and she still hasn't left my mind."

Abbey sighed, keeping business in front of feelings. "Then maybe it is meant to be...is it not?"

"I don't know. That's why I wanted to go back. So I could see if it is."

"Well...hope it is good for you two. The time machine is ready now. It is now time to try using it. Go inside, will be there in moment."

"Okay, see you three years from now."

Heath smirked at Abbey as he walked into the time machine, who faked a smile back. Abbey knew that hiring the awkward-but-cute guy was a stupid idea. Oh, well, she didn't need him anyway. But why did every time she and him met eyes, the amber color she could stare at all day, her heart would flutter. What had she done to herself?

After turning the last knob, Abbey opened her suitcase. She had one more dose of anti-love serum left, and she was supposed to use it for a good reason... but this situation seemed bad enough so Abbey put the needle against her arm, bracing herself for pain. She closed her eyes and...

"Abbey?!"

Abbey opened her eyes, seeing Heath with a worried expression on his face. If she was not going to be romantically involved with him, couldn't he just stay out of the way?

"Yes, Burns? And you forgot what call me during work hours. Should of never told you first name."

"Sorry, I was just wondering why you were about to inject yourself with something that for all I know could possibly kill you!"

Was he really that stupid? Didn't he know it was his fault? "Will not kill me, boy who all of a sudden seem to care. Do what want to do. You are not mother. In fact, I am older than you. So leave me alone."

"Why should I?"

"Because it is none of yak boy's business. Go back into the time machine."

"No."

"Now."

"I said no."

The anger bubbled up inside of Abbey and she froze the ground in front of him. "Well, said now. You listen to orders if like having paycheck. Now...go into the time machine."

"Fine."

Accepting defeat, Heath stepped back into the time machine, trying his best not to look back. He had thought things were actually going good between them. He could tell. Heath had always seen how she would check him out when he walked into the room. He could tell she had been less focused, also. And she wouldn't stop asking so many stupid questions!

All Heath had wanted to do was apologize to his ex-girlfriend for cheating on her. Maybe Abbey thought he wanted the girl back...that was a definite NO.

Keeping in his temptation to press every single flashy button, Heath walked out of the dreaded time machine and told Abbey he was headed for the bathroom. He didn't need to go, but something told him this was going to be a long trip into the past...

(So, what do you think? Yeah, it's a little crappy, considering I had so many tests today. But, good enough for me. And, yes, Creative - that's what I'll call you for short - I have attempted to use the skills you listed. At least one of them. I'm not super sure. I gotta go before my sister starts making me watch 'Tinkerbell: The Pirate Fairy' with her. R&R!)