Aurora stood on the side of the road, with Philip's arm around her, while Belle and Adam finished talking to the police. She couldn't believe what she just witnessed. It had happened so fast, but at the same time everything had seemed to be moving in slow motion. She glanced down at Philip's watch. School would be starting in fifteen minutes. Aurora sighed; she didn't really feel up to going to school this morning. How could she? Her best friend had almost died in a fire. Aurora had never been so scared in her life. She didn't know what she would do if she had lost Belle.

After the police pulled away, Aurora and Philip walked over to Belle and Adam. They all stood silently, none of them making a move towards Philip's car.

"I don't want to go to school," Belle said, quietly.

"Me either," Aurora said.

Adam and Philip nodded in agreement.

"Why don't we go to my house?" Aurora offered. "My parents won't be home from work 'till later."

The four of them got into the car and Philip drove to Aurora's house. Aurora let Belle and Adam take showers and Belle borrowed some clean clothes. Then they all gathered in Aurora's living room. Adam was sitting on the la-z-boy with Belle curled up in his lap like a child. Aurora and Philip were stretched out on the couch.

"Did you tell the police that your dad was the one who started the fire?" Philip asked.

Adam shook his head. "No."

"Why not?" Aurora asked in surprise.

"I'm only seventeen; if they arrested my dad they'd remove me and I would have to live in a foster home," Adam replied.

"What about your mom?" Aurora asked.

"My mom is a druggie. They would never give her custody," Adam said.

"Adam, this is serious," Philip said. "Your dad tried to kill you. You have to turn him in. Whatever foster family you end up with can't be worse than what you have to deal with now."

"Philip's right," Aurora agreed.

"It's irrelevant," Adam said. "We don't have any proof that he did it. They wouldn't be able to charge him with anything."

"We have to do something," Belle said.

XXX

Rapunzel stared at the clock hanging on the hallway wall. The bell would be ringing in only a couple minutes. She decided now was the time to talk to Flynn, before she lost her nerve. She hurried over to his locker. He was just closing it and getting ready to go to class.

"Hey, babe," Flynn greeted when Rapunzel came up to him.

"Flynn, we need to talk," Rapunzel said. "I don't know what's going on, but things have been... awkward between us since we..." She lowered her voice. "...slept together. Are you having regrets?"

Flynn actually looked relieved. "No! I thought you were."

Rapunzel relaxed a little. "No, I'm not."

Flynn leaned back against his locker. "I honestly thought you were wishing you hadn't done it and maybe started having second thoughts about being with me."

"No way! Why would you think that?" Rapunzel asked.

"I don't know. I guess I thought maybe you were... disappointed."

Rapunzel smiled at him. "Definitely not."

Rapunzel stood in front of Flynn and leaned in to give him a kiss. He dropped his backpack and wrapped his arms around her. Rapunzel's heart started racing and her mind wandered back to that night in the cabin. It was the only time they had slept together, but she had been thinking about it a lot and wanted to do it again. It was more romantic and passionate than she thought it would be and she wanted to feel that way again.

Too bad she was grounded.

"Ahem."

Startled, Rapunzel and Flynn pulled apart. Miss Kida was standing in front of them with a binder clutched to her chest and her hand on her hip.

"The bell rang," Miss Kida said.

It was then that Rapunzel realized they were the only ones in the hallway.

"Sorry, Miss Kida," Rapunzel said.

Miss Kida smiled at them. "It's all right. I remember what it's like to be young and in love." She opened her binder and pulled out a couple passes and signed them. She handed them to Flynn and Rapunzel.

"Don't make this a habit. Now, get to class."

XXX

Pocahontas poked at her salad for a few minutes, before sliding it away from her. John had her on an emotional roller coaster lately and she hadn't been able to eat anything. She could kind of understand why he was upset with her, but she didn't understand what had happened in the janitor's closet a couple days ago.

"You need to eat something."

Pocahontas looked up to see John standing next to the table.

"I'm not hungry," Pocahontas muttered.

John sat down across from her and pushed her salad back in front of her. Pocahontas just stared at it.

"You're so stubborn," John said.

"You're one to talk."

John sighed. "I know."

Pocahontas rested her chin in her hand. "I guess Thomas and Meg got back together."

John frowned. "Yeah."

Pocahontas watched him, waiting for him to say something else, but he didn't. She cleared her throat. "I would think that would mute our argument."

"You weren't on my side when I needed you," John said, flatly.

Pocahontas couldn't help but smile a little. "John, we're rarely on the same side."

John fought the urge to smile back at her, but he cracked. "You're right."

"I'm always right," Pocahontas said.

John laughed. "No, you're not. However, you were right about not getting involved in the situation with Thomas and Meg. I get so caught up in trying to protect him that I forget he's capable of taking care of himself."

"Obviously. Did you hear about what he did to Hercules?"

John nodded. "Yeah, that was pretty impressive."

"Yeah."

"Pocahontas, I'm sorry for the way I've been acting."

"It's all right."

"No it's not," John said. "If you had been acting like that towards me, I probably would have broken up with you. But, you didn't; you stayed by me. I didn't deserve that, but I'm grateful for it."

Pocahontas smiled at him. "John, we may not always be on the same side, but we're still a team and I'll always be there for you."