Disclaimer: I do not own anything mentioned in this story, except the writing itself. I do however, own this salmon and mayo bagel I'm currently eating.

Man, haven't been here for a while. Translations on the bottom, for those who don't speak French.

About my stories, they'd discontinued for now. I had a lot going over the summer, and I'm pretty busy right now. Only time for these random fics.

Enjoy, and I, probably like you guys, am waiting impatiently for the second season. ;)

"Attention le tableau noir, s'il tu plait!"* Ms. Andrews yelled, trying to make herself heard over the heavy rain. However, the class was not paying attention to her, and simply stared at the rain, as it seemed to be drenching Mr. Sweet as he stumbled into the building. Fabian tried to hide his smirk and Nina, noticing the smirk hidden, smacked him playfully. As Fabian tried to reiterate, Ms. Andrews slapped their desk sharply.

"Arrête de faire l'imbécile!"* she snapped. They sat still, facing forward. Fabian winked, and Nina rolled her eyes, tapping his fingers light enough so Ms. Andrews wouldn't notice.

Suddenly, a sharp clap of noise rolled around the room, and it lit up, as if someone had lit a spark.

Fabian looked to his side, possibly to make a joking remark about how Ms. Andrews jumped about a meter high.

But he saw no bushy shock of hair, nor any sarcastic grin.

"Nina? Pouvez-vous répondre à la question?"* Ms. Andrews asked, turning from the board. Everyone looked at the seat next to Fabian blankly.

"Ms. Andrews, she's not there," Amber said worriedly.

"Yes, yes, I have eyes, Amber. Where did she go?" Ms. Andrews asked, looking around the room.

"She didn't leave the room. The door hasn't opened and the windows are closed," Alfie said lazily, rocking back on his chair.

Another clap of thunder exploded outside, and Fabian heard a faint, quiet whisper under the desk.

"One Mississippi, two Mississippi…" Fabian grinned. Nina Martin, able to solve a mystery that had been a secret for almost a hundred years, afraid of thunderstorms? Nevertheless, he stayed quiet.

"Fabian? She's your friend. Do you know where she is?" Ms. Andrews inquired, walking to the desk. He shook his head. How could she not hear Nina whispering?

Then again, she was rather old.

"One Mississippi…"

"Am I hearing things, or is someone humming about missing Ippy or something?" Amber asked, cocking her head to the side. Ms. Andrews shook her head, and went back to the board.

"She'll probably turn up sooner or later," she said calmly. The corners of Fabian's lips twitched. "What's so funny, Mr. Rutter?" Ms. Andrews snapped. He shook his head, and went back to his book.

After French class, Nina appeared at her locker, before anyone else came out. Fabian looked at her blankly.

"Weren't you… under the table?" he asked her, raising an eyebrow. She looked at him, and shrugged.

"That's a pretty strange question to ask, don't you think?" she said carefully, the start of a smile appearing on her face.

Another clap of thunder rumbled through the hallways. Nina squealed and hid behind her locker door. As she closed it, she saw Fabian grin.

"So. Nina Martin. Afraid of thunder storms, but not of strange Egyptian mysteries," he looked amused, his grin reaching his eyes.

"Look, don't tell anyone, okay?" Nina said, locking her locker and making her way to math.

Fabian loved having a room to himself.

Don't get him wrong, he liked having Mick as a roommate, but listening to him complain about Amber and Mara all night didn't get him the best night's sleep.

So when Mick went to visit a sick relative in hospital, Fabian sprawled onto his bed, scribbling a song about an American girl who changed his life.

As the thunder got louder, he put his headphones on, blasting the familiar tunes of AC/DC.

But no matter how loud the music was, when he heard that knock on the door, it might have as well been Ms. Andrews droning on about French verbs. He rushed to the door, and opened it, revealing Nina, looking up at him with a scared expression on her face.

"Sorry," she said quietly, "I can't sleep. Amber's visiting Wales to celebrate her gran's birthday and I can't sleep in thunderstorms without someone in the room." Fabian nodded dazedly, opening the door wider to let her in. She stepped in, looking around with a small smile on her face, seeing all the pictures of her on Fabian's side.

"Goodnight," Fabian said, hugging her tightly. She hugged him back.

"Thanks," she murmured, going to Mick's bed. He turned the light off, and faced the wall, looking at the many pictures that described the kind of person he was. They lay in silence, the only noise being the storm outside and their heavy breathing.

"Hey, Fabian?" Nina asked, her voice laced with sleep. She talked in her sleep?

"Yeah?" he answered, opening his eyes.

"Do you think I'm babyish, being scared of thunderstorms?" she stumbled over her words slightly. Fabian smiled, despite the fact that he had been woken up. It was Friday, after all. He didn't really mind staying up.

"Not at all. After all, Mick's scared of the dark," he laughed to himself.

"He is?" she said, and Fabian could've sworn she was awake.

"Yeah. There's a baseball bat under his bed, just incase the monsters come," he smiled, remembering one time when he came back to the house late after talking on the phone with his uncle, and Mick, standing in front of the door armed with a bat.

"So I'm not babyish?" she said, and she sounded happy. But she wasn't, she was asleep, right?

"No. In fact, you're one of the most headstrong, bravest girls I know. After all, that's why I love you," he could've slapped himself. What was he doing, proclaiming he loves her? He's her best friend, best friends aren't meant to love love each other.

Well, Nina does mention that film When Harry Met Sally an awful lot…

Stop it. Nina needs a friend, not a strange boy who spends a lot of time in his room playing guitar and writing songs about her.

Yes, that's it. A friend who cares.

Though he cared a little too much…

Stop it.

Fabian rolled back over, not realizing he'd moved in the first place.

As she heard the quiet sound of him shifting, Nina grinned.

After all, she doesn't talk in her sleep.

(1) Pay attention to the blackboard, please!

(2) Stop fooling around!

(3) Nina, can you answer the question?

Had a lot of fun with this. Inspired by a wicked thunderstorm a few days ago.

Sequel may come, if necessary. :)