Author's Note: It's been over a year since I posted that first part of the story, and I decided that I wanted to add a little more to it.

Abbey walked home slowly, her mind lost in pointless musings. She walked up the stairs to her apartment and went inside, leaning against the door and letting her coat, keys, and book bag slip from her hands.

Millicent Griffith walked into the living room on her way to the kitchen. She looked at her roommate and gave her a questioning look. "What's going on with you?"

"I met someone," Abbey replied simply. Her eyes weren't quite focused on anything in particular.

A bright smile caused Millie's eyes to crinkle up. "Oh did you? Did you neck in the library like you always say you're going to?" Millie always laughed with Abbey pointed out various parts of the library that she found to be particularly romantic and secluded, always noting that she'd love to find a guy to take there.

Abbey blinked to reality. "No, not like that. He's a priest."

"Oh my god, Abbey!" Millie scolded.

"I mean, not yet. He's in the Theology department. He's studying to be a priest. And it's a shame, really. He was very good looking. A little awkward, but smart and funny and he had these eyes bluer than the sky. And great hair. Really great hair," Abbey gushed.

"Well, he's not a priest yet. I bet you can take him to some corner of the library before he takes his vows. Show him what he's giving up," Millie teased.

Abbey shook her head as she gathered her things off the floor. "No, I'm not going to do that. He's not one of those kind of guys. And besides, this is a huge school. I'll probably never see him again." She walked into her room. Millie just shrugged and went to the kitchen.

Later that evening, the whole school was in the football stadium for the pep rally. Jed had gone with his friend Frank, who lived in the apartment next door. They bonded over their mutual love of chess. Jed was much better, but he enjoyed playing, regardless of the fact that Frank's moves were always very predictable; the conversation was much more interesting than the game between them.

"Jed, you okay? You've been quiet. I haven't heard one useless fact from you tonight," Frank noted.

Jed was distracted, but he pushed those green eyes out of his mind. "Did you know that the word 'twelve' is from the Old English 'twelf,' referring to two left after ten?"

"There's my guy!" Frank laughed. "Why do you know Old English?"

Jed shrugged. "I like languages. It's interesting. When I was fourteen, my grandfather gave me a copy of The Canterbury Tales in the original Middle English, so I learned that and moved on from there."

"You're very strange, and I kinda like it."

After a brief pause, Jed casually asked, "Do you know anyone in the Biology department?"

Frank gave him a strange look. "I don't know. Maybe. Why?"

Trying to play it off as though it weren't a big deal, Jed replied, "I met a Bio major today and I'd like to see her again."

"Her?" Frank asked, surprised that his soon-to-be priest neighbor was interested in a girl.

"She was interesting. I liked talking to her."

"Was she pretty?"

Jed rolled his eyes. "Aren't you engaged?"

"Yeah, but I'm asking for you. I'm just curious if that's even something you look for, Father."

Jed hesitated slightly before answering. "She's extremely pretty but that's not really relevant to my wanting to see her again," he insisted.

"If you say so," Frank replied dubiously. "But I'll ask around for you. What's her name?"

"Abbey Barrington. She's a sophomore, pre-med."

It took almost two weeks for Jed to find out that Abbey would be going to a fraternity party just down the block from his apartment building. Frank and his fiancée, Linda, decided to go, if only to see ultra-religious Jed Bartlet talk to a girl.

Abbey had dragged Millie to this frat party because she desperately needed to get out of the house. She'd been thinking far too much about the attractive Theology student she'd met in the library. But that was a waste of time. It was time for Abbey to get out and meet someone and have some fun.

She and Millie were a few drinks in and dancing happily when she saw him standing in the corner, watching her with a smile on his face. Abbey grabbed Millie's arm and whispered in her ear that Jed Bartlet, future priest, was at the party. Millie looked over and laughed, commenting that Abbey wasn't wrong in saying he was good-looking. As far as Millie could tell, it was a shame that he had no interest in dating anyone.

Abbey went over to him. "You thought you'd just stare at me instead of saying hello?"

"You looked like you were having such a good time. I didn't want to interrupt."

"Do you want to dance?" she asked, gesturing back to the dance floor.

He shook his head. "No, I'm not much of a dancer." Jed actually quite enjoyed dancing, but he didn't like the idea of putting himself or Abbey in a compromising position.

She cocked her head slightly, regarding him curiously.

But before she could say anything, the song changed. Jed exclaimed, "Frank Sinatra!"

Abbey grinned. "You a fan?"

"I know all the words to all his songs." Just to prove it, Jed began singing along, somewhat off-key to In the Cool, Cool, Cool of the Evening.

With a loud, throaty laugh, Abbey started joining in as well. By the time the song was over, Jed and Abbey had gone out to the patio to talk without all the ambient noise. They moved on from sharing favorite Sinatra songs to discussing bible passages, when Jed mentioned that music was the original form of the Psalms.

"Do you have a favorite Psalm?" Abbey asked.

He thought for a moment. "I don't know if I have a favorite. I do like Psalm 9. 'I will praise You, Lord, with all my heart. I will tell all Your wonders. I will rejoice and exult in You, singing a hymn to Your name, O Most High.'"

Abbey nodded. "I do like that one. Though I think my favorite is Psalm 18."

"Any particular part? That one is a little long."

"My favorite part would have to be 'You have given me the shield of Your protection. Your right hand has sustained me, Your care has made me great. You have let me stride on freely; my feet have not slipped,'" Abbey recited.

Jed was surprised at her knowledge of scripture. He wouldn't have expected it. "I'm going to be giving a part of the sermon at the chapel on Sunday. Would you like to come?"

Abbey smiled. "I would love to."

Jed felt his face grow slightly warm, but he did his best to ignore it, deciding to instead ask if Abbey had an opinion on Psalm 41. She did.