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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon remembered a lot from Greek Row; certainly not as much as she probably should but given the fact that most of her friends lived there and she spent more time there than in her own house, it made sense. “I remember waiting for the bathroom to check my makeup for over an hour because Mason had to fix his hair before giving up and checking it in the reflection of the TV,” Fallon said, brushing her hand over his cheek and pressing a feather light kiss to her boyfriend’s lips. “You’re definitely better than him and Myles,” she added, teasing. She loved the CSI but the man spent more time getting ready for anything than she did! It was a wonder they still found ways and reasons to tease her about her time management skills. Fallon let go of a deep breath, rolling her eyes. “If they were smart, they tossed it the second they got out of sight or never took it in the first place,” she said, brushing blonde locks from her eyes. The first three years, Fallon had been with an idiot so the only numbers she collected were from guys who didn’t care she wasn’t single or Gabe’s frat brothers. Her phone now still had their numbers saved with stupid pictures taken on nights out as reminders of the good times. Her senior year had her picking up more but it was more like a game for her than anything serious.

The Hollywood blonde didn’t mind that she didn’t get to finish out the night the way they had planned. She was just happy she got a girl’s night at all. With the way Devon adored her job and picked up all those extra shifts and assignments, it was no wonder they didn’t hang out more often! Fallon schedule was no better with the school, office hours and then lunches, dinners and too many other things for the studio. But she also thrived on a busy schedule and could easily move things around to suit her needs and whims. Plus, she was a lot happier seeing Gabe now and knowing what happened now rather than in the morning when she showed up at the guys’ apartment to find him dead tired and wide awake on the couch because of the pain. “Stop trying to help, you’re not doing a very good job at the moment,” She said, twisting her fingers together. She wasn’t nervous now that she was there and things were alright but the entire time after she’d gotten that call from Myles, she was ringing her fingers together like some sort of addict worrying about the state she would find her boyfriend in. “It washed off eventually,” she said, brushing it off with a smirk. There were plenty of questionable things happening in those four years of college that left Fallon wondering where their heads were when they thought it was a good idea back then. She wouldn’t change a minute of the time she’d spent with the guys of Pi Kappa Phi but it didn’t stop from questioning their judgement from time to time.

Fallon didn’t need a full eight hours of sleep and hadn’t really gotten more than half of that since she was a teenager. And the only times she slept that long anymore were because she was stuck in bed, sick. Her mind was awake before her eyes finally opened at the tugging on her side with the light moving she was doing to get more comfortable. Her eyes snapped open then but her concern wasn’t for herself, it was for Gabe as the memories of the night before came flooding back to her. “Hey, how are you feeling? Did you get any sleep at all?” She asked, looking up at Gabe and moving from her side so she wouldn’t tug at it any more than she already had. Yawning, Fallon sat up, pulling at the hem of her borrowed shirt. “How does coffee sound?” she asked, finally standing and reaching for the ceiling to stretch. “And where are the pots and pans and a wooden spoon?” she asked with a wicked grin, leaning over for a quick kiss. She was awake thirty seconds and already up to no good whatsoever.

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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Shaking his head, Gabe glanced quickly over at his girlfriend. “I do remember telling you countless time about Mason and his hair. It was his pride and joy and the girls really did love it, for whatever reason hair can be admired.”

[/color] He mumbled, reaching up to tug at his own messy and slightly overgrown locks. Most of the time he could be the first into one of those shared bathrooms and he was out and ready long before most of his Pi Kappa Phi brothers. It wasn’t like Gabe took a lot of time to consider his outfits and his hair was often left to do whatever it pleased; no one had been able to tame that in his whole life. At least it meant there was always one of them downstairs and ready whenever things and people began to arrive at the house and it was a little less chaotic that way. Usually, Gabe was ready long before anything kicked off and was often sitting with one of his books when the doorbell rang. “She probably got filtered under “hot nurse” or “that chick from the Deltas.” You know what they were like for names after several drinks.”[/color] Even to this day Myles would ask Gabe to clarify where the mysterious numbers had appeared from after a night out on the town.

With the exception of causing a few problems with his current job, Gabe’s injury wouldn’t leave him struggling all that much. He could easily work on his research during his time of recovery and since he was sort of an expert on crutches thanks to his bad knee and his accident prone lifestyle, he could probably head back to the museum for a few tours in a week or so. He didn’t really plan on staying there for much longer, but he also wanted another year or two before he settled into that teaching position and followed in the footsteps of his mom. There were still things he wished to write about and hopefully get published before he stood in front of one of those lecture halls and passed down his knowledge to the next generation of curious minds. “But you know I’m a clumsy idiot at the best of times. I mean, really, would you have been all that surprised if you had shown up tomorrow and found out then that I’d managed to hurt myself? This is me, we’re talking about! I hurt myself getting out of bed in the morning and usually by the time I’m making breakfast I’ve already cut myself on something or bruised my shins.”[/color] The sad part was that he wasn’t really exaggerating either. Obviously not every little accident he had resulted in a visit to the ER, but he still had something to cry “ow!” at on a daily basis. He had even taken to carrying a small first aid kit in the bag he used to carry his books to and from the campus. It was far easier to have his own than have to keep bothering the librarian or Fallon every time he slipped with something or bashed into another thing. “That is beside the point. I couldn’t cover one of them up and I’m pretty certain that my old professor thought it was more than a Fraternity joke.”[/color] Gabe said, still able to remember the wizened man’s face when he had seen the green marking and asked the young scholar about it.

Gabe had no intention of waking Fallon or anyone one else up. As far as he was concerned they could all sleep in and then have a late breakfast to share stories, reminisce and try to find whoever was still missing from the night before. It was bound to happen; someone always wound up down in Queens or somewhere they ought not to be. He was happy with his old X-Men cartoons even if he did feel exhausted and have a terrible throbbing pain through his leg. When Fallon stirred, Gabe glanced over at her, adjusted his glasses and then looked back over at the television. “Hey, morning. I’m fine and no, I didn’t. I got distracted by the guys coming in and then the X-Men were on.”[/color] He left out the mention of any pain and instead just gestured to the TV screen. Smirking, he couldn’t help himself and looked over at Fallon with a raised eyebrow. “Does that mean you’re going back to sleep? You mentioned coffee and then just passed out last night.”[/color] He teased lightly before letting out a long sigh. “If you remember, Tyler broke the wooden spoon the last time you did that trick and we never replaced it.”[/color] Gabe had his good wooden spoon in the far drawer of the kitchen, but it was his good one and if he caught anyone with it he usually interrogated them, as he did whenever anything out of that drawer was touched. He enjoyed cooking and that drawer held all of the more durable and expensive utensils that he preferred over the cheap things Myles already had before Gabe had moved in with him.
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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

“I learned my lesson, didn’t I?” Fallon huffed out, crossing her arms. “And I hope he goes bald sooner rather than later.” For Mason, even now, Fallon knew that was worse than hoping for a severe death or something equally painful. It was funny, considering the situation Fallon grew up in, the city and not to mention around the people she had, that she didn’t put a whole lot of effort into her appearance. She chose a dress at random when she was going out, she took ten minutes to complete her entire makeup look, including fixing any small mistakes she’d made. The longest time she spent was on her own hair because it took her nearly an hour to do anything at all with the blonde locks. “I would wonder what I’m in half your phones under but I’d bet money it would be “Tinkerbell”. Even keeping in contact with half your brothers, I still wouldn’t be in any of their phones under my actual name. Damn Halloween,” Fallon said, shaking her head and sounding as if she wished she could go back in time an decide not to be Tinkerbell; because after that Halloween, that was all she was called by the members of Pi Kappa Phi for the following months at least with a few just keeping at it until now. She was never going to live it down but if she were being honest, she really could find fault in it when she loved it herself.

“That only stops the group of idiots you call brothers from worrying. It doesn’t stop me,” she said on a sigh. “I’m allowed at least one irrational fear or worry. Let me have this until I find another one,” Fallon teased. She knew it was an excellent day when he went through it with only a single yelp in pain. “You could have come up with some sort of lie,” Fallon said, rolling her eyes. Of all the people in that house back then, Fallon thought Gabe might have been the only one there that couldn’t come up with some semi-believable tale to weave for their professors and parents who happened to just show up for a surprise visit. In those cases with the family, Fallon didn’t bother hiding any of the stories from Trevor. He had done so much worse than she could ever think of when he’d been attending school and he always had a boyish grin on his face and a chuckle before he continued on with his tale of the same. Her professors were a different story because of the classes she took, they almost never believed a story that a student told simply because they’d heard it all before and would hear it all again.

It was not part of her plans to fall asleep. She hadn’t actually been tired, exhausted from being in the hospital with Gabe, but not tired. She didn’t mind being in the hospital with him, especially when it seemed like she was one of the only ones that could keep Gabe down when the doctor needed to give him a shot of some sort but the least the hospital big wigs could paint the walls a different colour than the off white, more grey that they were. “Old or new x-men?” she asked, running her fingers through her hair, hoping there weren’t too many knots in the blonde locks. “Don’t be an ass. It’s too early,” Fallon said blandly, though there was a smile on her lips. “And I had every intention of getting up and making that coffee, thank you very much!” Fallon pouted, crossing her arms. “And a handless life to whomever so touches the magical wooden spoon in the far drawer,” She teased. Fallon might not have cooked very much but that hadn’t stopped her from buying the things she would need and spending the money to get what would last her a long time. She chose quality over everything else and if that cost her a little more, she couldn’t see the harm in it. Skipping off, Fallon brewed the coffee, doctoring two cups for her and Gabe. “I’ll wait to be evil,” Fallon said, holding the other mug out for Gabe before sitting down next to him and bringing her feet up. “At least until after this cup of coffee,” she added, taking a sip.

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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Gabe nodded his head thoughtfully before he decided to open his mouth again. “But that wasn’t until junior year.”

[/color] He pointed out, albeit completely unnecessary. “I think he’d have one of those hair transplants at the first sign that his hairline was receding.”[/color] He meant it as a joke, but he was legitimately convinced that if someone planted the idea in his mind that Mason might actually go ahead with such a procedure. Then someone in Mason’s family would probably hunt them down for putting such vain thoughts in the mind of a man who was already there at the best of times. Gabe was glad he wasn’t anything like that, and he still teased his brothers for their own fussing about their looks. Although he was usually just annoying Evan by saying he could count the grey hairs from across the room. Anyone would think the Fitzpatrick brothers were still teenagers if they walked in and caught them. Gabe shook his head and then looked up at Fallon with wide innocent eyes. “You’re just in mine as Fallon with a little heart after your name.”[/color] He admitted, fishing his phone out of his pocket to show her. He knew she probably didn’t need to see it, but it gave him something to do to try and take the pain off his mind.

“I don’t think they’d worry all that much in the first place. Remember when there were three of us wandering around that house with casts?”[/color] At least two played football for UCLA and had a legitimate excuse, Gabe had just slipped in the bathroom that morning after someone had showered and left a great big pool of water on the floor. “And I don’t think that qualifies as an irrational fear. Or a rational one for that matter. I think that just comes with the whole ‘being madly in love with me’ thing.”[/color] He kept a straight face and looked up at Fallon with only a serious expression on his face. Considering the fact that his knee felt like it was ready to explode at any minute, Gabe was rather proud of his attempt at humour. It was a definitely step up from the whining and grumbling he had been doing so far, though he doubted it would last very long. “Lies confuse me. And in that house you needed everyone to go along with it or they just sounded crazy. Remember Tyler’s alibi for missing his girlfriend’s sister’s wedding? I’m pretty certain we were one person away from the CIA being involved in that story. Even now I have no idea how ‘there was an accident and we were stuck in the hospital and with the police’ turned into whatever the hell she was told. At least he dumped her quick enough for us all to forget the details of it.”[/color] That relationship had been doomed from the start and almost everyone agreed with it, but by the time it ended every guy in Pi Kappa Phi had either played the role of agony uncle or had felt involved with the couple in more ways than anyone ever should have been. “Besides, there are few lies for matching green bands around your wrists.”[/color] Gabe added, shaking his head and adjusting his glasses again.

Gabe didn’t mind that Fallon had fallen asleep. It wasn’t like it was the first time that he was injured and it wasn’t like he actually needed anything. If that changed throughout the night he had crutches and had struggled with less before. It wasn’t a big deal to him and instead he took about making sure that none of his brothers woke his girlfriend up with their drunken antics. “Old, of course. The new ones just don’t have the same touch as the nineties did.”[/color] He said, shaking his head as though it was one of the major crisis’ in the world. He preferred these series to the newer ones, liked the characters more and didn’t feel confused by the twenty generations of X-Men that seemed to overlap with Wolverine just running through the middle of them all like he was to be worshipped. Gabe had never been a fan of Wolverine, much preferring Cyclops back when he was a little boy. Grinning, he glanced across at Fallon and shook his head. “Early for you maybe. I’m usually awake by now most days.”[/color] Even with the summer he was still waking up as though he had to be in the library for nine. “Exactly. Touch that spoon and find out exactly what I am capable of. I am a one legged ninja.”[/color] He didn’t need to lose or burn any more of the kitchen utensils. That would probably happen if anyone with a hangover attempted to cook breakfast anyway. Accepting the coffee with a smile, Gabe took a testing sip and then sighed contently. “Only because you know if you tried it before you’d probably regret it, too.”[/color] He teased, trying to move into another comfy position without moving his leg at all. It was difficult and he still ended up hissing in air as he shifted.
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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

“It only takes waiting once or twice to get the picture and start keeping a compact mirror in your bag,” Fallon said, brushing it away easily. It amused her more often than not whenever she would show up at the Pi Kappa Phi house and half the guys were still getting ready after Fallon went all the way back out to Malibu from campus or whatever it was she was doing, spending the hour and a half getting herself dolled up and then driving all the way back to the frat house to sit and wait. Though usually if any of the guy’s few and far between girlfriends or the flavour of the week were there and ready, music was blasting and drinks were already being poured amongst them to make sure they didn’t get bored. “Is he in New York for your torture night?” Fallon asked, rubbing her hands together mischievously. Everyone knew Fallon wasn’t the type to back away from any prank or any trouble. And tormenting Gabe’s frat brothers was a favourite pastime for the petite blonde. “Has it always?” she asked being nosy. There were a few phones belonging to the guy’s that Fallon had “borrowed” back in college and after easily hacking passwords, if there were any, changed all the contacts to movie characters, Superheroes and anything else she could think of; but none of them had belonged to Gabe.

Fallon spared Gabe a bland look. “And how many of those three broke a bone by stubbing their toe or falling over, under, up, down or on something, hmm?” Fallon asked, rhetorically because they both knew the answer to that question. “Oh, we’re trying to be a funny man now are we?” Fallon said rolling her eyes at her boyfriend. Giving in and grinning at the attempt, Fallon leaned over and pressed a quick but affectionate kiss to her boyfriend’s lips. “Yes, well, that was just ridiculous. She even asked me what was going on,” Fallon said on a sigh, remembering being caught off campus grabbing a coffee before heading to a class and being confronted because she was a regular fixture around that particular house. Lucky for her she’d had a couple projects due and hadn’t been around the Pi Kappa Phi’s for a few days so she honestly didn’t have the first clue what she was talking about until after she’d searched out Gabe and cornered him on it. As much as Fallon adored Gabe’s and Myles’s frat brothers, she actually tried to stay away from their personal lives when they had girlfriends unless she was friends with those other women; and even then, she didn’t get too involved. The ones that were single, Fallon enjoyed teasing and then playing wing woman when the situation called for the help though most of those guys were well able to pick up themselves. “Enough believable ones to work it if you know how,” she replied in a sing song tone.

If she hadn’t needed the sleep, Fallon wouldn’t have flown off to Neverland in the first place. She was usually good with pulling all-nighters and had done countless of them since she attended high school. Before that, there were late shoots and night scenes that had to be filmed at midnight and later and she had to help with this or that, fix this and yell about that to sleep. So she was crawling into bed for a couple hours nap before doing it all again the next day under the sun. But she had wanted to stay up just in case Gabe needed something and she didn’t want him hobbling around to get it himself and more, managing to break something in the process. Fallon nodded her head, completely understanding where Gabe was coming from. “The plotlines are too confusing in the newer ones,” she agreed with a sigh and a shake of her head. She watched, or at least tried to watch everything she could. Movies were her entire life since she was born basically. Trevor took her everywhere and only ever bothered with a babysitter if he was going on an actual date or had a serious meeting; and in those cases, the babysitter was usually his assistant or the receptionist because they all seemed to think Fallon was the sweetest little thing when she’d been a baby. “My first class this past year was at ten thirty so yeah, probably,” she agreed blandly. Even her office hours were pushed back to deal with her faulty sleep patterns. “I’m too lovable and adorable to hurt on purpose, Love,” Fallon teased, grinning a big cheesy smile. Fallon tilted her head to the side behind her coffee mug and pretended to think about Gabe’s remark. She was far from hung over or tired. If anything, it would annoy everyone else and possibly have the neighbours after the guy’s but she was good to go. “I’m actually okay,” she finally said, sipping her coffee carefully so she wouldn’t burn her skin. She hated hearing that hiss come from her boyfriend. It usually meant he did a hell of job mangling himself up. And though she knew he’d managed to do a serious number on his already messed up knee, she hadn’t known completely the extent of the damage. “You're never going to get comfortable now until the swelling goes down,” she thought out loud, concerned.

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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Grinning at the flood of memories that managed to come back to him in that moment, Gabe only arched his eyebrow before looking up at his girlfriend. “And then the rest of the house borrows it to fix something that’s ‘not quite right’.”

[/color] Most of the time it wasn’t quite right because another brother had messed it up or had tricked them into thinking there was a mark on their face or something in their teeth. College kids with childish minds, the Pi Kappa Phis often kept their jokes running even when there hadn’t been any need for them. Most of the time Gabe was behind the getting ready jokes, just because they amused him when he was already two drinks in and someone else was rubbing at their nose because they thought a black smudge was there. “Of course he is. He made me drink some terrible concoction of tequila and something that burns.”[/color] Gabe pulled a face at the hazy memory and gave thanks that the upside of the pain was a quicker sobering up time. It wasn’t pleasant, but at least he wasn’t some drunken Frat boy on a hospital bed with a knee not looking very knee shaped. He nodded his head and then cocked his head to the side in thought. “I think I might have removed and re-added the heart a few times over the years for, well, obvious reasons, but you’ve never needed a nickname to me.”[/color] After tonight there might be a few of his Fraternity brothers getting insulting nicknames in his contacts list, but he felt that was well deserved.

“Technically, Greg tripped over the linebacker that time.”[/color] He argued, even though he knew Fallon would say that wouldn’t count since he hadn’t been able to avoid that accident and it had been during one of the biggest games that year. “And, that time, I hadn’t fallen. I had slipped.”[/color] He added, as though it made all the difference and might actually help his cause. With a small chuckle, Gabe just nodded his head. “I thought I’d take it up for a bit.”[/color] He said with a weary sigh that came more from the pain and the whole hospital environment, rather than anything else. “I don’t even remember what she was told in the end. It just spiralled completely out of control and I don’t know how. It started off fairly reasonable.”[/color] He gave a small shrug and then leaned back again. Gabe really only helped cover for his brothers when they had legitimate excuses or crazy paranoid girlfriends who seemed to think that every text message that went without a reply meant that they were with another girl. There had been a few of them over the years and even now they still tried to work out who had dated the worst and then hoped that those girls had gotten over whatever issues had led to them being so paranoid in the first place. Gabe luckily hadn’t landed any of them; he just seemed to attract the girls who didn’t really care at all back then. “I lived on Greek Row; my professors had decided they already knew and didn’t need to know anything.”[/color] Gabe said, arching his eyebrow and shooting her a look. His professors had found a skill for taking one look and knowing the truth before relating the whole thing to some classical tale that Gabe could quote along with them.

He might have felt tired, but Gabe knew that there was a very slim chance of him getting any sleep when the pain wouldn’t ease up any. He had been here before and could cope fine with it, but it was tedious more than anything else. He could find a comfortable position to sit in where his knee wouldn’t throb so much, but after so long something else would go numb or start to ache so he’d have to move and that only jarred his knee awake and caused more grief. It wasn’t like it was anything new to him though, so Gabe just grinned and got on with things when he had to. “Plus, none of the newer characters live up to the old ones.”[/color] He didn’t like how whiny the show became over the years, with the witty lines fading away for ridiculous crossovers that were unnecessary and far too many plots where everyone died several times over, only to then stroll back in a few months later like nothing had happened. The old ones were timeless and it was always a nice surprise to catch a television channel airing them again. Not that it really mattered; Gabe had them all on DVD. “I’m sure your students thanked you for that.”[/color] He smirked, remembering half of the zombie-like college students he encountered when he was making his way through the campus to claim his usual corner of the library. “You’d think that, but I can do without you being the reason I lose any of my cooking utensils.”[/color] Gabe said casually, shrugging as though he only partially agreed with her. Looking across at Fallon, he nodded his head and then winced as he tried to settle again. “It’s tough to get comfortable with it at the best of times.”[/color] He admitted, dropping his head to the back of the couch for a second. “It’ll be bad for a few days, at least. Last time it was over a week.”[/color] He said, sipping at his coffee and then looking down at his rough knee, wondering just how many more incidents like this it could take.
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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Being ready before the guys was a nightmare most of the time. And everyone knew it. But it was even worse double checking makeup or hair and the mirror being pulled from your hands mid fix. It had only happened once by any of the guys when Fallon had the small compact in her hands; after that, they learned to wait until she was finished, even if it took her twenty minutes of just looking like she was using the mirror for the hell of it. “But they waited their turns with that,” Fallon said, shaking her head. Fallon almost didn’t want to know what the hell the guys of Pi Kappa Phi got up to during their night of Fraternity fun but what she’d heard already, it was the usual hijinks that ensued whenever the lot of them gathered for any sort of meeting. “With what I know, I’m guessing it was just more tequila,” the blonde professor said sarcastically. Fallon’s heart warmed at the obvious affection that just that little heart at the end of her name in Gabe’s contact list meant. “I love you,” she said, leaning in to steal a quick kiss from her boyfriend.

Fallon looked at Gabe like he was ridiculous, which considering their conversations half the time, he might just be; but in those cases, she was, too and could happily and quite easily admit to it. “Doesn’t count and you know it,” she said, dryly. Greg’s accident had the school taking a pretty big blow for the rest of the season but they’d managed, barely without him. Gabe’s accident had nothing to do with sports or any sort of dangerous activity whatsoever. “Sorry, let me just add that to my list for the next lecture,” Fallon said, each word heavy with sarcasm. The blonde professor could only sigh and think at least he wasn’t being one of those patients who screamed and yelled and fought with everyone around him. “Perks you right up, doesn’t it?” she asked with a smile playing on her glossed lips. Thinking back Fallon probably should have been one of those paranoid girls, but she had enjoyed her freedom just a little too much. At the time, she had liked that she wasn’t being crowded or made to check in every thirty seconds. She had always hated people like that and had never wanted to be in a relationship like that. In the end, she had been single in a relationship for too long but none of that mattered now; the things that happened at UCLA, back in Los Angeles should just stay there and in the past. “With you lot, going to the corner Starbucks for a sandwich would turn into some sort of SWAT mission.”

Of all the things Fallon had loved about UCLA, the frat house she spent most of her time in came first, always but her classes, surprisingly came second and everything else followed. Her professors didn’t quite know how to take Fallon and the projects and assignments she handed in were definitely something to think about. They had always said the best work came from the heart, from experience and did she ever give them tales to raise their brows over! “My professors enjoyed my tales and most of them still couldn’t figure out if I was telling the truth or making something up by the time I decided to move here,” Fallon admitted, laughing. She had always been good in her classes and some of the true stories she did tell were so completely ridiculous, they really couldn’t have been real. She wouldn’t have believed it herself if it hadn’t actually happened to her. The few professors she still kept in touch with at UCLA would still ask her about this assignment or that project because even after all these years, they couldn’t quite figure it out. And Fallon didn’t help them in any way with her responses, she liked keeping them guessing, it was funny knowing they were sitting at their desks reading over old student’s things and just shaking their heads at her work.

“My favourites were waking up early for a shoot somewhere and catching an episode of the original Spiderman. Trev and I would sit there singing along to the theme song. We were terrible so early in the morning but it was hilarious,” Fallon reminisced, laughing at the memory her words brought to mind. There had only been a few days like that, but they had been good ones and she loved the little moments like that when it was just them and not Trevor Flynn, Producer and Fallon Flynn, Personal Assistant. It was just Trev and Fallon, uncle and niece, relaxing before the day ahead of them took its’ toll. “They did,” She said, laughing because she knew she had needed the extra couple hours before class to pretend like she hadn’t been out drinking the night before. Though, part of that time had been spent in her office double checking her classes, projects and grades while trying to fit in some sort of exercise. “Unlike the rest of the heathens in here this morning, I could run out as soon as the stores have opened and buy a new one. Most of these dolts are going to need sunglasses to find the bathroom,” she said, sticking her tongue out at her boyfriend because she could. “I really hate this,” she muttered, curling in a little closer to Gabe’s side, afraid of jostling him more.

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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Gabe had enjoyed mocking his brothers about their habits when it came to getting ready for one of their parties. They were so obsessed with how they looked compared to each other, or if they would clash. When the party had a theme then it wasn’t wholly uncommon for there to be at least one person getting ready from early in the morning, just to ensure that their costume was perfect. “With you, maybe, but there was a reason that Myles kept calling Britney over early to our parties. She spent more time with a mirror in her hand than she did a drink.”

[/color] He shook his head at the memories. If there had been a need for her now then he was certain Myles would have been able to sweet talk her into coming to New York. Instead, they just had a couple of mirrors ‘decorating’ the place even if they didn’t need them! Gabe shuddered at the thought of the night he had just survived and crinkled his nose in disgust. “Damn stuff is battery acid.”[/color] He grumbled. He had never been a fan of tequila, but he also knew that arguing with his brothers last night or requesting something different would have only resulted in more grief for him. Grinning against her lips, Gabe reached up to brush the hair from her face. “I could put two hearts.”[/color] He suggested with a playfully hopeful look in his dark eyes. “I love you, too.”[/color] Stealing another soft kiss, Gabe wished he could have set Fallon in his lap for cuddles, but he had a feeling his leg might not be up for that.

He knew she wouldn’t accept his argument, and had known it the second before he had even said it. That was the fun in their conversations though; reminding each other of the silly things and trying to make them all relevant. “He thought it counted. He even said that he had learnt it from me.”[/color] There had been quite the banter in the kitchen when the guys came down for breakfast and it looked like they had stumbled into a hospital’s emergency department rather than the place they found food. “You should already know better.”[/color] He teased, shaking his head and feigning disappointment. There was no doubt about it; the Pi Kappa Phi brothers had pretty interesting imaginations. Their stories proved it! It saved their asses and also landed them in hot water too many times than they cared to think about. “In that situation it would probably be all of us dressed as a SWAT team to save someone from a bad date. It was bad enough that Greg had us running around pretending that someone had burgled his room just so he could leave that blonde at the bar. Y’know, after he actually decided she wasn’t so bad and started dating her she kept coming to the house and shaking her head at us all? Apparently we should have been ashamed that we let someone ‘steal’ Greg’s things!”[/color] He used the appropriate air quotes and then chuckled as another memory came back to the front of his mind. “I remember Myles nearly telling her the truth one night after she said his iPod looked suspiciously like Greg’s! Greg’s was hidden in my room since he wasn’t supposed to have it.”[/color] Antics got out of hand easily, but they also made for some of the funniest memories.

Chuckling softly, Gabe pushed his tangled, unruly hair back from his face. “I always had X-Men on first thing in the morning. If my brothers reached for the control I would scream at them.”[/color] He had been a little kid back then and those were the days when the three brothers would fight and shout over the smallest thing with each other. How his parent’s coped with the three of them, Gabe didn’t know, but they had all come through childhood unscathed and got along now, well, at least they did most of the time. They still enjoyed tormenting each other on the odd occasion when an opportunity arose and then their mom usually intervened with one of her looks and a few scolding words that made them all feel like little kids again. Shaking his head again, Gabe looked across at her and shot her a look. “I don’t want a new one. I like the one I have.”[/color] He said simply, acting as though they were talking about something more than a cooking utensil. “They’ll be fine. They’ve been dealing with this crap since they were eighteen. I’m pretty sure if they could get a diploma in Hangover Sciences they would all have them by now.”[/color] There would be brilliant zombie impressions and complaints, but it would be nothing new for the lot of them! He wrapped his arm around Fallon and held her as close as he could. He felt bad for everything since last night and wished that it could all go away again. He hadn’t meant to go and mangle his knee or cut her night out short. “I know, and I’m sorry.”[/color] He whispered sincerely, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of her head and cuddling her the best that he could without inflicting more pain on himself.
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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon had always loved hanging around with Gabe and his brothers. They made her feel like she was one of them, like the family she never really had. There had always only been her and Trevor as the constants. Trevor had assistants longer than he had girlfriends so there had never been an “aunt” around. But with the guys, she felt like she had brothers; people to tease and torment, to give and get advice from, even if it was unwanted. “And do you know what she’ll look like in ten more years because she caked her face and had to check on it every thirty seconds?” Fallon asked, blandly. She could never understand why girl’s needed to hide behind layers and layers of makeup. They would just become crater faces when they were older and have to wear even more to hide them! Fallon had tended to stay away from Britney whenever she was around the house. All that makeup had Fallon biting her tongue whenever they were in the same room so she took herself out of the equation because the last thing that house needed was a cat fight. “It’s not for everyone,” Fallon admitted, hiding her smirk behind her hand. Tequila was her go to drink whenever she was out and her own bar was stocked with at least two bottles at all times so she knew she wouldn’t run out. But she also enjoyed other drinks when she was out, depending on the situation she was in. Fallon couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “That is entirely up to you,” she said, grinning.

“Just no,” Fallon said, keeping a straight face. She had lost count how many time she held her breath walking into the Pi Kappa Phis house in case there was another guy propped up on crutches or if it was just the usual culprit. Fallon brushed Gabe’s remark away because he was right and she wasn’t about to admit that out loud. The bland looks she had given out in college were some of the best, but she hadn’t been there for quite a few things that were look worthy. This time had been one of them and she was actually glad that was the case. Not because she would have told the girl the truth, though she probably would have but because she didn’t think her look was strong enough to convey how she would have felt in the moment. Calling them idiots or anything else just didn’t seem to hit them as it should have. “Was she the epitome of a dumb blonde… because iPod’s only come in certain colours,” she said with a sigh for that girl’s future or lack thereof. There was definitely no Nobel Prize in her future that was for sure.

She and Trevor had been lucky if they didn’t sleep through alarms or wake up calls after late night shoots. But when one of them woke up before the usual hour for those old shows, they woke the other up and watched before getting on with the day ahead of them. “But you always knew what time it was on,” she said, smiling. She never got bored of hearing about Gabe’s childhood. It was so different from her own that she loved the stories. “We were pretty lucky if we managed to wake up and catch the new cartoons or if we were even in for them.” When she was smaller, Fallon had stayed with an assistant until she was awake and then she was fed, dressed and off to the set with everyone else. When she got older, she woke up with Trevor, ate and grabbed coffees then headed out with him to set and work or the trailer they used for studies. “I’m going out later and buying a couple spoons to keep around to hit pots with,” Fallon warned with a wicked gleam in her blue eyes. “Actually I might run out earlier for better coffee,” she said making a face. It would do for now but she was seriously thinking about running out really quick just for a coffee from the corner café. Fallon leaned over to set the mug on the table before wrapping her arms around her boyfriend. “You have nothing to be sorry about. I just hate that you’re in pain,” she said, leaning back enough to look up at Gabe.

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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Despite starting UCLA with no plans whatsoever to join a Fraternity, Gabe honestly couldn’t imagine what his college experience might have been like without the Pi Kappa Phi house and the characters inside of it. They definitely made each day something to remember and there were too many memories that had him in fits of laughter even now. Plus, despite the slightly disastrous outcome of this evening, he did enjoy the crazy nights out that still happened whenever they all came back together. “Probably the same as she did back then because she’ll have married someone who can afford the plastic surgery to make it so?”

[/color] College brought some great people into his life, but there were also plenty who Gabe would rather forget, or who he still couldn’t understand. Most of the college girls came into that category, mainly thanks to the amount of preening and grooming they always seemed to be doing. He couldn’t understand it himself, but then he seemed to resemble a mad scientist at the best of times. “It’s for torturing people.”[/color] He grumbled, his dislike for the taste having lasted for years by now. Gabe wasn’t like some people who simply had a bad memory of a drink and so never touched it again. When it came to tequila he had hated it since his first sip of it.

Gabe shrugged and pushed his hair out of his face, ignoring the fact that it probably stuck out more now. “She wasn’t exactly a fan of the Pi Kappa Phis. I have no idea why she kept coming over so much when every time she liked to remind us of how we were either terrible brothers or how we had terrible taste in…well, everything.”[/color] If his memory served him correctly, they had thrown a party when Greg had finally broken up with the girl. Luckily, with the amount of parties thrown by their house and the others on Greek Row, no one found it suspicious that there were sudden invites less than three hours before the party happened and only an hour after Greg told them that the girl was gone and done with.

“Of course I did. I never missed an episode.”[/color] He grinned proudly, as though it was one of the highlights of his childhood. It was definitely a highlight of his childhood mornings and even now he was filled with a feeling of nostalgia whenever he caught an old episode on television. Having the DVDs was definitely easier than having to wait for the rare airings of the classic episodes, but they didn’t carry quite the same buzz. “So long as they’re your spoons. The guys have broken me enough without needing to break my belongings, too.”[/color] He joked, adjusting the glasses he always wore and then stifling a yawn. Gabe was definitely feeling the exhaustion now, but he knew that even a nap was unlikely right now; his knee was just too much of a bother. “You’ll turn into a cup of coffee one of these days.”[/color] He teased, pressing a feather light kiss to the tip of Fallon’s nose. He shrugged slightly and then pulled a carefree face. “I’m used to being in pain by now.”[/color] He said honestly. It wasn’t the greatest thing to be used to, but he was used to it and he doubted anything would change his clumsy ways after twenty-five years of tripping, falling and injuring himself in crazy ways.
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