You know by now that I don't own them right?

In my little corner of the world Kim never left Tommy and they lived happily ever after...ok, maybe not happily ever after but you get the picture. I got this idea from an email I recived a while back...on with the fic!

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Kim heaved a sigh as she unlocked the front door and stepped into the dark house. After an exhausting day at work all she wanted to do was take a long hot bath, but as she switched on the light she discovered that her plans were ruined.

"Whoa," she said stepping around a huge pile of empty soda bottles and pizza boxes.

The house was a wreck; it literally looked like a tornado had recently blown through. The lamp by the couch lay on the floor, its table upended. Boxes and bottles littered the floor, and there were piles of clothes lying in heaps around the room, clothes that Kim could have sworn she had just washed the day before.

Looks like somebody forgot what day it is, she thought as she spotted a lump on the couch, half buried under a mountain of clothes. "Tommy Oliver," she hissed, placing her hands on her hips.

Tommy turned over but didn't wake, even when his makeshift blanket lost several layers as the mutinous shirts fell disparagingly to the floor. Kim walked over to the couch and cleared her throat dramatically.

"Tommy Oliver!"

"Huh," he asked, sitting up and dumping the remaining shirts on the floor.

"What happened here," asked Kim pointing to the living room.

Tommy shrugged before lying down once more.

"Tommy…"

"Jase came over, and Adam. You know how they are," he said evasively.

"No, but I know how you are," mumbled Kim.

Tommy reached up and pulled Kimberly onto the couch with him. "I'll clean it up in the morning, I promise," he said closing his eyes and feigning sleep.

Kim reached over and brushed a stray strand of hair out of Tommy's face. She couldn't be mad at him, no matter how much of a mess he had made, or at the fact that he had obviously forgotten their anniversary, again. Besides, she'd have fun watching him clean it up in the morning. She dislodged herself from Tommy's arms and walked into the kitchen. It was the only room in the house that she thought would have been in a bigger mess than the living room, but she was pleasantly shocked when she saw that is was sparking clean, and in the middle of the pristine kitchen stood a vase of roses.

The card attached to the vase read: To Kimberly, Love Tommy. Kim flipped it open and read the neat print on the inside.

Happy Anniversary! I bought you a dozen roses because I know they are you favorite. (No, I didn't forget this time) I'll love you until the last one dies.

Love Tommy.

Kim smiled and sniffed the flowers, but as her nose rubbed against something hard she thought back to what the card had said.

I'll love you until the last one dies…

"Tommy," she said reentering the living room with the vase, "I…" she trailed off. The mess that had been there minuets before was mostly gone. Tommy stood by the door with a bag of trash behind his back.

"I see you found the roses," he said running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah and the card. There's just one thing about it though."

"What," asked Tommy dropping the trash and putting his arms around her waist.

"One of the roses is fake."

Tommy smiled and took the card from her," well I guess that means I'll love you forever. Happy Anniversary," he said as he kissed her soundly.

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