Last chapter, kiddos! I'm sorry guys, I just can't do these chapter fics. They make me angry. Only request oneshots or twoshots from now on?

Nancy watched, helpless, as Dodger turned over in his sleep. He had been tossing around for a solid half-hour, muttering gibberish and trembling ike mad. It had been only a day since Dodger's fever had first set, leaving him feeling cold. However, it had soon progressed into a dangerously high fever, causing him to sweat. Nancy had piled blankets on, but it didn't seem to help. At the moment, she was sitting on a stool by Dodger's cot.

"Nance..."

Nancy's eyes widened as Dodger muttered the first coherent word he had in hours. Nancy leaned forward. "Yea, Dodge?" she murmured.

"I..." He stopped. His face scrunched together, and he twisted in his sleep. "I...love you, Nancy."

Nancy blinked. What had he said? No, there was no way. No way on this Earth. She sat back down in her stool, and watched Dodger.

Over the next few days, Dodger's fever broke. Nancy spent all of her time either tending to the semi-concious Dodger or watching him sleep, mulling deeply over what he had said.

"Twas a stupor, it was," she convinced herself. "'E was delusional, wrong in the 'ead. No way 'e really meant it." But, she found, the more she thought about it, the more she was wishing that it were true. To think, a young, kind bloke like Dodger would fall in love with an old, beaten up thing like herself.

After another day or two, Dodger was finally on the mends. His voice was still scratchy and voice, but his fever had gone down, and his coughing was getting better and better. One morning, when Dodger awoke, Nancy was compelled to ask him a question.

"Dodge?"

"Yea, Nance?"

Nancy halted for a short second. "Do you remember...when you 'ad the fever? Remember what 'appened?"

Dodger thought about it. Finally, he shook his head. "No, not really. I 'member fadin' in and out, little bits o' infermashun. Like, like I remember that choo were holding a rag on my fore'ead for a while."

Nancy nodded. "Anything else?"

"Not really." Dodger lifted an eyebrow. "Does it matta?" He chuckled sfotly, but then, another thought hit him. "I didn't say anyfing that hurt ya, did I, Nance?"

Nance, who had been standing by the cot the whole time, took another step closer. "No," she said, blushing. "Not at all."

Slowly, unsurely, Nancy leaned forward and gave Dodger a peck on the lips. Dodger's face went red, redder than Nancy had ever seen it, which was saying something, seeing as she'd seen him while dying of fever.

Dodger swallowed, pursing his lips, trying to think of something to say. "I...uh...I..."

"I love you." Nancy said. "That's what you said the other day, when your fever was high."

Dodger blinked. He tilted his head to the side. "I did?"

"Yessir."

"Oh, uh..." Dodger rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, embarrassed. "Well, I'm sorry-"

Nancy shushed him, smiling wide. She reached out and took Dodger's hand, intertwining their fingers. "Don't be sorry," she whispered, grinning.

Dodger coughed, then smiled.

Through the door, a tall figure watched the exchange, his frown slowly turning into a snarl. He turned away, stalking off torwards the street. Before he left, he turned around and whistled over his shoulder.

"C'mon, Bullseye."

IT'S OVER.

Okay, so, I'm glad I went through with this one underlying idea throughout this entire fic. A bunch of people commented on how Bill was nice. Well, I wrote the fic with the idea that Bill wasn't that bad, up until this point, when he watches his girlfriend kissing some kid (well not really KID but you get the picture). So, now he's angrier. Ish.

Yup.

Review please! I would love ideas for future fics, just keep them at 1-2 chapters long! Thanks!