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Okay. So, this is a little one-shot I have wanted to write for about two months. Now, I finally have the time and hope you love is a scene from "The Captive Part II", the one where Cassie goes to try and ask Nick to the dance again.

I always thought she gave in too easy, so this is what would have happened if she had kept her wits about her. This is about page 43, if you have the split version. I f you have the whole version, then I have no idea. Sorry.

Okay, the first part is an exerpt, I'll tell you when it ends.:

The day before Halloween she walked up to Nick's garage again.

The skeleton-car looked just the same. It's entire engine was out, restion on a sort of bottomless table made of pipes. Nick was underneath the table.

Cassie knew better than to ask him what he was doing this time. She saw him see her feet, saw his gaze travel up.

Then he scooted out from under the table and stood up.

His dark hair was spiky with sweat, and he wiped his forehead with the back of a greasy hand. He didn't say anything, just stood there looking at her.

Cassie didn't give herself time to think. Focusing all her attention on an oil stain on his T-shirt, she said rapidly, "Are you going to the Halloween dance tomorrow?"

There was a long, long silence. Cassie stared at the oil stain while Nick stared at her face.

She could smell rubber and warm metal as well as grease and a faint hint of gasoline, She felt as if she were hanging suspended in the air.

Then Nick said, "No."

Everything came crashing down. Cassie felt it, and for some reason she was suddenly able to look Nick in the face again.

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"Then I should be going," Cassie said shakily, as the embarrassment burned through her. She turned to go, intending to wake a quick get away.

"Wait!" Nick shouted, trying to come after her. "If I knew that was how you were going to react, I would've put it better."

"I don't care how you want to put it. Good bye," Cassie replied. She was almost to the end of the drive way, then she could run.

"This is about Conant, isn't it? Look, you should know, he is never gonna look your way, he is way too in love with Diana to ever look at anyone else. So, trying to use me to make him jealous won't work." Nick panted.

She reached the end of the driveway and started home with Nick catching up.

"This has nothing to do with Adam! Diana is like a sister to me! How dare you propose me trying to get Adam! An why the hell are you following me?! Go away Nick, you only make things worse!" She kept walking, hoping he would go away.

"I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. I'm just trying to look out for you. When should I pick you up?" Nick said, trying his hardest to make amends.

"Pick me up for what?" Cassie retorted angrily.

"Why, the Halloween dance of course." Nick said, mock bowing, turning on his charm.

"One reason I should go with you. Cause, I've got nothing," Cassie said, this argement had tired her out. "You asked Me, remember?", Nick said, the smile clear in his voice, if not on his face.

She opened the door to her house and walked away, heading to the stairs. It was easy to see no one was home. The house seemed deserted. Nick took all this in this a hidden grin. He marched up the stairs after her, following his moment of hesitation. Today felt like a wonderful day to stop.

When he got upstairs, she was lying on her bed, face down. He took a moment to observe her, before her pounced gracefully on the end, turned her over, and kissed her senseless.

For Cassie, the shock was sudden, and her body went on instinct before her mind could take back control. She was kissing him back, hard. She pressed her body to his, deepening the kiss, curling her hands into his hair. All the while Nick had been winding his arms around her waist, with no intention of letting go.

After ward, neither of them could say how long they kissed for.

After they had finished, Cassie led Nick to the door, and just before it closed, Nick pushed it open again, kissed her sondly, and pulled back only a hairbreadth away to whisper, his lips still brushing hers, "What time should I pick you up?"

She pulled back with a jerk. Cassie remembered why they had been fighting and slapped him across the face.

Anyone could see it had hurt, but his smile was just the same as he asked again,"So, when am I picking you up?"

Instead of slapping him again she laughed and said,"I'm not going to be able to get rid of you, am I?".

His grin widened as he pulled her closer again, "Nope."

"Eight then. Oh, and that never happened", she said with a wink and a grin, before closing the door on him.

He smiled and shook his head. "I won't forget," he whispered to the door. Then he turned around and went home, smiling like an idiot. He would get her one day, it just won't be this day.

The End!

Okay. Who loves it? I know it is a little Out Of Character, but I just could not pass up the opportunity. I may turn this into a full flegded version of how i think the story

should have went. If at least twelve people ask for it, I'll try and write it. Note how I say TRY. School is getting harder right now, so I may not be able to update

alot. PLease go look at my other stuff, I have not gotten a review in forever, so please do. I write for the readers, so please read.

I hope you like it.

LOt's Of Love,

Infinite Good Karma,

Good Luck,

Fly High,

Tricia.

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