Okay, so this fic is based on that one scene (ONE!!!!) with Remus/Tonksy goodness. When she said "sweetheart" I literally started hopping in my chair, grinning and hissing "We get a term of endearment!" Ask my friends, they were laughing at me. She looked gorgeous in this movie, and Remus was all mad and angsty, and Tonks was all sweet and domestic and couple-y and YAY! This is easily the fastest fic I've ever posted--exteme geek moments have a way of inspiring, don't they? Especially in movie-form.

"Remus, baby?"

Remus Lupin froze from his position at the stove, and glanced over his shoulder. He could not have just heard what he thought he heard. He found Tonks standing in the kitchen, frowning.

"No, you're right--I don't like that either." She sighed, and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Dear, could you--no, too Molly Weasley-ish. Love--too British-tart. Honey?"

"My mum used to call me that."

"Well that's another one scuppered, then." She leaned against the counter and a deeper frown creased her forehead. "Merlin, this is difficult. I can't come up with any terms of endearment that don't remind me of nauseating scenes of domestic bliss or soft-core pornography."

"Must there be a pet name?"

"Of course!" Tonks exclaimed. "Remus, darling, how could you--no, that one's no good either. Pudding? Muffin?"

"Let's not name me after food, please." Remus requested. He turned, taking her hands. "Is there a reason for all this?"

"No," she said with shifty eyes. Remus ducked his head a little so they were eye-to-eye. "Yes," she admitted. "The other night, when we ran into my friend Rhonda in Diagon Alley--you remember, we only spoke for a few moments, but--"

"Yes, yes, I remember Rhonda," he said hastily. She had lime-green hair and purple skin, but she was not a Metamorphmagus. Rhonda scared him a little bit.

"Yes, well she said we didn't look like a couple, and I'm trying to prove her wrong."

"What does looking like a couple include?" he asked, amused. "Snogging in the middle of the street? We were holding hands and everything already."

"I know, but apparently you weren't standing close enough or something and that indicates coldness and a lack of real attachment. I told her otherwise, of course--" she added at his scoff "--I told her you were a real sweetheart, but--"

She cut herself off and her eyes widened. Remus' heart sank.

"Please no," he said weakly. Tonks' grin spread across her face, and she flounced across the kitchen to drop into a chair in the living room, flipping through an issue of Witch Weekly.

"When's dinner going to be ready, sweetheart?"