Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek Voyager, I do however own this plot and the original characters.

It was Thursday, and the third and last time that week she would once again be at a risk from her over eager roommates to prepare for her meeting with Icheb. Luckily, Naomi could sleep in tomorrow if she so chose to... though now that she was getting used to getting up that early, it might cause more harm than good if she suddenly stopped getting up early. Resigned to her fate, she went through her meticulous morning ritual and once more crept out of her dorm.

Somehow, after how weird it had been between them from the start of that week, Naomi felt like she should have hesitated leaving, and yet, there she was, still very much looking forward to seeing him again. She thought, as she made her way through the campus, of how they introduced each other. This was a reflection she had been making quite often, but it still puzzled her. Why did a simple hug between them feel so impossibly different this time around? And then seemingly innocent circumstances between them had been far more stimulating than they should have been. Naomi knew Icheb was still wondering why she had reacted so strongly to him the other day, but honestly she was trying to figure it out herself. It wasn't just that she found him very attractive, somehow it was more than that.

As she snuck out of the academy and down the streets on the familiar path, another thought occurred to her and she had to roll her eyes. This was starting to feel like some forbidden rendezvous. 'I really do have an over-active imagination...' Naomi scolded herself, though still slightly amused by her reflection. It was ridiculous to think of it that way. They weren't meeting as starcrossed lovers, their romance forbidden because of the positions they held! They were meeting as old chums, catching up and seeing how their dynamics have changed over the years, nothing more. Still, it was pretty funny if she really thought about it, though that could have been her still half-asleep fuzzy state of mind. No need to have such thoughts when she was trying to focus though.

The sky was downcast this time, no doubt a remnant from yesterday's sudden gray weather. She found Icheb seated at the same spot and went over to him. "Morning, Professor," she greeted with a tentative grin. They weren't completely alone at the diner that morning, though hopefully their meeting wouldn't seem too out of ordinary. Quite a few students met with their instructors for extra help, so this wasn't something that would attract attention.

Icheb raised a brow, wondering why she was being so formal. He then noticed the few students and professors quietly studying or having breakfast in a few corners of the café. How had he missed them? Clearly he hadn't been able to regain his senses quite yet. "Cadet Wildman," he greeted back, gesturing for her to sit.

Naomi hesitated before sitting. "You... mentioned you needed help with something yesterday?" she asked curiously once she was settled. So much for focusing. Alright, plan B! Pretending Icheb was the same scrawny, awkward, and naïve sixteen year old he had been on Voyager... or had it been fifteen? Icheb had looked so small in comparison to now that it was hard to remember sometimes.

Icheb thought about his question to her. While it wasn't a complete mystery, he was more curious to her reaction to his tale than her actual answer. He was a bit confused by the implications of the event, not having had that type of people approach him before until pretty recently. "Yes. A strange event to be sure. I have my theories as to why this may have happened, and I hope I'm wrong about it. Perhaps you can help me with something in a more linguistic capacity that has been happening to me a few times since our arrival on Earth?"

Alright, that sounded simple enough, Naomi could handle this. "Shoot."

Was she upset? "Pardon?" he questioned her. Wasn't that word often used instead of a more colorful curse?

Naomi smiled fondly, maybe he wasn't completely caught up after all. "It means go on."

"Ah, right, yes," Icheb fought off a frustrating blush of embarrassment, he knew that. Now he was just being an idiot. Recovering, he went on. "Many times recently I have had women of various ages... and states of dress... approach me and ask me to assimilate their bodies or for them to join my collective 'in more ways than one'." Icheb paused when Naomi choked. "Are you alright?" If his idea to what it could all mean was right, then her reaction was certainly interesting.

"Yeah, yes, I'm fine. Go on," she said with a blush of her own. Was he joking? How could he possibly miss what those women meant by that? Surely he wasn't that dense!

Deciding he may as well go on with it, he finished telling her his 'problem'. "I try to tell them I am no longer Borg but they just laugh... before they realize I'm being serious, then look uncomfortable, apologize and leave. It's pretty unsettling." Naomi was staring at him incredulously. "Care to tell me what you think about it?"

Naomi shook her head in disbelief, though she wasn't really all that surprised he was still innocent when it came to women, at least that type. "Icheb, you were being propositioned..." she informed him gently, trying not to all but laugh in his face, but really, it was kind of funny. Icheb looked almost defeated, embarrassed. Honestly though, she completely understood why he would react the way he did, even if he had had experiences before. Those women were vulgar in their come-ons. Poor Icheb was just too handsome for his own good.

Ah, so he was right. Icheb should have known those women were trying to seduce him. "Ohh... right," he sighed. Part of him had known what it was, but hoped he was misunderstanding them somehow. When he was younger he hadn't had that problem, mostly because people had thought he was too distant, too Borg, and stayed away. It wasn't until he started to relax and adapt to society that people started being friendlier, and girls started showing their interest in him. At first he hadn't known how to react to them.

Icheb thought of his brief experiences with Eshe at the academy; she had unintentionally taught him how to interact with people better. Eshe had also been the first one to introduce him to the more physical aspects of being romantically involved, to her great amusement and his embarrassment. Fortunately she had taken pity on him and set off to teach him. When they hadn't worked out together in the end, they remained friends in the academy but drifted apart later. Afterwards, he had a few other relationships, but they all seemed to be proper ladies, none of them as aggressive as those who approached him.

Naomi titled her head to the side in question. "You know what that means?" She asked this in surprise, not because she doubted him having the experience of a relationship, but surprised by how quickly he caught on.

Icheb shifted uncomfortably. "What?" he questioned.

"Being propositioned," she clarified carefully.

Icheb's eyebrow lifted. "Naomi Wildman," he stressed. "I have said it before and it seemed that I'll have to say it again. While sometimes it may not seem like it, I have been living here for 10 years, and I am a man," he said a bit dryly, giving her a look.

Oh, so his sarcastic side was still there! How fun, she could work with this. "So you know what that means then?" Naomi pressed again with a playful grin.

"Yes, Naomi, I know what that means," he shook his head, but still smiled at her patiently. "It's just, sometimes they can be... crude, confusing even," he shrugged.

Naomi smiled again, relaxing once more. This was more like it. Relaxed, playful, joking around like old old times. "I'm sorry for doubting you, but it certainly sounded like you wouldn't have had a clue. Also, Icheb, women are confusing as a whole, you should know that better than most," she grinned mischievously.

Icheb sat back and once more raised his brow. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Tom told me about the time you thought B'elanna was into you," she began, watching with interest as Icheb's eyes widened a fraction. "He told me how you broke up with her, thinking she was coming on to you and you thought that Tom had challenged you for the right as her mate," Naomi chuckled softly. Tom Paris had found out not long after the incident and thought it was hilarious. B'elana was quick to set her husband straight, but it had only been a matter of time before Tom's amusement slipped. He hadn't intentionally meant to tell Naomi that bit, but when she had at one point asked B'elana about boy troubles when she was younger, Tom had heard and teased his wife over her experience.

Icheb seemed to sink in his seat. "You know about that?" How embarrassing, that wasn't exactly a memory he liked to think back on. Back then he was naïve and jumpy at pretty much everything.

Naomi shrugged. "I'm resourceful."

"Evidently," Icheb smirked, relaxing when it seemed like Naomi wasn't going to continue to poke fun at him.

"Icheb," Naomi said soberly, giving him a calculated look. "I heard about your initial moments as a Borg a while ago, and I wanted to ask. Did you ask me to advise you because you feel you won't be able to control people without the help?"

Icheb shouldn't have been surprised by how adept Naomi Wildman was at reading people. Truthfully, it was his initial fear when he started at the Academy, but he hadn't thought of it in a while now. "Honestly, no, not as much as I thought," he told her. "Some things still perplex me, and sometimes a lot of people around me can get a little overwhelming, but..." he trailed off. "I guess you could say my first years at the academy sort of cured me from that."

"What was it like?" Naomi leaned in, resting her chin on her palms. She was loath to deny her recent discovery of her fascination with his voice. When he wasn't being technical and droning on over minute details, he really did have a soothing voice.

"To be honest, if it hadn't been for Q-Junior, I would have gotten into a lot of embarrassing situations," he smiled fondly. His smile slipped slightly when an audible POP was heard behind their table. Naomi blinked in surprise to see a strange boy appear literally out of nowhere.

"Someone call me?" Q2 grinned boyishly. "Whoa, what happened to you? You got so... adult!"

Naomi grinned, that was her initial thought of him too!

"People grow," Icheb responded tightly.

"Yeah but last time I saw you, Ichy, you were struggling to just get by on this planet," Q2 grinned.

"...Ichy?" Naomi questioned in surprised amusement.

Icheb actually blushed. Interesting. "...Q... what did I tell you about that nickname?" the ex-Borg all but growled. Naomi was beside herself with surprise. She had heard stories of this young Q's people 'terrorizing' their 'friends', but it was quite another thing witnessing it first hand, and on top of that riling up her normally reserved friend!

"Q's my fathers name," Q2 pulled a face.

"Ichy?" Naomi grinned again, favoring her amusement rather than increasing shock over Icheb's out of character behavior.

"Besides, there are no officers around here! Not unless the lovely Naomi Wildman is hiding something from you... well, aside from that," Q2 smirked mischievously. Naomi's amusement suddenly vanished and she tried to appear confused, though she kind of was anyway, but Icheb caught her sudden switch and frowned with suspicion once more, his earlier contemplation over her reactions returning to his mind. "And my goodness you certainly have grown lovely, little Naomi!" Q2 slid over to her booth and took her hand. Naomi grinned once again when the young 'man' lifted her hand in his and kissed her knuckles softly.

"Charming," Naomi smiled, lifting a delicate brow.

"Is there a specific reason for your visit, Q-Ball?" Icheb asked rather impatiently, suddenly uncomfortable for reasons beyond his understanding.

Or so he firmly told himself.

"Oh, touche!" Q2 grinned again. "I heard you talking about me and I thought I'd drop by and say hello!"

"Well you said it," Icheb lifted his own brow.

"Is he always this grumpy?" Q2 asked, directing the question at Naomi, her hand still secured in his.

"Only when he doesn't get what he wants," Naomi responded, very interested in the way her friend was acting. If she didn't know any better, she would say he was...

"It's alright Icheb, no shame in being jealous," Q2 said, as though reading her thoughts. Actually, he had probably done just that now that she thought of it. The Q-Continuum were a very mysterious people.

"I am not jealous," Icheb denied. "Naomi is my friend... but you have her hand hostage," he explained in a way that sounded a little lame to Naomi.

"That was lame, Ichy, even for you," Q2 chuckled. Yep, she was right. "Besides, the beautiful Naomi doesn't seem to mind, do you?" he asked with wagging brows.

"You're not hurting me so it's fine with me," Naomi shrugged. To her perpetual surprise, Icheb seemed to become more and more upset. She could tell because his jaw had tightened and his eyes had sharpened. Wow, was he actually jealous? The week was barely over since they met and he was already showing signs of... jealousy? She must have been reading into it though. Maybe he was jealous that his friend's attention was being taken? Must be it, or something similar at least. Either way, Q2 seemed to know exactly which buttons to push on the former Borg.

"In that case, if he's not jealous, and you're open to my advances, want to grab a bite to eat some time? A little date maybe?" Q2 suggested with a knowing grin.

Naomi glanced over at Icheb, who was trying his best not to seem interested in her response, or upset by the situation as a whole. So... he wanted to play it that way, did he? Naomi had a suspicion that maybe he was a little bit jealous, just a little. She couldn't begin to fathom why he would be, surely he didn't feel attracted to her? In any case, it might be interesting to see how this turned out. "You know what,-" she turned to Q2 with a conspiratorial smile, "-that sounds like a fantastic idea!"

"Excellent! Well, it's been fun! But I hear my dad calling me and I gotta leave before he catches up to me. See you around, Ichy, -amazing to officially meet you, Naomi Wildman!" He kissed her hand one more time before popping right out.

"Well that was interesting!" Naomi smiled. Her smile fell when she saw the almost betrayed look in his eyes. "Oh come on, Icheb, he was just messing around," she told him, trying to pacify him, but he had yet to regain his composure.

"I am aware," Icheb said curtly. The returned awkwardness between them made it two degrees warmer in the cafe, and they shifted uneasily in their seats. Icheb knew he was acting childish, but for reasons he couldn't explain right away, this event had grated on him more than he thought it would.

"...So um, let's forget about it for now, okay?" Naomi suggested, attempting to calm him down.

"Agreed," Icheb said simply, taking his coffee and sipping it, not looking her way. At that moment, Icheb seemed years younger than he was, back to his adolescence.

Naomi frowned at his reaction. 'He's being stubborn again...' she sighed inwardly. Boys. They could be such immature babies sometimes. "Anyway, was there more you needed help with?"

Naomi and Icheb ate while talking about the finer points in relating with a greater number of people and at the same time, Icheb let Naomi exercise her skills on a few Astrometrics problems he had prepared for her. He was impressed by how quickly she caught on, and teased her about taking over the class. Naomi had quickly countered that he shouldn't challenge her like that, she just might. They had leaned in a bit close to each other for a moment without noticing it, but when they did they quickly move back, unsettled by the almost physical pull they had between them. It took them a few minutes, but they resumed a more professional attitude with each other. Throughout the meal they settled down a bit more, until it was time to return to class once more.

As they finished up and paid for the meal, there was a long pause. Icheb smiled, fleetingly placed his hands behind him, his unconscious nervous tic evidently. "We should head back now," he said quietly. And just like that, the bizarre almost tangible strain between them returned.

Back in class, Naomi sat at her desk, getting suspicious looks from her friends once more as Icheb began to teach. She was just starting to focus on his words rather than the sound of his voice when she was startled by a beep on her PADD. She turned the volume off and glanced down to see a message. It was from Hannah, the inevitable question of why she and Icheb had been coming in to class together the past few mornings. Naomi knew she couldn't avoid telling them why she would be escaping every other morning to meet with her professor, so she decided she would tell them what they needed to know, hoping that they would remain tactful while class was going on. The audible squeak from Hannah made Naomi almost regret telling her anything. All she said was that she agreed to help him with work if he agreed to challenge her a bit more with classwork. It wasn't like she divulged any taboos or anything.

T'Chea, who sat next her their roommate, rolled her eyes at Hannah's needless over-exuberance. She was a bit disappointed that Naomi didn't reveal any more of the nature of their meeting, but would figure it out eventually... or Naomi would confide in them. Either way, she'd get her answers. Sending a message back, she told Naomi that he seemed to be doing that sort of thing only with her, she had read his file- yeah, she was a Romulan and sneaky- and read that he had kept mostly to himself, not letting people get too close. Naomi was the exception. For added effect, T'Chea mentioned he seemed to have eyes only for her. Naomi, as predicted, told her she was imagining things and to let her concentrate on the class.

Naomi shifted in her seat, trying not to let T'Chea's words get to her. It reminded her of her reflection that Icheb might possibly be attached to her, probably more than he should be. Yeah, Icheb was a reclusive person, but he had friends! ...Well, at any rate, they had been friends before, so sure, it was only natural they would gravitate toward each other now. Despite Naomi's attempts to remain calm and dismiss T'Chea's assumptions, the past days events and her... alarming feelings that were starting to become obvious to her, left the girl unusually distracted during the whole class.

Afterwards, Naomi was once again stopped by Icheb's quiet call. She turned and found him standing by his desk, hands behind his back, head tilted to the side slightly. Uh oh, she recognized that look. "Yes?" she asked politely, feeling the need to escape and clear her mind increase. He had his inquisition expression firmly in place.

"You've been very distracted during class. Is there something wrong?" he asked curiously. Naomi was normally very attentive to his words, knowing how seriously she took Starfleet Academy, so often times she would be typing her notes down, completely involved in her studies and glance up at him often to fully absorb what he was teaching. Today though, she hadn't looked up at him at any point and hadn't seemed to be taking many notes at all. "Maybe something to do with the other day?" He added gently. Things had been odd earlier today, with the whole Q2 fiasco, but that level of awkwardness between them was beginning to be normal. Her reaction this time was a little stronger. What could have been on her mind to distract her so?

Naomi rolled her eyes inwardly. He certainly was a persistent bastard, and entirely too observant for his own good. "No," Naomi shook her head and smiled wanly. "It wasn't... that. My friends were just teasing me. It won't happen again," she assured him with conviction.

Icheb remained silent for a moment, as though wanting to question her further but keeping it to himself for once. "I see," he said simply.

"If that's all, I'll be off to my next classes now, okay?" When she received a nod she turned to leave once more. "I'll see you around, Sir." Icheb smiled a little at her playful tone and watched her go. Somehow, he didn't quite believe that her distraction was solely caused by her friend. He had the ability to check the computers and see what the messages were if he chose to, but he didn't want to invade her privacy. He would have to get his answers from her himself, when the opportunity presented itself.

Later that night, Naomi had declined going to dinner with her friends, not having the appetite for gossip and rumors that evening. Instead, she decided to go on a walk to clear her mind. Maybe some time to herself would help her bring rationality back to her troubled thoughts. The evening was just getting dark and the stars were all out, the clouds having moved on. Seeing them shining bright in the sky reminded her of flying through space and it brought a smile to her face. As she walked the wonderfully cared for campus, she happened upon an annoyingly familiar face. It seemed she was destined to always run into him, always find him, always be drawn to him, whether she wanted to or not.

Icheb sat on one of the benches, his attention directed to the stars as well, a little old-fashion booklet and ink pen rested in his hands. "Icheb," she greeted and he blinked in surprise, understandably not expecting to see her there too. "What do you have there?" she asked curiously.

"Naomi Wildman," he greeted back and gestured for her to sit. "It's a gift from the Captain," Icheb explained. They both knew which Captain he referred to; Kathryn would always be their Captain. "I was stargazing and writing down the constellations I learned about. Care to join me?"

Naomi thought for a little bit, slightly wary of him and his incessant need to get answers. Not to mention the alarming frequency of 'incidents' that were happening between them. Fortunately, he didn't seem to be in the questioning mood though. "Sure, why not?" Naomi smiled and hesitated before sitting next to him.

Before she could stop him, Icheb began to lecture her on each constellations visible in the sky so far. It was actually pretty interesting to Naomi, never having made the time to actually learn of the stars, their names, origins, or history before. As she sat and listened- or half listened, she was captivated by the soothingly low tenor of his soft voice. Before she knew it, she was being nudged awake. To her horror, she had fallen asleep against his arm. Icheb looked down at her with an amused and affectionate gaze. A very subtle troubled looked had quickly crossed his eyes, but it was gone in a second. She might have imagined it. "Sorry!" Naomi pulled back quickly, trying to discreetly make sure she had not drooled on him.

"It's quite alright," he smiled. "You were only asleep for a few minutes. You seemed stressed today so I didn't have the heart to disturb you. However, this... or rather, I am not the best place to fall asleep on." Icheb had intended to sound sarcastic, playful, but his choice of words and the fact that things were... strained between them, didn't help at all.

Naomi stared at him for a second, doing everything in her power not to let the unbidden images Icheb had inspired from that simple seemingly innocent statement run rampantly across her mind. So much for picturing him like the way he had been in the past, there went that image. "Right..." It seemed he had caught on with what he had said as well, if his sudden aversion of his gaze on her and jaw setting were any indication. "Thanks," she said softly.

"You're welcome," he returned in much the same tone. They remained silent a moment, not knowing how to fix the strange strain between them this time. Things were getting complicated, far too easily than it should have been. Why was that?

"Hey-uh, if I'm going to fall asleep on anything, or anyone, I might as well do it in my own bed, right?" Naomi joked weakly, standing and brushing her uniform from the invisible dust to distract herself.

"Good night, Naomi," Icheb murmured lightly.

Naomi turned from him, hiding her pained expression of her confusion with herself, her reactions, and their stressful situation in general. This really sucked, they were friends who hadn't seen each other in years, and suddenly they could barely stand to be in the same vicinity! "Good night, Icheb," she responded quietly before heading home. Icheb sat on the bench, his eyes returning to the stars, silently questioning the heavens.

Taking a breath to calm herself, Naomi entered her dorm to find T'Chea on the armchair, reading a book on her PADD, Hannah nowhere to be found. "Hey," she greeted her roommate.

"Hi," T'Chea answered with a smile, before returning to her book.

"Hannah?" Naomi asked as she set to prepare a calming cup of tea.

"She said that she was going to meet up with Kav'ain and play pool... or go to the pool to play, not really sure what it is I heard, don't want to know really," T'Chea shook her head.

"Oh! You guys know Kav'ain?" Naomi set her cup on the small counter and waited for the water to heat.

"Sure we do. Hannah and him have been dancing around each other since last year."

"Wait, Hannah is in her second term?"

"No. Unfortunately, she decided her grades were not perfect enough and stayed back to redo them." T'Chea shrugged and went back to her book when Naomi said no more.

'Well, good for them anyway,' Naomi smiled, glad her friends at least had each other. "What about you? What's your story?"

"Oh, it is nothing special, not like yours. My father was a scientist aboard a science vessel while my mother and myself were both on Romulus. I think something happened to my father, he made contact with Starfleet when he was still young and they made an impression on him. When he returned, he told me of his tale, of how he communicated with Starfleet humans of the future, and it inspired me to find out more. My experiences led me here, so here I am."

Naomi thought for a moment, finding that story oddly familiar. "Did you ever find out who those time travelers were?"

"No, and my father did not wish to speak too much of it. Most Romulans have a low respect for Starfleet and even less for people who believe in time travel. I did not wish to upset my father."

"Shame," Naomi shrugged.

After she had her tea with her and sat down, T'Chea asked if Naomi had a nice walk and Naomi, without giving anything away, let her know that she did. She even sat and stargazed on the beautiful campus benches. "Alone?" T'Chea smiled.

"Maybe, maybe not. Either way, it was a nice night," Naomi said enigmatically, obviously not wanting to say more about it.

"I see." T'Chea was silent then, observing her friend for a moment. She noticed that the girl was distracted and not in the mood for teasing, so the Romulan tactfully remained silent. Whatever was going through Naomi's mind, it made her sit at the table, quietly sipping her tea while staring into space. Had what she mentioned to her really gotten to her?

"I'm going to bed," Naomi told her after a bit, before T'Chea could bring up their earlier messaging during class. She did not need to talk about that now!

Thankfully, T'Chea didn't bring it up. "Is the light going to bother you?" she asked, ready to turn the lamp over the armchair off.

"No, that's okay, I can fall asleep pretty easily," Naomi assured her, rinsing her cup in the sink. 'Apparently very easily...' she thought wryly.

"I'm just about done with this chapter anyway; I'll turn the light off in a few minutes."

"Sounds perfect," Naomi nodded and got herself ready for bed. When she finished her nightly routine, the lights were off. She smiled, feeling blessed at having such considerate people for roommates and got into bed. As she settled, her mind went back to that night's event. Naomi had listened to Icheb explain the origin of each constellation, the rumble in his voice soft and inviting. She had been taken back to years ago when he would give her lessons. Often times he tended to go overboard and say too much on a subject, sometimes to her confusion or limited patience at the time, but one thing had always remained true. Naomi loved Icheb's voice.

This time, she had been able to keep up with his lesson, had found it very interesting. She had only meant to close her eyes to concentrate better, to try and not notice how he seemed to lean into her as he pointed out a star, how the smell of him made her dizzy, or how his body heat wrapped around her like a cloak. Naomi knew her current feelings for him were mostly recent, knew full well she had not thought of him the way she now was in the past, even during that five year reunion.

But how could she not? Icheb was beyond easy on the eyes, he was tall, strong, intelligent, and unreasonably sweet. Icheb had shown her to be playful and witty, had shown her to be understanding and accepting. Above all, it was plain to see that he didn't think of her the same way he had in the past. There was no brotherly love coming from him. Icheb saw her as she had hoped he would, but the very fact that he was looking at her a woman and not a girl or even as his student made her shift a little.

Icheb was treating her very differently than he treated anyone else, particularly other women, and to her horror she was responding to it. She was fully aware that she was reacting naturally to him, knew she shouldn't let it get to her. But... it still didn't make having that rational knowledge any easier on her. She couldn't allow herself to fall for him. She was a lowly cadet, and he was an instructor, ready for his second deep-space mission. It was unrealistic, unethical, unpractical, and just... plain weird! Any yet, knowing this, seeing the logic in it, didn't quiet the alarmingly increasing stirring deep in her heart. How would she be able to survive Starfleet Academy with Icheb irritatingly stuck in her head? Naomi hoped it was just a crush and it would go away, too much was riding on her focus for some boy to make her lose her way!

TBC...

End A/N: For those of you who don't know, Eshe was a character from the Star Trek novel Homecoming by Christie Golden and Icheb's "love interest" there. They had an interesting dynamic, but I decided against giving her too big of a role here besides a brief mention. I took some artistic liberties with her lol. Does anyone recognize T'Chea's story? A delicious cookie for you if you do!