Guys, I'm finally back with another chapter of All's Fair! I hope you enjoy it :)

"Save me! Please! I don't want to die!"

"Which poison did you take?"

"I don't know."

"You need to get it out of your system. Here's a bucket. Go puke into it. You're going to be sick for a few days even if you get most of the poison out."

Carlos jerked awake. As he sipped into consciousness, he realized Evie was practically on top of him and their legs were so tangled together he barely knew which were his.

"Evie!" he whispered softly. "Evie, get off!" He shoved her gently and she gracefully rolled onto her back. He briefly wondered how anyone could roll gracefully, but then Evie's blue eyelashes fluttered, so he whispered hopefully, "Evie?"

Her eyes opened. "Yeah?"

"I had a dream. I actually remembered it for once."

She was wide awake in a second. "What was it about?" she asked, propping herself up on one elbow.

"Well…" he thought for a second. "Mal was dead. And Uma and Harry had taken the hideout. So you made a bunch of poisons and we each chose one to drink. We drank them together. But they didn't work right away, so we were alive for a little while."

"Then what happened? Did we all die?"

"Nooo…. Well… I'm not sure. But there was this person. I don't know who she was. But she was talking to me and I told her I had taken poison and I was going to die. But at that moment, I decided I desperately wanted to live. No matter how hard life was. Because I knew I was strong enough to make it through. I didn't want to die."

Evie squealed quietly in excitement. "You actually thought that in a dream?! Oh, Carlos, that's so amazing!"

"Why?"

She gave him a look of half exasperation. "Because, dreams are often connected to real life. Sometimes they're your real thoughts. Thoughts you didn't know existed."

"Shut up, you guys," Mal's voice groaned from underneath the other pile of blankets. "It's way too early to be talking."

Evie rolled her eyes and hopped out of bed. "I'm going to go do my makeup for the day," she whispered softly to Carlos. "You can join me if you want."

Carlos snorted softly, but slid out from under the blankets and followed Evie softly out of the room.

Evie entered the bathroom as Carlos grabbed a stool from the main room. He brought it into the bathroom and sat down next to the bathtub, out of the way of Evie.

He watched as Evie opened her drawer of the small, four-drawer dresser, which served as a stand for their sink. She took out her makeup bag and towel and set them next to the bowl they used as a sink that rested on top of the dresser. Evie turned on the faucet, the only part of the actual sink that had survived, and watched the water run into the bowl. When it was half full, she turned off the water and began methodically washing her face.

"You know," Carlos commented, "you're beautiful without your makeup."

She paused, looking into the mosaic-like mirror, searching for his face in the pieces. Her cheeks had gone pink. She drew a shaky, deep breath, as if to say something, but went back to washing her face as if nothing had happened.

Evie unrolled her towel and patted her face with it, before setting it down and carrying sink bowl over to the bathtub. After dumping the water down the tub drain, she set the bowl on the floor.

"You should just get your own makeup table," Carlos told her as she opened her makeup bag. "Then you wouldn't have to move the sink every morning."

"It's not that big of a deal," she replied, setting her lipstick next to her eyeliner. "Besides, it took Jay a long time to find this many pieces of mirror."

"True." He watched her begin to cover her face with makeup. It was the mask she always wore, he thought unhappily. He hated that mask. It covered her true beauty.

He looked down at her bare feet. He always liked when she wasn't wearing shoes. He didn't miss all the nights where she would sigh in relief when she took off her shoes. He didn't miss how she stretched her feet as soon as they were out of her shoes and then limped around the hideout, pretending she wasn't in pain.

Mal stumbled into the bathroom, looking like a wreck. Her hair was practically standing on end. "Carlos, out," she ordered, eyes barely open. "I have to pee."

Carlos stood, sighed, left. Wandering into the kitchen, he looked into a cupboard for any ingredients to make something for breakfast.

Jay slumped in, trying to wipe the sleep from his eyes. "Got any coffee?"

"Do you smell any?" Carlos retorted. "Just chill a minute." He closed the cupboard door and opened another one. Pulling out a pot, he filled it half full with water. He lit the stove and set the pot on it.

Evie made her appearance, looking perfect, as usual. Carlos didn't miss the absence of her shoes. "Need any help?" she asked him.

"Yeah, what should we make? We have practically nothing."

Evie peered into the cupboards. "Peaches and bread?"

"Yeah."

"I have an idea. Could you cut up the peaches?"

Carlos reached into a cupboard and grabbed a knife. "Sure."

Evie handed him the peaches and he began cutting them into chunks.

Meanwhile, Evie checked on the boiling water and then grabbed two mugs off the counter. She poured some water into each of them and then scooped in some coffee grounds, stirring them quickly before handing one cup to Jay.

"Thanks, man, I owe you one," Jay told her. He took a giant gulp of the coffee.

Evie put the pot of water back onto the stove, re-covering the bright orange metal coil. She came up behind Carlos and glanced over his shoulder. "Perfect," she told him.

Behind them, Jay began making choking noises.

"If you didn't drink it when it was practically boiling, you'd be a lot better off," Evie commented lightly, reaching for a knife and beginning to slice the bread into chunks.

When the bread and peaches were cut up, Evie poured some of the hot water from the pot into her cup and some into Carlos's. Then she dumped the peaches and the bread into the remaining water. As Evie stirred the mixture, Carlos pulled out their four bowls.

Mal stumbled in, snatched her cup from the counter, and slumped down next to Jay. Her head hit the table before she had even taken a drink.

Carlos smirked. "Those two are such morning people," he commented to Evie.

"We can hear you," Mal said into the table.

Evie plopped some of the mush into each of their bowls. Carlos grabbed two and headed to the table, Evie following with four spoons and the other two bowls.

The four ate their breakfast in silence.

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