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That night at the jazz lounge had been quite the night to remember. When Rev, Lexi, and Miranda had returned to HQ, they were met by the rest of the team. Neither Tech not Slam gave too much thought of their whereabouts. Ace had thanked Rev for taking the moment to write a note to the team on where they went for the night whilst Duck wasn't too happy with them, mainly with Miranda.

Even though Miranda didn't enjoy the lounge, Rev felt that he had the greatest time of his life and if he was given the chance to do it again, he would. For today, he was helping Tech build some other devices for the team but his mind had kept wandering elsewhere that Tech had caught him on some mistakes that he had made. The mistakes weren't fatal enough to destroy the device, but elementary that not even a child would make.

Tech looked over at Rev and caught him as he was about to link two cables with one another instead of putting them in the device. He lashed out and grabbed Rev by his wrists causing the roadrunner to come out of his daydream. "Any closer with those and you would have been fried," Tech said.

"Huh?" Rev said the moment he snapped out of his daydream. He looked at his hands and noticed what he was about to do before letting go of the cables and being thankful that Tech was there to catch him before a catastrophe occurred. He shook his head and let the cables fall out of his grip as he looked at Tech. "Thanks," he thanked the coyote.

"What's going on with you, Rev?" Tech asked him, "you haven't been yourself for the past couple of days."

"What-do-you-mean?-I'm-totally-fine-better-than-ever!" Rev responded to him.

Tech folded his arms across his chest and looked at the roadrunner. "You sure about that? Once you start talking it's hard for you to stop," he pointed out when he noticed that Rev's response to him lasted less than five seconds.

How was Rev going to tell this to Tech without making him feel terrible? As he chewed the response in his mind, Tech suddenly spoke up again.

"I mean, I could bring in Miranda to get the answer out of you," Tech said.

"No-no," Rev said as he shook his head at Tech, "anyone-but-her!" Last thing he needed was a team member to make him uncomfortable in spilling his secrets not just to Tech but also to her. "Fine," he said as he took a deep breath, "but-I-don't-want-you-to-feel-bad-alright?"

"Why would I feel bad?" Tech asked as he rose an eyebrow at him. "You didn't touch any of my things did you?" His voice grew defensive at the thought of anyone touching his 'babies' but was relieved when Rev shook his head.

Rev looked at Tech and decided whether he should say it or not. "I'm…" Why was it so hard to say something so simple to his friend. "Ooh-I-can't-say-it-I'll-let-you-guess!"

Tech rolled his eyes. "I don't have time for guessing games, Rev," the coyote said to him, "just come out with it!"

Rev clenched his hands into fists and then blurted out, "I-think-I'm-in-love!"

He had spoken so quickly that the previous words had come out in a jumble but Tech was quick enough to catch the word 'love' being mentioned. He couldn't believe how childish Rev was being about it. What was there to be embarrassed about? In fact, it was a great feeling to have even though he had experienced it temporarily without being true to his feelings. "That's what's gotten you so wound up about?" Tech asked him, "are you serious, Rev?"

"I-think-I-am," Rev said to Tech, "I-have-never-never-never-never-never-never-never-never-felt-something-like-this-before!-I-just-didn't-want-to-tell-you-because-I-didn't-want-to-feel-bad."

He had mentioned that before but Tech couldn't understand why. "You're the master of your own choices Rev," Tech said to him. "I just don't get why you think I would feel bad about it. In fact, I'm relieved that it wasn't anything serious."

"But-it-is-serious!" Rev exclaimed, "I-never-thought-I'd-feel-this-way-with-Michelle!"

Tech had only met her once and it had not been quite the delightful meeting. He rose an eyebrow when Rev revealed whom it was. "The one who has something against us coyotes?" he asked him.

"I-talked-to-her-about-it," Rev said to him, "and-she-felt-bad-that-she-misjudged-you-and…" he trailed off, not sure if he should mention Quinn to his friend. Rev had been by Tech ever since the incident happened and he had been faring well the past couple of weeks, but the roadrunner knew that he wasn't over it.

Tech didn't appreciate how whenever someone bought Quinn up, they hesitated to use her name. It made her seem like she was more of a curse than someone he had an interest to. He let out a gentle sigh and shook his head. "She has a name, Rev," Tech said to him, "you can call her by it."

Rev felt his cheeks flush upon hearing that. He shouldn't have been so foolish as to think that Tech was going to lose control of his emotions. "Sorry," he apologized to him, "I-didn't-know-if-you-were-ready-yet."

It was going to be a gaping hole in his heart, especially when he didn't get the chance to tell her how he truly felt. What made that feeling worse was the blame that her parents had implied when he last spoke to them, that it was his fault that she was dead. He knew that he would never have done something to put Quinn's life in danger, but he couldn't change the way how others felt. As for Rev, Tech appreciated that he thought of his feelings before speaking his mind. "I've grown to live with it," Tech said to him, "but what about you? What do you want to do?"

It was something that he had debated with himself ever since he had danced with her. If he didn't say anything to her, then he would never know. The worst that she could say was 'no' and maybe laugh a little. "I-want-tell-her-about-it," Rev simply answered Tech.

"Then what are you waiting for?" Tech encouragingly said to him. "Go and tell her."

Rev brightened upon Tech's encouragement. Wow, who knew that his teammates would support his choice? "You-know-what?-I-will-right-this-moment!" he exclaimed as he held his index finger in the air.

Tech stared at him, waiting for the roadrunner to leave a trail of fire but there was nothing. "And you're not moving."

"I-know," Rev said to him, "because-I'm-feeling-nervous."

"Nervous? You?" Tech almost let out a laugh at that. "Now that's new! Stop wasting time and talk to her about it. It'll be like pulling off a band aid."

Ouch Rev thought when Tech said that. "Fine-I'll-let-you-know-how-it-goes!" he said as he took off from the laboratory, leaving a trail of fire.

Tech was glad to be temporarily at peace. One of the reasons why he had pushed Rev to do it was that he didn't want the roadrunner to make the same mistake that he did. Tech didn't know if he was ever going to get over it, even if he had grown to live with the idea that Quinn was gone. He had planned that the moment that he had finished his thesis, he was going to take the next step into a serious relationship with her. A silly thought had come into his mind before Quinn's death after he received his powers. He was wondering after he took that next step, how was he going to be a superhero and a boyfriend at the same time? How was he going to balance that out? Unfortunately, that question was never going to be answered.


Michelle had woken up early and was inside her little bakery, taking inventory of the ingredients that she had and anything that she needed to order. She had hoped that she would make a sale the past couple of days but didn't have much luck. At least she had a small building that needed a bit of tidying up on the outside. With that cash that she hoped to make, she was going to use that to make the outside of the building look appealing. After all, most customers judged by the eye when going into a building that specialized in foods.

She looked up when the bell that was hanging on the door rung as a customer walked inside. Ah, this one looked familiar and Michelle was glad that she had come at such a punctual time. "Hi-Fleur!" Michelle brightly greeted her. "It's-good-to-see-you-again!"

It took a lot of Fleur's will not roll her eyes at the enthusiastic, annoying attitude coming from the roadrunner. This was a business meeting and she had to keep her side professional as well. "Bonjour," Fleur said as she approached the counter with a smile upon her lips. "How are you doing?"

"Better-that-you're-here," Michelle said to her, "I-was-actually-thinking-about-that-idea-you-proposed-all-week."

Fleur raised an intrigued eyebrow at that. "And what is your answer?" she asked her.

"I-think-I'm-going-to-do-it," Michelle answered her. "You-bought-up-a-very-good-propsal-to-help-my-business-take-off-in-Acmetropolis.-Uh-just-to-make-sure-that-I'm-understanding-it-can-we-go-over-it-again?"

"Of course," Fleur said to her. She reached into her bag and pulled out a folder where the contract was tucked inside. It was many pages to go over but Fleur gave her the summary of what the contract entailed. "Basically, we will give you a loan amount for your petite pâtisserie. You can use that to rebuild, buy ingredients, interior design, whatever you desire. Since it's a loan, it must be paid back within the span of five to seven years with an interest rate of sixteen percent. Since my fiancé's business is the one representing you, we ask for half of your annual income. Would you like some time to read the contract."

There was so much that went into this business but Michelle had no patience to ready any of it. She was tempted in kicking off this business and hoping that it was going to be successful, pay off the loan, and do what she loved doing. "I-understand-everything," Michelle said to her with a smile upon her beak, "where-do-I-sign?"

Fleur tilted her head to the side and looked at the roadrunner. "Are you sure, Madame? You don't want to read the contract?"

"I-understand-everything," Michelle smiled brightly to her as she held her pen in the air, "where-do-I-sign?"

Fleur pointed to the dotted lines where Michelle quickly signed. "Yay!-It's-official!" she exclaimed.

"My fiancé will be in contact with you soon, Madame. It was pleasure doing business with you," Fleur smiled as she placed the folder in her bag and walked out of the bakery.

Once she was out, Michelle felt elated that all she wanted to do was get into the kitchen and start baking. She looked up when the doorbell rung once more and zipped over when she saw Rev. "Rev!-You-wouldn't-believe-what-happened-to-me?"

From the happiness that she exuded; Rev was relieved that it was good news. "What?" he asked her.

"There-was-this-French-lady-in-here-who-is-going-to-help-my-business!" Michelle said to him, "I-just-signed-the-contract!-My-dream-is-coming-true-so-take-that-Quick-Wrap-Sandwich-Shack!"

"Congratulations!" Rev exclaimed to her. "Can-I-get-free-samples?" he asked her.

"For-you-anything," Michelle smiled at him as she pushed a plate of freshly made macaroons towards him.

Rev looked at the little desserts staring back at him. "Michelle," he said after taking a deep breath, "I-want-to-talk-to-you-about-something."

"Mm-hmm," Michelle said as she looked at him with a smile upon her beak, "what's-up?"

"After-we-danced-that-night-at-the-lounge-I-have…uh-how-do-I-say-this?-Felt-something-between-us-and-I-was-wondering-do-you-want…-well-I-like-you-very-much-and-I-was-wondering-if-you'd-be-my-girlfriend?" He let out a puff of air when he finished that sentence, glad that it was over with.

Michelle blinked as she stared at him. Had she heard him correctly? It was quite the unexpected proposition. If she was being truthful to herself, she had felt the same when she worked with Rev. She had enjoyed their dance at the lounge and she had hoped that something would happen soon. However, with the business deal, she felt that she should focus on that before partaking in a serious relationship. "Rev," she said as she looked at him, "thank-you-but-I—"

Oh no I blew it! Rev thought.

"—have-to-focus-on-my-business.-I-can't-have-any-distractions-before-this-takes-off.-I'm-sorry," she said as she looked at him apologetically, "but-we-are-still-friends."

A distraction? The word echoed into his head. No I shouldn't be overanalyzing all of this! However, Rev couldn't believe that he had made the whole situation awkward. The one detail that he was relieved was that they were still friends and he wanted to keep that strong between them. "No-I-get-it," Rev broke the awkward silence between them, "my-Pa-was-the-same-way-when-he-did-his-business.-I-guess-you-have-to-make-sacrficies-to-get-what-you-want."

Michelle gave him a nod of her head. "I'm-glad-you-understand," she said, relieved at his words. "Once-it-takes-off-we'll-see-in-the-future."

Rev swallowed and gave her a nod. "Sure-thing-Michelle-best-of-luck-to-you." He took a step backwards and slowly walked out of the bakery. Once he was a good distance away from the bakery, he shut his eyes and balled his hands into fists. He couldn't believe that a simple question, that he had been so confident in, had ruined everything between them.