A/N: Chapter 4, last chapter guys! You probably already know what I'm about to say: Thank you for reading, reviewing (your reviews have been seriously motivating!) and I hope you'll enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Henry Danger.

When he hears her bedroom door close, Dr. Minyak lets his head fall down in shame.

I am the biggest jerk on the face of the earth right now. He thinks as he walks to the couch and sits down, setting the food she had so thoughtfully brought him on the table.

He hadn't meant to say what he had just said, it all just kind of tumbled out of his mouth. It had been the result of weeks of feeling annoyed and…ugh, and jealous. Every time he had seen her walk out of here, dressed so beautifully, it had felt as if someone was driving a stake through his heart. He was just green with jealousy.

Because he had always admired her, always cared deeply for her. That smart, capable, beautiful woman to whom he owed his life to basically. Because if it wasn't for her, where would he be? He wasn't the only one who was the brains in their projects. She came up with ideas that most of the time proved to be the pinnacle of their plans. She talked to him, laughed with him, chastised him when he didn't eat (he knows he's a grown man but sometimes he gets so deep into a project that he basically decides that food is not a priority). She planned everything perfectly, making it easier for him to work on any project they had and even indulge in a few side projects, which she knows he loves to do.

She's just amazing.

And what does he do?

He screws everything up.

Gosh I'm an idiot.

He throws his head back on the couch and stares at the ceiling.

He wants to fix things, he really does. She's…important to him. He hates that he had hurt her feelings (the image of her face so sad and hurt keeps flitting through his mind), but… what would he say? What should he tell her if she asks why he had said those things?

He can't say anything that has something to do with his romantic feelings towards her, that's for sure. That would definitely lead to embarrassment and rejection, not necessarily in that order. No, he's just going say….

He's going to say that it had been jealousy stemming from her not spending time with him as a friend and partner.

Yeah, yeah. That's what I'll do.

It makes total sense, answers all questions and it's just quite brilliant really. He doesn't have to get rejected and he gets to still be near the woman he lo- erm cares for… or likes. In a more than platonic way.

But who says he won't get jealous again when she goes out with that aficionado of hers. And he also has a tendency of blurting things out when he doesn't have control over a situation.

Maybe he should practice his speech first, just so he doesn't blurt out anything too incriminating.

Okay, yeah. He can wait until tomorrow or any other day. Because it's not like she wants to see him right now anyways right?

Excuses, excuses Minyak. You're just being a coward. His inner voice tells him.

He lets out a self-deprecating groan.

It takes Nurse Cohort two days to actually start working again.

The first morning, when she had woken up and had looked at herself in the mirror, she had decided that maybe it would not be such a good idea to see Dr. Minyak yet. Or most importantly for him to see her. Because her eyes were puffy and red rimmed (actually, entirely bloodshot) and seriously she was not going to let him see how much effect his comments have had on her. So she mostly stayed in her room, sneaking down occasionally to get some snacks and skipping dinner entirely, even though her stomach had wanted to growl her into submission.

She had wondered whether he had survived without her that day.

The next morning she had heard him leave the house and had hurriedly gone down to make a big breakfast before running back to her room. She knew that she was acting like a spooked animal but, well, technically she kind of was one.

Today however she decides to stop the pity party and start doing her job again. So she walks into their Livingroom -which is now basically a makeshift lab-, and asks him if he needs any help.

He jumps a little -obviously he had been too deep in thought to hear her- and nods.

She helps him as she usually does. Giving him wrenches, hammers, screwdrivers. She points out flaws and possible ways to fix them. She makes them lunch and they eat it in silence. It's so awkward -what with the remnants of their fight still fresh in their minds - that she decides to take her lunch to her room from then on. He doesn't bring up the fight, so she doesn't feel any need to bring it up either. And as the day ends, she wonders if he'll ever apologize.

The day after that, she logs into the villainsdatingvillains site, respectfully declining the multiple requests for dates that she has received (The Toddler is between them again). She doesn't feel like going on dates. She's flattered really, but she wasn't feeling up to it. Because although it's clear that she's attractive, the man whom sadly she still pines for seemed to think the opposite. That can really knock a woman's confidence down a few notches.

And that's the problem isn't it? She thinks as she's making herself some tea. He doesn't love her back. And now that he had basically told her so, she could really move on.

And she would have to start by quitting this job.

Things are already awkward and that's probably never going to change. And he has yet to apologize.

She should look for a new job. She's a really good assistant, a lot of villains know that. So it wouldn't be hard to find new employment. She'll see Dr. Minyak about a few times a year at meetings and get togethers, but that's about it. It would be good for her. He had made his opinions clear and she just didn't think she could work with him anymore, knowing what he thought of her, how little he appreciated her, while she loves him so much. That's basically what it all came down to.

She sighs, looking down at the tea bag that she's been dunking in her mug for the last few minutes. She lets the string go and opens the cupboard to get the jar of sugar. It's at the very top shelf.

Of course he puts it there because he can reach it.

She stretches her arm all the way up but her fingers don't even graze the jar. She huffs, standing on her toes trying to reach it again. Her finger tips graze it this time, but it's still not enough.

She's debating climbing on the counter so as to get to it, when she feels a warm presence at her back and then a hand reaches up and easily grabs the jar and sets it down on the counter.

"Thank you." she murmurs.

"Mhmmm." he hums in response.

She feels him pull away, taking his delicious warmth ( stop it!) with him, but she doesn't hear him walk out of the kitchen. She doesn't look back, waiting for him to finally leave. She opens the jar, taking one teaspoon of sugar, and stirs it in her mug.

"Nurse." He suddenly says softly.

"Yeah?" She still doesn't turn around.

Its silent for a moment before he speaks up again, "I want to… apologize."

She closes the jar before turning around, her mug between both hands. She leans against the counter and stares at him. He looks totally unsure of himself and super nervous, squirming under her gaze.

Good, let him squirm.

"What for?" she asks smoothly, though her voice has a sarcastic lilt to it.

He fidgets, runs a hand against his hair and looks down at his feet. " For what I said…You know, about you and your romantic life. I'm deeply sorry. I really am." He scuffles his feet.

"And it took you three days to apologize?" she asks grumpily.

She may be a little sore about that.

"I…I thought…I don't know."

"You don't know what you thought?"

"I thought you didn't want to talk to me. I mean you were avoiding me weren't you?"

"And whose fault is that?"

"Mine, which is why I'm apologizing," he clears his throat, " I mean, I obviously hurt your feelings, so…I'm sorry. You must have been feeling horrible because of me."

She sighs and puts the mug back down on the counter. It's not like she can drink it right now anyways.

"You were just speaking your mind, Doctor," she says, choosing to ignore the last bit of his apology, "Maybe not kindly, but you were voicing your opinion. I get it. It was rather ridiculous of me to-"

"Nurse," he interrupts, "it wasn't a ridiculous notion of you to try and find love."

She stares at him,"But you said-"

"I know what I said. But it wasn't true."

"Then why-"

He interrupts again, " I don't know. I don't know!"

"You seem not to know a lot of things today."

"…I just-"

"You just-"

"I just-hrm, I, I was just, ugh, I was, you know…"

"Can't say I do, Doctor." She quips, using his own sentence from a while ago against him.

"I was jealous."

"Jealous?" she whispers, her traitor heart already starting to flutter in hope.

"Yeah, because we're friends, right? I missed having you around."

Oh.

"Because we're friends." She repeats slowly.

"Yeah." He answers while nodding his head wildly.

"Oh."

Her heart, which had been fluttering only a few seconds ago, feels as heavy as lead right now. And in that instant she knew that she was going to make the right decision.

"So, are we good?" he asks her hopefully.

She nods, " Yeah, we are. Bu-"

"Oh great!" he says, smiling brightly at her, " I was-"

"Doctor," she interrupts, " We are. But I should tell you that I will only be staying until the end of this project."

His smile drops and an incredulous look takes its place, " What?! Why?!"

"I just…I don't think I could stay here. It's better if I leave." She answers, her voice sounding a little choked.

"But you can't leave me!"

"I'll make sure to find you a good assistant before I leave, promise."

"But that's not why I don't want you to leave!"

She frowns, " Then why?"

"Because…"

"Because?"

"Just because, okay?" he answers petulantly.

"Very eloquent, Doctor. But that's not reason enough for me to stay."

"…So if my new assistant is not to my liking, you will stay?"

"He or she will not be that bad. I mean serio-"

"I will not accept another assistant."

"Now you're just being childish. Another assistant doesn't mean the end of the world you know." She says a little bit annoyed.

He turns a profound red color, looking exasperated and at a boiling point.

She chooses to continue, "I mean, I know a few that I could recco-"

"I don't want another assistant, I only want you!" he yells, throwing his hand up in the air.

"I'm telling you it won't be that ba-"

"You're not getting it nurse! I mean I want-want you." He snaps angrily.

It's quiet for a moment.

She stares at him.

"Bu….whaa?" her mind is basically short circuiting right now.

"I mean I lied okay! I was jealous, but not because I wanted my friend slash partner back or anything but because I wanted you romantically, for myself, okay?!" he yells and then he starts pacing infront of her.

So much for not blurting anything out.

She gapes at him, trying to think of something to say. But there's no need however because he himself seems to be on a roll.

"I mean, It was hard seeing you dressed up, going out to random places, and then The Toddler videocalls- do you know what he did?! He mocked me! Like a toddler!" Dr. Minyak changes his voice to a whiny tone, " Nah Na, Nah Na, Nah Na. I had a date with your Nurse. We had Italian food and talked about ball pits and you weren't there," He starts to wildly motion with his hands, "And then he sticks his tongue out at me. At me! Then he laughs and just kills the feed when I start asking him questions. And I started thinking: What if you were going to leave me for The Toddler. The Toddler. I mean how would you feel if someone left you for that man-baby?!Wait. don't answer that."

Like I can even talk right now. She thinks, still gaping at him.

He huffs, " And then you tell me: 'ooh noo, it's not like that. I go out with multiple guys.' "He continues with a high pitched voice that she assumes is meant to sound like hers. She has half a mind to tell him that she does not sound like that nor has she ever said 'multiple guys'. He doesn't even give her room to speak though. He just keeps rambling as if a dam of frustration had just broken in his mind.

"And then one morning I wake up, and I want to see you and you're not there. All I found was a note saying that you went out. So I got mad with jealousy. Of course I did. I mean, yeah, that's no excuse for how I talked to you- I'm really sorry by the way- but the jealousy and anger were just brewing since that morning and, and augh…" he huffs again. Then he takes a breath and goes on with pouring out his frustrations.

"I mean, can you imagine what it feels like if the woman you are in love with suddenly starts going out, dressed to the nines, with who knows what kind of cool men that are younger and probably more handsome and whatnot? And probably saying their names as sensually as when she says mine."

"I do not!" she yells mortified. Then she realizes what he had said and almost dies right on the spot.

He loves me?

"Oh yes, you do Nurse," he says lowly, " And all I could think about when you said that you had a suitor, was him seeing you dressed like that, with that voice, your smile and those legs." He grumbles. She feels her face heat up when he actually looks down at her legs which were exposed by the shorts she had decided to wear on this warm day. When he looks back up again, his gaze is smoldering.

Like last time.

"And all I could think was that only I deserve to admire you that way. Only I deserve to hear you say my name like that. Only I deserve those slight touches on my arm, on my hands. And I was not going to let another man whisk you away from me." He murmurs, voice low and hoarse. "And the only way I could do that was by stupidly making you think that he couldn't love you. I'm sorry. So sorry. I know I've said that already but I am. You are a great woman, Nurse. A really great woman. Meant for only the greatest of men. And now I've told you my feelings just in the hopes of making you stay. You probably don't even feel the same way and I've probably officially scared you away and embarrassed myself now." He laughs hollowly.

She stares at him, her heart skipping beats, fluttering, quivering.

He takes a step towards her, "Are you going to say anything?"

She gulps, "Why didn't you-why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you tell me that you-"

He closes his eyes.

"I thought it wouldn't matter. "

"And it now you think it does?"

"I thought it would…actually I didn't think, I just blurted it out in a moment of panic."

She snorts.

"Plus, in the back of my head I thought it was obvious and you just chose not to acknowledge my feelings."

She snorts again, " No, it was definitely not obvious."

He finally opened his eyes again, "I don't know how it wasn't. I stare at you more than half of the day. I watch you every time you walk around, every time you smile. I stare at your legs every time you're not looking."

"Maybe that's the problem. I'm not looking."

He chuckles, "Well, I just thought you weren't interested," he stares at her for a moment, "Are you interested?"

She gives him a tiny smile, "What do you think? The only reason why I even started dating was because I thought you weren't interested."

"Who couldn't be interested in you? And I don't only mean because your beautiful, Nurse. Which you are. Very. But like I've said, you're great. You're just-" he takes a breath then laughs, " you're just it, you know. For me. You're it for me. You're smart and funny and you just-ugh, you're just amazing. And temperamental because you need to be when you are with me, I know. And cute. Definitely cute. The way you scrunch up your face when I say something nonsensical and you're hot and sexy and when you bite your lip," he groans, a pained look on his face, when she accidently does just that, "Gosh woman, you've got no idea what that does to me. "

By the way he's breathing and by the full blown lust in his eyes, she's pretty sure she knows exactly what the action does to him.

He takes a deep breath seemingly trying to calm himself before he speaks again. " So again I ask you: Who could not be interested in you?"

"Well, again, I thought you for sure. You didn't even give me the time of day. And I used to stare at you a lot. You never even looked up at me in all the time that I have been staring at you."

"I only looked when I knew you couldn't see me staring. I was trying to be subtle."

"And yet you thought you were being obvious."

"I thought your women's intuition would tell you that someone was staring at your… uhm. You."

She raises an eyebrow, a playful smile on her face. "My what?"

He groans.

"My what, Doctor?" Has she always said his name like that?! It is rather sensual.

"Your backside." he murmurs. She finds the blush that crawls up his neck towards his face totally endearing.

She giggles, "My, my Doctor. Didn't know that you were so…lewd," she says playfully, "Well actually I did. You should really try deleting your browser history and be a little more careful with where you hide your magazines."

She laughs when his face turns even redder.

"Well if you looked at those things, you would have noticed which type of woman I like. Or rather, which woman I like. Would have saved us both a lot of heartache." He says after a moment. And there is that heated look again. "Well, there's still some heartbreak what with you having a suitor and all."

"There's no suitor." She blurts out.

"What?"

"There's no one. I-well I didn't lie…okay yes I did but it was all your fault." She says defiantly.

He looks at her for a long moment before slowly starting to advance towards her. His gaze is sharp and lustful. She can't take her eyes away from him. Suddenly he's so close to her, his warmth enveloping her again and that intense look in his eyes is making her knees feel weak. He puts a hand on the counter on either side of her, trapping her. He bends down a little but she still has to look up at him.

"Well that's good to hear, Nurse." He grumbles lowly. He's so close that she feels his voice reverberating through her chest.

"Uhuh." She mumbles. Real articulate.

"So, we're both interested." He says, his breath fanning over her face.

"Uhuh."

He leans his forehead against hers, "We're both single."

"Definitely."

"So there's nothing standing between me and you actually having a romantic relationship."

She's about to mumble something again but he moves his lips closer to hers. She wonders for a moment if he isn't tired of hunching over just so he can be at her level. But then he brushes his lips against hers and the thought -and every other one for that matter- flies out of her head. Her eyes move to his lips, which are pulled up in a lazy grin and then back to his eyes.

"Is there something that you want, Nurse?" he asks hoarsely. His lips brush against hers when he speaks and she almost groans.

She can only nod. Her knees feel like they are about to finally give out.

"What?" he murmurs, voice low.

"Please kiss mhrm-" she can't even finish the sentence before he finally kisses her. She swears that she feels a jolt of electricity running from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. She's standing on her toes, just so he wouldn't have to bend over that much. He, seemingly having the same thought as her, picks her up and sits her on the counter, not stopping with kissing her for even a moment. He comes closer, standing between her legs. His hand caresses one of her legs from her ankle to her thigh before hooking it around his hips.

She almost laughs. He really does love her legs.

He deepens the kiss a little, nibbling on her lip, exploring her mouth before finally pulling away for some much needed oxygen. They're both breathing rapidly. He smiles at her, moving in to give her a tiny peck on the lips.

She smiles back at him. "What now?" she asks.

He laughs, "Well first, you can unsubscribe from that website," he says with a smile on his face, "and then we can go to my room and I can show you just how good I can be." His voice drops to a dangerously low and sexy timbre at that last part.

She giggles, then moves in for another kiss, which she deepens after a moment before pulling away again. She bites her lip, " I love you. "

His breathing is labored again and his gaze heated. "Or I can show you that right now. Forget about the site…If that's okay, of course." He says, looking at her imploringly, "because I can wai-"

She kisses him again, "Come on."

She giggles again as he picks her up, sets her down, before taking her hand in his and he basically drags her towards his room.

And in the morning, when she comes into the kitchen to make breakfast for the both of them, she sees the mug of tea on the counter, still full.

She pours it out in the sink with a smile.

The dating site did work after all. Just not in the way in which she or the developers thought it would.

She really didn't mind. Especially when a pair of arms envelop her from behind and the person to whom said arms belong, kisses her neck.

"Morning, Lyss." He murmurs.

She grins. "Good morning, Arthur."

No, she definitely did not mind.

And what happened to villainsdatingvillains?

Nothing really, it's still thriving.

It's just that a few villains got really frustrated when one particular profile suddenly disappeared basically overnight.

And yes, the Toddler did throw a tanthrum because of that.

The End.

A/N: And that is the end of villainsdatingvillains! Thank you for reading, for all the reviews, likes and follows! Thank you for all the support and positivity, because, well, I had not been expecting that. And maybe, until next time!