Hey guys! God I'm exhausted. Anyone have any ideas of how to tell your parents that you have insomnia and haven't told them about it for like 5 months and have just suffered? One of my friends is going to make sure I tell them, and I have an irrational fear that they will be mad. Oh well, I'll figure something out(I hope). I don't know what to think about this chapter. You should tell me what you think instead. I'm sorry guys, but I think I'm going to be updating every other day this week. There is just way to much to do. I've got a huge long haul swim meet and test after test after test. Anyway, let me know what you think. I will update again Wednesday. Love you all,

-Aislin

She of course did not make a big deal about him leaving. He was going to some sort of shrink convention, and he'd be back in a few days. She isn't the type to be so clingy that she won't let a guy do what he wants. Besides, she was happy to have the house to herself for a few days. She could finally get some work done without interruption.

"See ya," She shouted as he moved towards the door to leave.

"Oh yes, I'll miss you too, Happy," He had replied sarcastically. "It's good to know how much you love me."

"Bye," She dismissed. She even started to push him out the door for good measure.

"Happy, I know you're going to miss me but you don't need to make such a big deal out of it," He laughed dramatically. "Seriously though," He started before she could push him out the door. "I'm going to miss you."

"I know," She informed him. "Anyway, bye!" He quickly kissed her before leaving the house and Happy behind for the entire weekend. Since they became a couple, he hadn't willingly left her for more than 24 hours, so this was new for them. Happy wasn't worried.

When he boarded the plane, he was slightly worried about leaving Happy. He wasn't worried about her safety. God knows Happy could take care of herself. He had seen her beat up guys nearly three times her size without so much as breaking a sweat.

He smiled thinking about her temper. How often he had had been injured in it's wake no one knew. Walter used to think it was silly how willing he was to take a beating at her hands, and Toby used to often question whether or not her violence was a sign that she didn't like him. But he now understood her violence was her way of showing either extreme emotion she could feel towards another person.

Either way he was worried about leaving her. Even though she had agreed to marry him(something he still couldn't quite believe), he was secretly scared that she wouldn't care at all he was gone. This was irrational, and he knew it, but we all have stupid fears.

She found it hard to fall asleep that night. She felt cold and her brain refused to shut up. As it turns out, Toby is the human equivalent of a space heater. With him by her side, she was guaranteed a good night's sleep. But he was gone tonight. There was no one next to her to calm her down if she had a nightmare or, worse, a flashback. There was no one there to keep her warm.

He was still on the plane. It was a long flight to New York, his home town. She wondered if he was thinking about his parents. She worried that he too would have nightmares without her. His memories of childhood were different from hers, but she knew they were equally bad.

These thoughts were keeping her awake, and she decided since there was nothing to do about it she would stop trying to fall asleep. She would get some work done now, and once Toby got back she would sleep. It would only be a couple days. It wasn't as if she had never had a sleepless night.

As she left her bedroom, the dog gave her a questioning look. The dog was clearly wondering why she had decided to make so much noise while it was sleeping time. "Sorry Conan, gotta work," She explained as if he understood her.

The dog followed her into the living room where she had set up her most recent project. She took out her wrench and got to work.

As the night continued, she continued to think. That was the thing about being a genius. You just never had a chance to stop thinking. There was never a moment in her head when her gears weren't running. It was both an advantage and a disadvantage. As long as she was alive, she would never be alone. Her thoughts were an endless supply of company. However, she could never truly rest.

Anyway, tonight she was weighed down by thoughts surrounding Toby's absence. However stupid and irrational, her brain kept coming up with scenarios in which he never came back. Some muggers killed him, he went back to his parents house and was so drawn in that he never came out, the plane crashed, the taxi crashed, some evil shrink got him, etc, etc.

She dismissed her thoughts and continued to work. She tried to focus her brain on the work at hand. She was currently hammering a piece of metal into shape. She wasn't so ridiculous that she needed Toby's attention 24/7. She could deal with him being away.

Toby got up from his seat and turned on his phone quickly. He didn't have cell service yet, but he hoped he would as soon as he left the plane. As soon as he got into the cab, he would call Happy. Though it was 3 am where she was, he hoped that she would pick up the phone.

He was waiting for his luggage when he heard his phone ring. He prayed to God that it wasn't Walter with a case. Walter would want him to come back immediately, and then he would miss his convention, and have to suffer through another long flight. He didn't want to deal with that.

He didn't look at the caller id as he answered the phone, "Hello?"

"I miss you," She complained.

"I know," He replied cockily. "I'll be back soon."

"I know."