A/N: Hey guys! I basically wrote this on a whim after suffering a withdrawal of Otis/Maeve from the heartbreaking season 2 finale. Hope y'all enjoy it!

It hits her immediately. Those pale blue eyes. That along with the distinct voice in the background,

"Ladies & Gentlemen, one last applause for our Ted Talk speaker today, Otis Milburn."

He walks backstage, where she has been patiently waiting for her talk which was next, his words from 6 years ago that she still lives by today. "On time is late" Those words were still ingrained in her head from the time they had dated, and ever since then she had shown up to every appointment, every date, and every event early.

She refocuses and gazes over at him, and his eyes waver over to her. A flash of recognition passes by them, but he staggers for a second. He opens his mouth but shuts it again, gulping like a goldfish. She smirks, reminded of the times he had nervously done the same gesture when they were in secondary school.

Out of nowhere, she speaks. "Otis Milburn?"

He would have recognized that voice anywhere. The familiar nose ring, the jagged nails that came from her unhealthy habits when she was stressed. The layered necklaces. He faltered. It couldn't be. Not after 6 years. Not after leaving each other for uni. He watched her lips move, his name come out of her mouth.

He snapped back into earth, realizing that he was probably awkwardly standing there.

"Maeve Wiley?" he asked, astonished.

"The one and only," she replies, with her usual smirks.

"What are you doing here?" she blurts. Wow, idiot she thinks. Obviously giving a Ted Talk. Like you're about to? What the fuck Wiley, play it cool.

But she couldn't. Even though they had ended on amicable terms at the end of secondary school, there was still a part of her that became nervous around him. The familiar butterflies arose from her stomach, and she snarled internally, wanting to beat each and every one of them up.

"Oh, me?"

"No, I'm asking the wall dickhead."

A smile arose on Otis's face, reminiscing on Maeve's familiar term of affection.

"Well, I was invited to give a Ted Talk. I recently started a clinic. It's sort of a sex therapy & therapy clinic for children through video games. I wrote a book about it and it kinda blew up so hence the invite." Otis added with a set of jazz hands. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet doing a relaxed dance of the feet by moving them up and down. His hands were in his pockets, and Maeve noticed his suit. It was quite different from the "Casual Hamm" outfits he used to wear. Instead, this one was a simple gray and white, which seemed like it was tailored to fit him, fashionable almost, Maeve thought.

Realizing that she was probably doing the gaping now, she smiled and replied.

"Wow! That's really cool."

Maeve knew that she probably should have said something more, such as congratulations and a joke about how his sex therapy skills were coming in handy. However, she couldn't stop staring at him. Her brain was running a 1000 kilometres per hour and there were at least a million thoughts racing inside. Just the sheer unpredictability of finding him and on a Ted Talk stage out of all of places. The ways his pale blue eyes were glittering in the minimal lighting backstage. Her brain had also decided this was the perfect time to unlock all the memories from 6th form. The ones with him kissing down her neck were doing an annoying flash in her head. Their first time. The way the suit fitted him well. Really well over his shoulders which had broadened. There was a hint of some muscle, which was surprising as well. Was he working out? Was Otis fucking Milburn, the gangly skinny nobody from Moordale working out?

She quickly snapped out of it as her brain processed that he had said something to her.

"Whot?" she asked, emphasizing on the "a" as she did when she was feeling particularly emotional.

"I said, what brings you to the magical land of Ted and his Talks?" he asked with a grin.

God, that grin. That fucking grin. Cute Otis was back, she decided. Fuck, he asked me something you idiot. Get it together, Wiley!

"Oh, you know the usual. Just released a book and you know, they thought it was fine and shit. Apparently, having a PhD at 24 helps as well." She mentioned casually. Maeve was trying to play it off nonchalantly, but there was nothing nonchalant about being the youngest professor ever at UCL. That and the fact that she had just published a book which happened to reach the top of the New York Times Bestselling List in under a week.

"God, that's amazing! I always knew that you would be famous," Otis adds with a wink.

Their conversation is interrupted by a stagehand, who yells "Maeve Wiley on stage in 5"

"Shit, I have to go. See you around?"

"Yeah, I better get going as well. See you around!"

Eric and Adam meet up with Otis outside of the auditorium. Otis notices Eric jumping up and down, probably plaguing Adam with all his excited thoughts.

"OTIS, MY MAN, MY OATCAKE! YOU DID IT! YOUR FIRST EVER TED TALK! WHAT'S IT LIKE BEING FAMOUS BABY?" Eric yelled enthusiastically as he enveloped Otis in a hug, slapping his shoulder at the same time. Otis let out a few struggling gasps, his breathing erratic from the friendly beating Eric was giving them.

"It was rather good, but you know the smacks you are giving me is really hard to breathe right now," Otis muttered. "Thanks for coming to support me, I hope I wasn't too boring."

"I WOULDN'T HAVE MISSED IT FOR THE WORLD!" Eric screamed. The people entering the lecture hall were staring very pointedly at him, but London Eric couldn't give a damn. "At least this time there were no mentions of stars and moons, or you know declarations of unrequited love." Eric gave him one of his iconic winks, giving him a sideways glance.

Otis smiled at the memory. He did have an unusual track record with speeches. His brain still hadn't completely processed the fact that he had just met Maeve. His thoughts were buzzing around his head like an annoying bee and along with that, the adrenaline from giving his first ever "famous" lecture were leading his brain to signal what was exceedingly similar to his symptoms of a panic attack.

"COME ON, WE HAVE TO GO GET LUNCH. YOU DO REMEMBER YOU PROMISED US THAT WE'D GET SOMETHING PROPER TO EAT IF WE DIDN'T FALL ASLEEP. AND ABSOLUTELY NO NANDOS OTIS," Eric demanded.

"EARTH TO OATCAKE. EARTH TO OATCAKE," Eric said as he snapped his fingers in front of Otis's face.

Otis came back to Earth and made a decision on impulse. "You know what? I'll meet y'all for dinner. I have something to do."

"OTIS, OTIS! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?! YOU HAVE THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE, YOU HEAR ME? THAT LOOK. DO NOT DO ANYTHING STUPID, MY SKIN IS TOO CLEAR RIGHT NOW FOR IT TO BREAK OUT FROM DEALING WITH YOUR PROBLEMS! OTIS ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?"

"I'll see y'all soon!" and with that Otis disappeared running, no, tripping his way back into the lecture hall.

Eric turned to Adam, who had stood there throughout the entire interaction like a stone. Eric gave Adam the exasperated "This man is crazy" look and took his arm.

"Men," Adam added sympathetically, his only addition to the odd conversation that had taken place.

"Adam, you are a man,"Eric said.

"No, I'm bi." Adam said, casual as ever.

"Oh my god, I swear the both of you are why I have these grey hairs on my head."

"You're bald, Eric."

"IT'S THE PRINCIPLE ADAM, THE PRINCIPLE. LAWD HAVE MERCY I THINK I'M GOING INSANE."

A/N: Thank you for reading through all that! Please tell me if you enjoyed it and if I should continue. I personally suck at characterization and describing things so all feedback is appreciated!