(Vicki's PoV)

She laid back in the tub, toying with the bar of soap idly, still wondering what she was going to do about Timmy's return. Actually, what she was thinking about most was about what his motives were. Yes, Timmy had forgiven her. Though she didn't know if he really did, she had caused him a lot of grief when he was younger. It could all just be a ploy to get back at her, and since she was vulnerable now maybe he decided it would be a good time to strike. She would do it, if the the roles were reversed.

The more she thought about it, the more she didn't think that it could be right. Timmy wasn't malicious, and he didn't lie. Okay everyone lied, but he never lied about the big things, and even before there were those several occasions where he had helped her out of a jam... if he had wanted revenge he could have had it many times before. She sighed, only able to think about one thing. If this was a trick, she'd just let it happen. She deserved it after all, and by letting it happen would be an apology in itself, though only she would know about it.

She pushed the thoughts out of her mind best she could as she decided to make use of the warm water while it was still warm. Once she was cleaned. Then when she heard the front door open and close, hearing Timmy saying he was home, she decided her bath was over... after a couple attempts, she realized as hard as it had been. Getting into the tub was the easy part, getting out was proving to be impossible.

"Vicki?" Timmy called from outside the door, she looked around for anything that could help her. Why hadn't hand rails been installed in this tub? Surely Mrs. Turner would have needed to get in and out... then again she had a husband that would help her.

"Yeah... I'm in the bath..." Her mind shot to one of the only options avaliable to her, to get herself out of this tub. "Uh... could you give Tootie a call and ask if she can come over?"

"Yeah." a few minutes passed, she assumed Timmy was texting her sister, hopefully Tootie could be quick so she didn't have to stay in the tub longer than she wanted. "Tootie is over at Chester's, with A.J. playing some game, she wanted to know if it could wait a couple hours?"

"I uh..." She had not choice, it was either wait in this tub, or ask Timmy to come in and help. The last option was something that she really really didn't want, for many reasons.

"Are you alright Vicki?" Timmy asked, obviously closer to the door. Well she didn't have much choice now, if she said she was alright, and that she could wait, he'd be curious why she was in the bath for hours. And it would lead to him not waiting for Tootie.

"I'm... well... I can't get out of the tub." Silence, that was either a good thing, or a bad thing. Well at least he wasn't laughing at her, that was at least a good thing. It had been a few minutes before the door opened, she tried to cover herself best she could. Then slowly Timmy appeared with something a shirt maybe tied around his face covering his eyes.

"Alright, I'm going to help you... I can't see, so you might have to help me, help you some" The fact he couldn't see was obvious, either that or he was acting pretty well.

"Okay take my hand," Vicki reach out her arm... only to realize her mistake... he couldn't actually see her hand, and instead grabbed... "Timmy..."

"What's this?"

"Not. My. Hand." She spaced the words out clearly as he jerked his hand back, as if she had burned him. Any other time she would have though it was cute at how fast his face turned red, now obvious what happened. "Here, hold out your hand."

Her grabbed his hand, and things went much easier. She wished she had thought about it sooner. Stupid... she should have known something like that would happen. At the same time she kept thinking that there was no way that she could have know. She pushed the thoughts out of her mind as she was not sitting on the edge of the tub, and able to grab the towel covering her front. She told him that she could manage the rest on her own, he left as quickly, yet as carefully as he could. Actually after being fondled, she hoped... if only slightly... that he'd run into the wall or the door, even if it was an accident.

Once the door closed she dried her self off and removed the bag, happy that her cast didn't get wet. Then she dressed and just sat in front of the door for a while, debating is she really wanted to go out there or not. Her stomach growled she she knew she lost this stand off as she made her way out of the bathroom, and into the living room.

"Hey I brought you lunch." With the exception of his still slightly pink face, there was no indication about what happened. If he was going to pretend it didn't happen, she would pretend too.

"Thanks." He handed her the styrofoam box. Eating meant no small talk, or talk of any kind. Though there was an awkward tension between them for the rest of the afternoon.

They watched a movie after diner and when it was over, there was still tension between them. She didn't expect that the tension would just be instantly gone. The fact remained in both of their minds what had happened, she just hoped that they'd get over it soon. She didn't like this silence. True she had been used to the quiet for many years. But her first day here was great, and the three days in the hospital leading up to it was awesome too. She felt alive with someone to talk to, even if it was Timmy... No. Because it was Timmy, she had wanted to apologize to him, she had wanted to see him again.

"Hey," Timmy stopped her when she was finished brushing her teeth, and was heading back to her room. One of the first things that he had said to her... that wasn't about the movie or diner.

"Hey." she answered wondering if this was going some where... Jeez, please don't want to talk about what happened, she thought, just let it go.

"I'm... going to be down here on the couch again, if you need me." Though he hadn't been on the couch last night, and she was sure that he was sore from sleeping the way he had last night. She hoped he wasn't lying about how comfortable the couch was.

(Timmy's PoV)

Timmy laid back on the couch and breathed out a sigh of relief, as he heard her bedroom door close. Most of the afternoon he had thought about what occurred in the bathroom. Then again, what boy wouldn't think about that, he'd actually... He shook his head trying to push the thoughts away about what he had touched inadvertently. Yeah it wasn't like he did it on purpose, and he was actually surprised what she hadn't killed him. The old Vicki would have been trying to figure out how to dig his grave from a wheelchair.

An hour later, he opened his eyes and just looked up at the ceiling. He couldn't sleep, and it wasn't just the accident that kept him up. He sat up and looked over to Vicki's room, the light under the door, told him that she wasn't sleeping either. He laid back down. He wondered what she was thinking about, what was keeping her up. Was she plotting her revenge... well she was sure that if she was, she'd wait until she was healed enough to return home, so at least he had some time until it all worked out.

He finally managed to get everything off his mind, and closed his eyes, and was just about to fall asleep when he heard something. He ignored it at first, his mind not really wanting to pay attention. Until something tapped his leg, and his eyes shot open and stared at Vicki, barely visible in the light coming from her room.

"You awake Timmy?" he sat up... he had just about fallen asleep, and she woke him up, what kind of cruel person was she. Maybe she was doing this because of the accident... well how could she have known that he was having issues going to sleep?

"Hmm," he wanted to pretend to be sleeping, but figured that she would just try harder. He sat up and looked over at her, just a long t-shirt that came down to her knees. Her hair, like normal covering her face and seemed more messy than usual, "Whatcha need?"

"Oh... I couldn't sleep, so... I came to see if you were awake and wanted to talk." She said, brushing some of the hair out of her face, maybe so she could see better in the dim light. She pushed herself out of the chair, and moved to the couch.

"Oh..." Talk? She wanted to talk, she didn't' sound too sure about herself, another trait that was proving very unique with this Vicki. This side of her seemed a lot more meek and timid than she used to be. What changed her in these last two years. Not that he was complaining this Vicki was a lot more tolerable. Honestly he liked being around her, and had hoped that she wouldn't heal very soon. No it wasn't nice to hope that, but once she was, she would go back to her home, which he was sure was what she wanted. "I guess, so what did you want to talk about?"

"Uh," she shrugged slightly, and sighed. He guessed either she didn't know what to say, or that she didn't know how to start what she wanted to say, which worried him. "I don't know really, I'm just... not tired."

"Oh well, um," The only thing that came to mind was what happened in the bathroom. Now he was thankful for the dim light in the room, and he hoped that it shaded his reddening face. "Well I went to the mall today, and hung around with my friends... well I sat with them for about fifteen minutes before A.J. And Tootie started arguing, like usual, then I left."

"They argue a lot?" Ever since Tootie had stopped chasing after him a couple of years ago, she started hanging around with him and his friends. At first it was alright, because Tootie was more meek than the others, and was worried about being tossed back out of the little group. But as time went on, while she wasn't mean like Vicki had been. She was assertive, and she didn't shy away from speaking her mind. So her and A.J, another strong willed person, clashed very often.

"Yeah, and when Chester starts too, I just sit there for a while. Or like today I just leave, took them a while to notice I was even gone." That fact just made him feel worse. That his friends hadn't even noticed his leaving, and that it started over him. He didn't like it, though he found it odd he was talking about it with Vicki. Who used to be the most confrontational person he knew. "I really don't like it, most of the time, I just don't meet up with them, or say I'm sick, or something."

Vicki was silent for a while. He wished he knew what was going through her mind. He didn't know why he wanted to know what was doing though her mind. He also wondered why he had been thinking about her lately, and even before the accident. Then again Tootie always brought her up. At first he had tried to pretend that he wasn't interested in listening about Vicki... but as time went on, he had started asking if anything had changed with her. Still it was odd to think of her as someone that wasn't mean. Something moving in front of his face caught his attention. Vicki's hand... "You zoned out on me... want me to..."

"No... it's fine. I was just thinking." He was thinking, and he just hoped that she didn't...

"Oh, anything important?" She asked... she had to ask.

"Not really..." It was the truth... he thought. He wasn't really sure if it was important or not. So he changed the subject, though she seems still curious about what he had been thinking, she went along with the subject change. They talked until she started to get tired, and they both went back to trying to go back to sleep. Luckily this time, it was much easier for him to fall asleep, he felt more relaxed.