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What if Oswald had caught Myrtle Jenkins in the act?

Oswald POV

I'm just about to walk up to my apartment above the Iceberg Lounge when a weird whirring noise catches my attention. I slowly creep down the stairs just in time to see Ed tumble from the block of ice.

"Who are you?! What have you done?!" I scream at the blonde MANIAC who has just unthawed the man I both love and hate at the same time. My true love and my worst enemy.

"I-I-I...I love him." She says quietly, stuttering and tripping over her words.

"You fell in love with the devil, woman. You don't know what you're getting into, it is nothing but a heartache!" I say coldly.

"Maybe for you. But for me...it's happily ever after." She says sweetly. Too sweetly.

"Mmph..." Ed says quietly, words slurred and belligerent.

"Yes, Ed?" Me and the woman say in unison, causing us to glare at eachother.

"Q-Q...uery?" He says quietly. God, his brain is shot.

"Well, that is certainly a very interesting name. Query is like a question and a question is what is at the heart of every good puzzle." The woman says warmly, smiling a evil smile.

"Oswald?" Ed says quietly, looking at me with those beautiful brown eyes.

"Yes, Edward." I say shakily. I swear to God, if he tries anything, he's a dead man.

"I can't move. Could you please help me get off this floor? The water is very cold." He says quietly, shivering.

"Why can't he move? Did you do this, woman?!" I yell.

"His muscles have atrophied from you freezing him in a block of ice!" She yells, pointing at me with a perfectly manicured finger.

"Maybe I wouldn't have had to freeze him in a block of ice if dumb little blonde hussies like yourself could keep their hands to themselves!" I snarl.

"I... let's just get him off the floor. Is there a bed we could put him on?!" She snaps, obviously having some hurt feelings.

We pick him up and carry his soaked, freezing cold body to my office. We strip the sopping wet clothes off him and I fetch him a black tank top and some sweatpants.

3 hours later, he opens his eyes slowly, looking around the room.

"Oswald?" He says quietly, looking around desperately.

Instinct overrides wits. I rush over, clasping his hand. "I'm right here, Ed. You're okay." The words just came out. I mentally kick myself. Idiot, you're supposed to hate him.

"I...I barely remember what happened, but...I can remember, uh, Kristin and the train collision, and the docks...and the freeze guy...why am I tied down? Os, I swear, I'm not going to try anything. Just untie me, please!" He begs with a weak, sobbing voice. He's so broken...

"Ed, you're not tied down... your muscles have atrophied. It's going to take some time for you to regain use of your limbs. Potentially even longer for you to regain use of your mind." I say quietly, staring sadly into his big, sad eyes.

A moment after I say that, his hand slowly and weakly clasps mine. His skin is scary cold.

"One cannot deny love, Oswald..." He says quietly, looking up at me.

My heart skips 8 beats at once as I realize what he said. Did he just... reciprocate my feelings for him?

I can't help it. I lean down onto him, laying my head on his chest. I let a honest, sincere smile spread across my face. I feel a happiness bloom in my chest that I haven't felt in years.

"I love you so much Edward Nygma." I say shakily, moving so that I'm practically laying on top of him.

"I love you too, Oswald." He sighs, staring down at   me. Our hands are still intertwined. I reach out and grab a blanket off the coffee table where I left it. I pull the comforter over us, sighing at the feeling of the warmth seeping into us.

Finally I have everything I wanted....

At last....