"You never realized what?"

Her cold, blue eyes opened. Small white flakes fell from her lashes, melting once they hit the fabric of her dress. Her face was dripping, pale, and slightly blue, but Enoch couldn't care less. All he cared about was that his Olive was okay.

Then Enoch smiled. Not a smug smile, not an annoyed smile, not a forced smile. A real, genuine smile. The kind that was rare to find on Enoch.

Olive leaned forward and wrapped her still cold arms around Enoch's neck. His sweater felt damp, and so did his neck, but he didn't care. Nothing mattered, not the fact that Jake and Emma could be dying right this minute, not the fact that Barron was with them, not the fact that there could be a hollow in there with them.

Wait. A hollow.

. . .

She couldn't make it to the pier fast enough. Olive had slipped multiple times. How Miss Peregrine managed to hold both the Twins' hands and Claire on her hip was still a mystery to Olive.

"Come on, hurry!"

She tried her best to keep everyone in a line in front of her, attempting to keep them safe from the Wight that resided within the cellar at Blackpool Tower. The thought of Enoch, Jake, and Emma alone in there with a dangerous man was a thought Olive couldn't even handle. She couldn't fathom it. She needed to distract herself.

Olive has very bad ways of distracting herself.

. . .

"Those of us who are leaving." Emma said. Enoch could faintly hear her. He heard her heavy steps making their way up the stairs. Jake was coming. He knew it. Enoch was no idiot.

Making his way out the door, he joined the large group of children that were currently walking towards the loop entrance. Jake pushed ahead and stood next to the entrance. Enoch watched as his brothers and sisters bid the other peculiar a final farewell.

He felt a pang of respect for Jake Portman, for he HAD just saved Enoch's life. Twice.

Olive, who stood in front of him, pulled herself in for a hug. Enoch watched as she buried her face into Jake's chest before pulling away from him with a frown.

Enoch had since decided that he wasn't going to hug Jake. He instead stood just in front of the boy, then stuck out his hand and pulled his face into somewhat of a poker face. Jake took the calloused hand, shaking it briefly.

Olive stood inside the entrance, hand outstretched to him slightly. Enoch slipped his hand into hers, a faint blush flickering on and off his face. "Thank you." She whispered into his ear.

"Why do you need to thank me?" Enoch whispered back.

"Because, you saved my life."

. . .

Olive looked up at the boy that had saved her life. She had a feeling that Enoch would be a lot nicer this time, bird willing.

"Enoch?" She muttered, voice barely above a whisper. "Yes?" He whispered back. Olive reached her hands up, grasping Enoch's face between them. She rose up, till she was just inches away from his face, and…

Enoch wrapped his arms around her small frame. He set his face atop her head, cradling her close to his chest.

"Olive," he breathed, his voice a breathy whisper. "Olive, I-I-I never told you how much you mean to me. I guess you could say that I never realized it."

Enoch let out a small, feeble chuckle. Tears had gathered in his eyes, and Olive smiled as one slithered out.

"Enoch, I hope that you know that isn't funny."

Enoch wrapped his hand around hers, a smile flitting on and off his face. Millard called for them to hurry, but Olive paid him no attention.

'"Really? I found my joke very funny."

Olive giggled. "Well, not necessarily…"

That's the end! It was shorter than I thought…sorry. But hey! A sequel will be out! It will be titled 'The Adventures of The Children From the Ends of the Earth'. It will be about various children, and will state my opinions on canon X OC shipping. Welp, have a wonderful day!