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Wade finally finished telling her story to Rembrandt. She'd started at the very beginning, going all the way back to the feelings she'd had for Quinn before they'd started sliding. It'd taken her a while, and it was only when she finished talking did she noticed that she'd consumed her entire plate of blueberry pancakes. She hadn't realized how hungry she'd been until then.

"Uhmm... well, " Rembrandt started, as he savored his last piece of extra crispy bacon. "I have to say, I'm not suprised," he added, through a mouthful of bacon.

Wade just looked at him. Had her feelings over the last few days been that transparent? She was about to ask him, when he swallowed the last of the bacon and continued with his thoughts.

"I mean, it seems pretty obvious to me that you both have some unresolved feelings for each other. You might just be too close to it to see it, but, " he said, as Wade opened her mouth to lodge some sort of protest, "I'm not. I notice the way Q-Ball looks at you when he thinks you aren't looking, or the way he acts when something's up with you."

"He's just being concerned," Wade stated. "I mean, that ship, for me anyway, has long since sailed. He's got Maggie now..." she said, her voice trailing off.

"What?! What in the world makes you think he's carrying that big of a torch for Maggie?" Rembrandt asked.

"First of all," Wade responded, ticking off the answers on her fingers, "look at her. She's not exactly the kind of woman men don't respond to. Second, look at all the things Quinn's done that have put you and me, as well as himself, at risk for her. Remember that time that alien thing got inside her and attacked the both of you? He was perfectly willing to bring her along, despite the fact that she'd already attacked you, him and me, and had also killed a couple of people! That, in addition to the fact that he refused to let us go home the last time we had the chance, 'cause he was so hell bent on helping her. Third, look at the two of them together. He's always deferring to her opinion, being so worried about what's going to happen to her, all that stuff. He just wants to be around her all the time. Ever notice how he always goes with her when we split up? Plus, he's always coming down on me when she and I disagree--like I'm instigating all these fights with her!" She looked questioningly at Rembrandt, as if to ask if continuing was necessary.

"Well," Rembrandt started, ticking off his answers on his fingers in perfect imitation of Wade, "first of all, yes Maggie is a good looking woman, but all I have to say is you know Quinn better than that. He's not going to base anything important solely on what someone looks like. Second, yeah, he's probably risked himself for her a few times, but no more than he's done for you and I . Sure, I wasn't thrilled when he wanted to bring her along with that alien inside, but you know Quinn. If he'd left her behind, they'd have killed her and no way could he have lived with that. Even though you aren't Maggie's biggest fan, I don't think you could've lived with that either-- despite what you're getting ready to say", he said pointing at Wade as she once again opened her mouth in protest.

Rembrandt signaled for the check as he continued. "As far as being with her all the time, that's just silly. If we've gotta split up, he goes with her as a matter of safety. He knows that the two of them could handle things better than you and he could. He's not as worried about you when he knows you're with me. If you went off with him, he'd spend all his time worrying about protecting you--and not because he thinks you can't take care of yourself. He worries about you because he cares about you. Remember that time you got mixed up with Derek? You should've seen Quinn," Rembrandt said, shaking his head at the memory. "He was so mixed up between being worried about you and being jealous that you were with another guy that he didn't know if he was coming or going! Which brings me back to my original point--you're too close to the situation to see things like that."

"Besides," Rembrandt added, as he deposited enough money on the table to cover both the check and the tip, "Quinn is not going to give up the chance to go home over something like this. Especially if he knew how you felt--the things you told me."

"So, you think I'm being stupid?" Wade asked, as Rembrandt slid out of the booth at which they'd been sitting.

"No, girl, I don't. What I do think is you haven't been honest with Quinn. You can't expect him to read your mind." Rembrandt said.

"What are you suggesting I should do?" asked Wade, looking up at him from the table.

Rembrandt looked at her. "You keep saying that you want to wait till we get home to say anything. I say, why wait? We're planning going home tomorrow."

"So..." Wade said, more of a question than a statement.

"So, girl, you gotta be honest with the guy. Tell him exactly how you feel. If he doesn't return those feelings, at least you'll know where you stand. That's got to be better than not knowing." Rembrandt said.

Wade sighed. She knew what Rembrandt was saying was true--she had to be up front with Quinn. Still, as she thought about Quinn and what he might feel for Maggie and might not feel about her, she had to wonder if knowing the truth was all it was cracked up to be.

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