"Oh my God, you can't be serious!" Elaine said laughing as she and Jerry walked through the bustling Pike Place Market.

"I wish I was." Jerry said. "The fact that the guy from the magazine had no idea who I am was bad enough but then to call me Kenny Bania? Makes me sick just thinking about it! IT'S A CONSPIRACY, I TELL YOU!" He yelled, causing a few heads to turn.

"Jerry!" Elaine said, trying not to laugh. She grabbed his arm and pulled him through a crowd of tourists who were watching fish being thrown through the air.

"Now there's a lawsuit just waiting to happen." Jerry said as a fish flew over his head. "How do you suppose that case would hold up in court?"

"I guess it depends on whether or not the judge eats seafood." Elaine quipped.

To her amazement, Jerry laughed. "That's good! Can I use that?"

Elaine grinned. "Well... Okay, but it'll cost you!"
When Jerry stopped and looked at her, she could have sworn he was going to respond, but he quickly turned his head and resumed walking.

"I love Seattle." She sighed, taking in the sights and sounds of the market.

"Yeah, it's great." Jerry said sarcastically. "I've managed to make Kenny Bania even more famous and he's not even here."

She turned to him and put her hand on his forearm.

"Oh God, I'm sorry. You must be really disappointed. I know how much you were looking foreword to that interview. I guess you aren't having a very good time, are you?"

He was quiet for a moment and then smiled as he tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. "I'm having a great time."

Elaine's heart fluttered and she stared at him, suddenly unable to look away.

"So what now?" He asked.

"Can we go to the Space Needle?" Elaine asked.

When he put his arm around her, she felt her breath catch in her throat.

"Well we are in Seattle." He replied. "To not go would be like going to New York and being polite to the cab driver."

Elaine linked her arm through his.

"Come on, Seinfeld, we have a Space Needle to visit."

(Later-Space Needle Observation deck)

"Everything is so peaceful from up here." Elaine sighed as she starred out at the twinkling city lights.

"Well, sure it's peaceful to us, but you know that somewhere down there, at least one guy is arguing with a cop about a traffic ticket."

Elaine laughed nervously, suddenly unable to look at him.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"You seem kind of distant." Jerry said.

"Just tired from a long day." She said, knowing he would see through the lie.



At that moment, she had an overwhelming urge to kiss him, but she didn't dare. To make a move would be the end of their friendship. She refused to make the same mistake that she'd made all those years ago.

"Why were you at Dr. Crane's condo? It's not like you to take advice from strangers, let alone people on the radio. Ever heard some of the psychos who call in on those shows?" Jerry asked.

She saw a flash of irritation (or was it anger?) in his eyes and she knew she had to say something.

"I don't usually... listen to that stuff, but I was just... so scared, Jerry."

"Scared of what?"

"Well, of going to sleep!" She said, praying that her voice would remain steady. "Whenever I'd close my eyes, all I could see was..."

As the haunting images returned, her eyes filled with tears and one slid down her cheek.

"I-I'm sorry." She said, turning away as her voice broke.

She felt Jerry's hand on her shoulder.


She turned around, her eyes wet with tears.

"Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have.."

"It's fine, really."

He reached over and brushed a tear from her cheek.

"Elaine, I..."

Slowly he moved toward her until he was so close she could feel his breath on her face. She swallowed hard; her heart beating rapidly.

Without warning, he looked away. "Um... It's getting late."

Elaine's heart sank. "Okay..."

They made their way around the observation deck, stopping just short of the elevator.

"Elaine..." Jerry said when Elaine began to walk away. "Something wrong?"

"No, I just..." She walked to the edge of the deck, staring out onto the city below.


She turned to him, wanting to say something, but no words seemed like enough.

Instead she smiled.

(Later that night)

Jerry woke, trying to focus in the darkness. What a disastrous trip this had been.

Well, except for the company.

He turned his head to catch a glimpse of her.

Elaine lay in bed sleeping peacefully; her hair cascading over the pillow.

He wasn't sure how long he lay there, staring at her, wondering how he could have...

A faint moan brought him out of his thoughts.

What was that?

When he heard only silence he closed his eyes, returning to sleep.

Seconds later the sound came again, followed by rustling.

Jerry sat up in bed.


He looked over, alarmed when he saw that she was tossing and turning.


Oh no... Not again...

Within seconds he was at her side, gently shaking her awake.

"Lainey, it's Jerry."

She stirred awake and then sat upright, gasping when she saw him.

"You were dreaming again."
"Oh..." She said, avoiding his eyes.

"God, Lainey, I can't stand to see you like this."
"I-I'm okay." She said.

He put his hand on her shoulder. "You're shaking, Elaine. You expect me to believe that you're fine?"

"I-I am. It's just..."

"You were dreaming about prison again, weren't you?"

She shook her head. "No, actually."

He was both concerned and relieved by this news.

"Okay, then..."

She swallowed hard. "I was dreaming about you."

"Me? What was I doing? Humiliating myself on national TV? Come to think of it, that would be a nightmare." He shuddered at the thought, causing her to laugh.

"No. We were... um... kissing."

He smiled thoughtfully. "Kissing, huh?"

"Um, yeah, but it was just a..."

He moved toward her ever so slowly until his lips brushed against hers.

"Like that?" He asked, smiling at her stunned expression.

"Jerry..." she murmured.

"No good, huh?" He asked.

When she didn't respond, he shrugged. "Well, I'll just have to try it again."

He brought his hand around the back of her neck and drew her closer. Their lips touched, tentatively at first. He was shocked at his eager response to her mouth on his.

Elaine's hand slid around his neck, fingers splayed through his hair, working their way down his back, gently massaging.

"Jerry..." She moaned.

Before either of them was ready, he pulled away from her.

"How was that?" He asked, breathless.

At her serious expression, he sighed.

You blew it again, Seinfeld...

"Something wrong?" He asked for what seemed like the tenth time that evening.

"Actually yes. There is." Elaine said.

He watched her eyes, searching for an answer.

Then to his amazement, she smiled.

"I think it was more like this..."

She pulled him toward her, their lips coming together in a searing passionate embrace.


(A/N-I tried to write this without turning it into a romance, but... well you see how long that lasted! =) Thanks for reading!)