A/n: UGH! I'm just so sick of boys! I have to take my anger out on the keyboard! Take it out on Dana and Logan.

Summary: "I AM SO SICK OF YOU ARGUING!" Zoey howled. It took a lot to make her snap. But Logan and Dana had just crossed the line. The fine line between normal and insanity. It was time for drastic action.

Chapter 1: Crossing the line.

They always bickered. It had been so since Day 1. The two were like chalk and cheese. They just didn't mix. Today was just like any other day at Pacific Coast Academy, the sun was shining contently and the birds twittering merrily (Or more so the gulls were cawing merrily) and of course: Dana Cruz and Logan Reese were arguing. Zoey and Nicole had learned to wait patiently for them to stop fighting. Intervening often caused trouble.

The four were confined to Room 101, Butler Hall, Logan having ventured into No Man's Land to search for his vanished roommates. Logan had barely been in the room for five minutes before being attacked by a rather PO'ed Dana. Logan was Dana's escape. He was her healthy way of venting. He stopped her bottling up her rage and took it with good grace and a few flirts (Often infuriating her more)… most days. Today however was not one of those days. Logan had just been told that if he didn't pick up his grades he would be forced into Summer School. ("Summer and School? Those two words just don't mix!") So he fought back.
"You know what Dana, I don't care! Nobody likes you anyway so just get out of my face!" He growled at her.
"This is my room!" Dana protested. "And what do you mean nobody likes me?" She added as an afterthought.
"Well let's see. Chase thinks you're too violent. Michael is terrified of you. I think you're a class A bitch and…Zoey… Nicole, pitch me a few buzz words would ya?" Nicole said nothing. She bit her lip. The truth was she did think Dana a complete slob and rather too boisterous at times. However, should she choose to say this she would be flattened by Hurricane Cruz.
"I AM SO SICK OF YOU ARGUING!" Zoey howled. It took a lot to make her snap. But Logan and Dana had just crossed the line. The fine line between normal and insanity. It was time for drastic action. Zoey stood up and left the room.
"See what you did! Now Zoey isn't talking to me." Snapped Dana.
"Me? For god's sakes Dana. Do you ever stop whining?" He growled at her again. Suddenly he felt a snap at his wrist. Dana felt the same. They looked down in shock.

"What the… Zoey this isn't funny." Dana said in utter bemusement. She tugged at the silver manacle now binding her to jerk face. Zoey glared. Having re-entered the room she had clapped a nice pair of bracelets on her friends.
"I think it is. Incredibly. Right Nicole?" Nicole looked ready to giggle. Logan looked livid, he looked as though he was going to kill Zoey… or Nicole. Whomever the restriction of the handcuffs would allow him to asphyxiate first.
"Don't mess around." He warned. Zoey smirked and held a key up. She slipped it into an envelope and ran off.
"Nicole! Follow her." Dana ordered.
"Do it yourself. I need to blow dry my hair." Dana gave an irritated screech before storming off, dragging a very annoyed Logan behind her.

Unfortunately (or fortunately if you're a Dana and Logan fanatic) they lost Zoey. Zoey was plotting. Zoey was scheming. It didn't suit her.
"This is your fault." Dana complained sitting down.
"You always blame me." He mumbled. He lay his hands on his lap absently, only to have his right one yanked away. He realised that Dana's hand must've been in a rather compromising position and his cheeks tinged slightly pink.
"It's because you're always to blame." Dana mumbled fiddling with the links between the handcuffs. She growled upon realising that they were solid steel.
"Any clues as to who gave Zoey this baby then?" He asked.
"Probably Chase." Dana said offhandedly. She tore her right hand through her hair and removed a clip. She started hacking at the lock.
"Careful. If you break the lock mechanism you're stuck with that on for the rest of your life." He warned.
"Shut it." She snapped raising her hand so violently his own hand hit him in the face. He looked appalled and did the same to her. Dana smiled inwardly (Meaning her lips didn't actually move.) She knew how to take advantage of a situation. It was a knack, an ability she had been graced with at birth. She could turn waterworks on and off as she pleased.

Dana burst into tears and held the side of her face where he'd caused a large red mark to blossom. It didn't actually hurt… much… but what he didn't know, well... itwouldn't hurt her.
"Oh don't…" He said in slight shock. He hadn't been aware he'd hit her that hard. She sniffed and when he tried to place his hand on her shoulder to comfort her she flinched away as though afraid of him. "I'm sorry… I guess. I'll uh… I'll figure a way out of this for us? Right?" He tried to console her. He wasn't very good at it.
"Well done Mr Hot Shot! How do you suppose we do that?" She asked in mock hysterics. It was all she could do not to burst into laughter. She had him stuck on her. Wrapped around her little finger! It was priceless.
"Uh…" He hesitated. "Come with me." He stood up.
"Like I have a choice." She murmered as he dragged her off.

Quinn giggled.
"She handcuffed you?" She asked raising her eyebrows.
"Oh shut up brainiac can you get us out or not?" Dana snapped.
"Have you been crying?" Dana brushed her fake tears away with her left hand causing Logan to whack her in the nose.
"Hey!" She growled.
"You moved!" He protested slightly angrily.
"Oh cram it. Quinn please fix this… I can't stand being stuck to this loser for another second." Pleaded Dana.
"Hmm…" Quinn took Dana and Logan's hands and placed them on the desk. "Solid steel. Very hard to break. It's possible… no."
"What's possible?" Logan asked. At this stage if it meant he had to chew through the cuffs he'd try.
"Well I'm working on an invention that could break it…" Quinn said. "But there would be possible side effects." She said pulling a large blow torch from under her bed. He looked unimpressed.
"Side effects? Like…" He asked.
"Uh…." Quinn muttered under her breath something inaudible.
"Uh what?" Dana asked knowing damn well Quinn's experiments often led to drastic results.
"Death?" She said offhandedly. Yup… death was pretty drastic.
"I'd rather be stuck to Danger Cruz for the rest of my life." Logan said in shock.
"I'll have it fully up and running in two weeks." Quinn promised
"Two weeks!" Complained Dana.
"Give or take a day." She shrugged.
"Whatever." She mumbled in disappointment.

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That night after several failed attempts at snapping the links (Involving the buzz saws in Wood Shop being broken… and some very frozen fingers from attempting to freeze and then heat the metal links), Logan and Dana were faced with a problem.
"What do we do about sleeping?" She asked worriedly.
"We're just going to have to use the same room. Our DA's sick. So nobody'll check on us." Logan assured her. He didn't fancy sharing a room with Zoey, lest he punch her lights out.
"You mean I have to share a bed with you?" She moaned.
"Um… not necessarily." He said opening the door. "Chase. I'm commandeering your bed for tonight. You're having mine."
"How come?" Chase asked not looking up from his book. Chase was someone who actually studied. He wasn't short listed for Summer School.
"I'm how come." Dana said. Chase looked up.
"Uh Dana, it's after 8." He said looking at his watch. He then burst into laughter when he saw what was going on. "What happened?"
"Your girlfriend happened." Logan complained, rubbing his sore wrist. Evidently Dana thought she could escape using brute force.
"I don't have a… wait a minute? Zoey turned on you?"
"Yep. She's an evil, evil little girl." Dana informed him.
"And how do you two intend to shower?" Dana froze.
"Don't even think it Reese." She warned.
"I was thinking how disgusting that would be actually." He told her. She glared.

"Chase, go get me my toothbrush and some bed clothes." Demanded Dana after failing a staring contest with Hamster Head.
"Well done genius, how do you suppose you're going to change?" He asked.
"You'll just have to close your eyes." She told Logan.
"Don't be stupid Dana." Logan told her. "You can't get anything over your head." Dana looked thoughtful.
"Not true. I can't get anything over my arm…you have scissors right? Chase move it!" She ordered. Chase left the room muttering something about bossy females. She paused.
"You don't think I'm too bossy do you?" She asked him wanting an honest answer.
"Yeah I do. I think you're a vindictive little brat. A manipulative little cow and all in all a complete bitch." She chewed her lip.
"Fine…" She said haughtily. "Fine." She tried to turn away but turned him into her accidentally. He wasn't doing it voluntarily.
"Oh don't be like that," Recently he'd been upsetting her. Which was weird. He'd never normally upset her. Just aggravated her.
"You've made your point." Dana snapped at him.

Chase threw Dana a load of clothes and a toothbrush.
"What did Zoey say?" Logan asked, hoping maybe Zoey had gone soft. Usually she backed out of things like this.
"She said once you two stop being complete prats and start acting like civilised human beings… She'll get the key back."
"Get it back? What did she do?"
"She mailed it to her pen friend. She can get it back in like two days… when she decides to." It looked like Zoey was sticking to her guns this time.
"Your girlfriend is a masochistic little…" Logan tried to say.
"I've heard it all before." Chase said raising his hands. "This'll do you some good."
"Good? You don't seem to realise that in 12 hours I'll be dragging a dead body around the campus!" Dana wailed.
"Oh be quiet this isn't a picnic for me either." He led her to the bathroom, she just managed to grab the scissors.

"Right, let me think." Dana said snipping the scissors. She reluctantly sliced the sleeve of her shirt. She slid her right arm out and pulled it down to her waist. "Logan close your eyes." She instructed, realising she was flashing her bra to him. He sighed.
"You always spoil my fun." He muttered but he did actually shut his eyes. He allowed her to change, with great difficulty. He felt his arm nearly be ripped from it's socket a few times.
"You don't have cellotape do you? Or a needle and thread?"
"This is a bathroom Dana." He snapped at her.
"Oh whatever. Give me your shirt. Oh yeah you can open your eyes." Dana was dressed in shorts and a vest with no strap on one side. Because the strap had been cut it hung down and showed an awful lot of skin. He tried to catch his breath.
"I don't wear a shirt in bed." He told her. He did. He just didn't fancy all his clothes being cut up. She rolled her eyes.
"Fine then. C'mere." She took the scissors and placed the cold metal against his skin. He flinched causing her to stab him. "Sorry." She muttered carelessly.
"Too right you're sorry! I'm bleeding." He complained.
"Oh stop being such a baby." She told him cutting the sleeve of his shirt up to his neck. She then helped him step out of it. It was difficult because it all had to be done backwards. She realised she had made quite a gash in his arm. She didn't feel sorry for him. He grabbed a wash towel and dampened it, rubbing it against his forearm.

"You are a nasty piece of work Danger Cruz." He told her. She shrugged.
"So you're always telling me." She said sarcastically. Then she felt hurt. "I'm not that bad Logan." She had to think... 'Am I?'
"Tell that to the scar I'm going to have,"
"It was an accident!" Dana protested sadly. She hadn't actually meant to hurt him. "Living with you is going to be impossible."
"I'm glad I'm not sharing a bed with you. I bet you kick."
"I bet you snore." She countered
"You never shut up while you're awake I bet you talk in your sleep."
"I bet you wet the bed." They continued to bicker. They went about their nightly rituals, brushing their teeth (And thumping each other in the mouth.) Going to the toilet (Each ensuring the other's eyes were closed) and washing their faces (Whacking each other accidentally-on-purpose all the while)

Michael and Chase had laid out a makeshift bed of a quilt and a pillow with a blanket on the floor next to Chase's bed. Michael snickered. Dana said nothing. Logan gave him the finger as he climbed into bed. Dana was forced to lay on her front with her arm stretched in the space between the beds. It wasn't comfortable.

They say after midnight morning will come. This idiomatic expression basically means that after the worst point, things pick up. This isn't always true. Everytime Logan moved he yanked Dana's arm out of her socket so she pulled him back and kept almost pulling him out of bed. Eventually he PO'ed her so much that she pulled him too hard. He fell out of bed and on top of her.
"Ouch." She said taking a deep inhalation. His face was millimetres from her own.
"This isn't going to work, is it?" He asked her. He couldn't move off of her because she was cuffed to him and he was leaning into the bed on his other side.
"Nope." She whispered. "It isn't."
"We're going to have to share." She nodded. She tried to sit up and knocked her head into his. They bumped their jaws together in an almost kiss. Dana turned brick red. He stood up and she didn't. She sat up with her arm dangling. He rolled his eyes. He slid his locked hand into hers and helped her up.
"I didn't mean to call you a vindictive little brat." He mumbled as they climbed into bed.
"You did." She said.
"Well yeah…" He paused. "I suppose I did but… you're not.. okay. There I said it."
"Thanks." She realised that in order to be comfortable, Logan would have to put his arm around her. She led his hand across her stomach and pulled into him. Her back was against his stomach. He lay his chin on her head.
"Think we'll get out of this soon?"
"Don't know. Don't care. Too tired to think." He said sleepily. "Night." He kissed the back of her hair lightly. She felt very confused. Must be that new cherry scented shampoo of hers….

A/n: Mwuhahaha. I locked them together. How WILL they cope at school? And what about showering?