A tiny bit of mindless fluff.


"Gluing yourself to the mailbox is not going to make the postman arrive any faster, Vortex." He smirks, opening the front door and lying a hand on her shoulder.

She glares at him and then points at the USPS van coming up the road.

"Sheer dumb luck." He grumbles.

Cindy basically mows the delivery guy over to obtain the stack of letters usually deposited in the chute (which Neutron claims he has enhanced, but sometimes, when she's working from home, she gets hit in the head with a stream of garbage coupon books and bills in the middle of the day...and she'd hardly call that ideal).

She rifles through the pile for the letter she's looking for, finds it, and then turns to him, her emerald eyes filled to the brim with worry.

"What if I didn't make it?"

He scoffs. "Then the Bar Association are a bunch of idiots."

"Yeah, but they're idiots with power over my career." She sighs.

"Cindy, look. You did your best. I'm sure you blew it out of the park." He kisses her on the forehead. "But this whole Schrodinger's Envelope situation..."

She whacks him with it. "Fine, fine, Nerdtron, I'll open it."

She carefully tears the seal and pulls out the enclosed sheet, scanning the page voraciously for her answer.

She's frozen for a moment.

"Well?" He tries to read her expression.

"I did it." She whispers. "I can't believe it."

"I can." He draws her into his arms. "You're brilliant. You always were. I knew you'd be a great lawyer ever since your first case."

"My first case? Do you even remember it, James?" There's a flirtatious edge to her voice as she heads back into the house.

"Of course I do, Cynthia." He shuts the front door and backs her against it in one swift motion. "Case of Cindy Vortex versus Jimmy Neutron. Ban this brain and ease our pain, ring any bells?"

She blushes. "Not necessarily my best work."

"Still want to ban me?" A cocky smile plays on his lips, which are maddeningly close to hers.

"Verdict's still out on that one." She grins, pulling him in by the collar playfully.

"Maybe I'll make a final appeal." He kisses her deeply and she thinks this might just be one of the best days of her life.