HEY my beautiful fam, I tried updating Aspirations but ended up developing this. Not sure what this will turn out to be, but I had to try it. Its fun little mix up. hehe... That's all I'll say.

So I hope you enjoy, and feedback equals a permanent smile on my face.



~Prologue~


Whitney Russell…who is she? Where did she go? And was she even here? Well when you figure out the answers can you let me know? Thanks…I think. I would never admit this out loud, but I'm known to being my own worse critic from my loved ones... I really don't know what they are talking about though. According to them, I "conjure" up an imagery of absolute nothingness...a black core of emptiness that I "inaccurately" associate myself with.



To outsiders looking in I'm a "breathe of fresh air" whatever the heck that means.... I'm SO inclusively testifying my evaluation is precise. Frankly I just doesn’t see herself at all sometimes. Her complete greatness, amazing gifts, outstanding achievements...all unnoticeable at times.



I mean I guess I can say this *wonderful* trait I have, drives my loved ones prematurely insane. The kicker however, is Whitney would swear she's happy. Others knew better however...



When it comes to exterior acceptance…I mean I’ve seen my reflection a few times in the mirror, I gotta say I’m a looker so my looks aren’t the issue. Have absolutely great friends…always have. The one constant relationship outside my family is my best friend for life, Lex. An absolute nut but totally the best person I will ever meet in my life. Can’t really say I’m on the mental robotic slow side, with having a 4.0 all my life. SO I never have to worry about falling into the depression of the fear idiosyncrasies will suddenly consume me.



And then there’s my family, my great loved ones. My mother, Evelyn Johnson-Russell. She like never skipped a beat, she came to every recital my sister Simone ever had and every karate competition and dance contest my little brother TJ ever entered. Amazingly my mother still had individual time for her husband, my wonderful father Thornton Chandler Russell. Not to mention her career as a full-time doctor. That woman juggles so much food on just a single SIDE of a plate, she doesn't even break a sweat with the contemplation of additional food consuming her everything.



That is signally the most impressive and intimidating gift I've ever been blessed to witness. My dad doesn’t seem to mind, perhaps its because he’s the head coach for Harmony High. They absolutely have what I think is the closest definition of perfection representing their marriage. I use to want a marriage just as immense if not superior.

Why a grown woman like myself comes off like such an insecure child in the comfort of my own home just cannot be completely comprehended. Graduating from Yale Medical School at the top of my class, calls for celebration right? Well sometimes I think that, my mother also graduated from there, as well as graduating at the top of her class. I mean I know I'm not in competition with my mother. But I don't know at the same time.



Yeah classic Whit Russell at her best, and you know this self-doubt totally found itself infecting my love life, or lack there of. Well that's not fair to say, I think. I mean I can't let one horrible relationship ruin my perception of the happily ever after epic. I mean just because Noah Bennett completely destroyed my solidification of any trust I had in men outside my dad and brother doesn't mean I'm never finding the one right?



According to the fairy tales...yes I do look at those as a source of life, every little girl grows up and finds her price charming. My theory is, what if its not that simple? Like what if its so much more than just finding my prince charming? Like two souls connection on the deepest level that's beyond interpreted to the human brain. And what if this soulful connection occurs with more than one person? I have a theory that there are multiple correlations, six to be exact forming their own degree of separation.

~1~


"OH hell no...I know you're not doing your version of Dear Abby its time to pity me sappy sh!t." Layla said, angrily as she snatched the Whitney's laptop from her. "Shh. Would you be quiet!" Whitney whispered, trying to reclaim her laptop, but was unsuccessful. "Gosh Russell, I'm so tired of you pitying yourself. Its really getting redundant. When you have so much going for you." Layla tiredly explain for the umpteenth time. "Like I said before, shh. You don't want to wake..."



"Oh its too late. I'm already up. Your ore of bullsh!t disturbed my slumber." Lainey said peeling off her eyeshades and adjusting her beeper. "Williamson, how long have I been sleeping?" "I don't know, I just got here. Ask Whit, then again she wouldn't know. I'm mad you let this fool drown herself in self pity." Layla spat adjusting her stethoscope. "Well, I'm sorry for stealing five minutes of sleep." Lainey got up from the bottom bunk. "I promise I'll work on my wonder woman skills." She finished, playfully bowing to Layla. "Its fine minion. I'll excuse this slip up for now."


Whitney rolled her eyes, unamused. "You guys are such bitches." She stood up from the single twin she was sitting on and snatched her laptop from Layla. "You know I hate when you two act like I'm not even in the room."



"Well. It beats talking about you behind your back. This way you know how we feel." Layla batted her eyes. Lainey smirked, slapping Layla's hand. "What Layla meant was, you know that we loathe when you have all these unnecessary self-hating emotions and plaster them on this damn 21 century diary you live by!" "Whatever Lane. Its not self-hate, its raw realistic feelings that help me keep myself in check."



Layla and Lainey looked at each other then at Whitney. "Ok. If you believe that, fine. But you totally missed an opportunity to indulge in the wonderful dimension of snooze fest." Lainey pointed out. "Yeah, now you have to complete a 15 hr shift without skipping a beat. Good luck." Layla added.



"Whatever Lay, were you NOT just partying? Don't even answer me." She said putting her hand on Layla's lips. "Besides, my mom did it, and then some. I can do it too." Whitney finished. "Oh lord...not the mom comparison. Ok its time for me to find the Natzi, and find out what my rounds are. Handle this fool please." Layla said before leaving.



"You know imma kick her ass one of these days..."



"No you're not. NOT because you can't..."



"Yeah, I'm glad you know that little tidbit."



"Anyway, you won't because you're too lovable." Whitney laughed.



"There's no need to suck up to me, I'll never beat you up."



"Bitch please. You can't even if you tried. I'm from Harlem. We eat Harmony knights like yourself for lunch."



"Whatever Lainey, you aint as buck as you claim to be. Come on, lets go find Miranda so she can tell us our rounds."



"Ok. Nice way to change the subject, but you still can't kick my butt." Lainey said walking out the door first, followed by Whit.


Yeah, those two infuriating morons are my really great friends. We went to Yale together, Lainey graduated the second of our class and Layla graduated the third. Guess who graduated first? Hehe... Those two are under the assumption that I need to seek professional help for my vigorously obtuse characteristics. I don't know what they're talking about. Like I just don't get how they have so much time on their hands to critique my life and cast judgment yet call it 'advice'. As if they're lives are in sharper shapes than mine. Sometimes I wonder how we even became as close as we are today. I must say freshman year of grad school, we were just three completely diverse souls swaying in three different directions. Layla was on her man eating quest. Well she's still on her man hunt, she tamed down a lot...not really but I'm trying to be nice. Just naturally smart, never had to open a book and still doesn't. Has an absolutely amazing voice, of course mine is better. Kidding not really but yeah... That's how Layla and I became friends. Lainey wow, she was just a hot mess year one. Complete and total geek all about books all the time and one of the best chest players I've ever seen. That's how we meet. We were both on the chest team. Yes, I found chest extremely cool. But Lainey beats me too much and gloats to the point where I want to kick her butt. I can't but I'll never tell her that. I eventually introduced Lay and Lane and the three of us have been inseparable ever since, and were even blessed to be doing our residency at the same hospital... Seattle Grace. Yup, these are my ride or die chicks, along with Lex, who will pop up sometime...she always does. I wouldn't trade them for anything, no matter how tempting.


"Hi...Layla. You look very pretty." George said trying desperately to make eye contact but as always he's unsuccessful.



"Hey O'Maley, how are you?"



"Good. Here, I got you some coffee. Your favorite, Hazelnut Vanilla, two sugars, one milk." Layla smiled.



"Aww you remembered, that's so sweet." She hugged him, feeling his heart palpitating. Poor guy...



"O'Maley where's my coffee? You know the rules..."



"Here Dr. Bailey you can have mine." Layla said unfazed, she doesn't fear Miranda Bailey at all. What is she thinking...



"I didn't address you. Speak when you're spoken to child. Where the heck are your..." "Right here Dr. Bailey." Whitney said, slightly out of breath. "Uh huh...and Winters?" "Right Dr. Bailey." Lainey said attaching her ID to her scrubs. Miranda started walking, realizing her interns were not behind her she turned around. "I'm not posing." As if on cue, they all walked to her.



"Williamson you have bed pans..."



"Again? I'm a surgeon. Grad..."



"I don't need a synapses. If you have a problem you can go home." Layla bowed her head feeling defeated.



"No its fine." "What was that? I don't speak mumble..."



"Ok...I'm here, what surgery am I scrubbing in?" Alex said waltzing in their direction.



"On second thought, Karev you have bedpans. Now go."



"But..."



"Do I stutter?" Layla grabbed Alex and kissed him on the cheek.



"Thanks for being a scumbag. Your the greatest." Layla teased then caught up with the rest of her co-workers.


"Williamson and Winters you're with me." Layla and Lainey smiled. I bet Layla wishes she was doing bedpans now...


"O'Maley and Russell you're with Yang assisting Burke in the OR..."


"What? That's not fair! I've begged you to scrub in." Layla whined.


"Excuse me?"


"I mean, where are we off to Dr. Bailey."


Well I feel completely dead. I think I'm allowed to after completing a 23 hour shift without as much as a power nap. To say it was slightly chaotic here, would be an understatement. After Lane and I did our rounds with Burke and Lang there was a really nasty motorcycle pile up...involving 10 bikes at least. Yeah imagine how ugly that got. So of course I volunteered to stay the extra hours that Bailey needed me. And Lane and Lay would never let me be a solo suck up, so they stayed two. Now I just feel like a zombie, I'm not even sure if I have the energy to go home. At least I have 18 hrs before I have to come back here...


"Hello?"


"Baby where are you? You were suppose to be home seven hours ago."


"I know and I'm sorry but it got a little hectic here, I'm on my way home now."


10 minutes later...


"I'm home..."


"Finally." He said wrapping his arms around Whitney's waist. "I've missed you." He whispered nibbling on her ear. "I missed you too." Whitney turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck.



"GUESS who's back!!" Whitney followed the very familiar voice.


"AAAAAAAAAAH Lex!! When did you get here?"


"About three hours ago. I begged Mr. Personality to keep mum so I can surprise you."


Whitney turned around and faced her fiancée. "So you're keeping secrets from me Banning?"



"Oooh nothing too important. Just keeping the mystery alive." He smirked cupping her face.



"Uh huh..."



"Whit can I talk to you please." Before Whitney could respond Lex grabbed her hand.



"What?"



"You know what, you and Dylan are not in the stars."



"Not this crap again."



"But Whitney..."



"Alexandri please, we're getting married in a few months the end. Drop it."



"But my cards don't lie..."



"I'm NOT basing my life on tarrot cards!! Now, I'm going to shower and get this hospital smell off of me, then we can decide what we're gonna do."



Lex was about to speak but Whitney stopped her. "NO no. GO do what you do best and raid my closet."



"Fine, I'll go permanently borrow some stuff, but you'll soon realize what I'm talking about."

~2~



"Oh yes nothing beats a fresh shower." Whit sang drying her hair with a towel wearing her bathrobe. "Doesn't this look great on me?" Lex asked posing in front of Whit's full length mirror in her and Dylan's bedroom. Lex was wearing a cute short strapless a-line dress in kelly green. Simple and cheek. Whitney walked straight passed her and right into her circular walk-in closet to debate on an outfit. "I know what you're doing." Lex pointed out. She now found her way in Whitney's jewelry box. Whitney was still searching in her closet. her eyes made contact with an extra long orange camisole to go with the pencil indigo jeans she had in her right hand. Pleased with her choice, she left the closet and once again walked passed Lex. "I'm taking these." Lex pointed to the over sized golden pearls draped around her neck. Whitney's response was the sound of the bathroom door closing. "And I'm taking these too." Lex continued, now referring to Whitney's cuffed armlets, as Lex continued to talk to herself.



"Knock knock..." Dylan announced covering his eyes with his left hand.



"Nobody is nekkie." Lex said who was now trying on Whitney's shoes.She found herself in strappy gold Jimmy Choos.



"Where's Whit?" Lex nodded in the direction of the bathroom then proceeded about her business in front of the mirror.



"I'll just go back downstairs..." Dylan and Whitney lived in a high rise duplex condominium. About 15 minutes away from downtown Seattle.



"Aaaaaaaand where do you think you're going?" Whitney playful asked.



She walked over to Dylan wrapping her arms around his waist. Dylan cupped her faced and kissed her.



"You look gorgeous." He whispered running his hand through her hair as he wrapped his arms around her neck.



"Thank you baby. But I'm just wearing a shirt and pants. Nothing special." Lex rolled her eyes and shook her head.



"Hey you're wearing it so its special. Besides you look stunning always." He pecked her lips.



"Well..."



"SH!T Whit. Take the damn compliment and shut up." Dylan coughed.



"I see you Banning. That wasn't funny." Whitney said noticing his smirk and cheap attempt of covering his laughter.



"That wasn't funny because it wasn't a joke." Lex added pointing out as she adjusted "her" dress. "I mean gosh, no one is asking for your kidneys. Just a simple thank you. Do you think you can suck it up and provide that?" Lex continued fluffing her hair. She turned around and blew a kiss at Whitney.



Whitney glared at Lex, whose back was once again facing Whit's. Lex saw through the mirror as she winked at her. Whit finally flipped her the bird.



Whitney then locked eyes with Dylan again. "So I take it you agree?"



"Well she does have a point."



"Whatever. I'm just..."


"Keeping yourself grounded. We know. Jesus, do we know." Lex finished for Whitney. Dylan was now fully laughing.


Whitney sighed and released her hold on Dylan. "Baby are you mad?"



"No. Just realized the two of you are as stupid as Layla and Lainey. No biggie." She shrugged walking to the king size circular bed as she slipped on her brown blanik stilettos.



"Oh are they coming?" Lex asked now applying her make-up. "No I can't do that to Dylan."



"What?" Dylan and Lex said in harmony. "When was this decided?" Lex asked now facing Whitney. "About two seconds ago. Do you have a problem with that?" Whit asked turning her upper body around so that she can look at Lex. "Me? Don't you think you should be asking Mr. Personality if he minds. Since you know you are speaking for him and all." Whitney turned to face Dylan. "Baby you don't mind right? Tell Lex you don't mind coming with us." She now had her arms folded.



Dylan laughed. "Then I'd be lying..."



"SCORE for Dylan! Tell her ass how uncool it is to speak for people."



"You actually called me by my government name. I'm just stunned." Dylan grabbed his heart and Whitney laughed. "Hey. Its not my fault Mr. Personality has a better ambiance than Dylan. I suggest you take it up with the heavenly superiors." Dylan looked at Lex just staggered. "Uh. Maybe I will someday. Well, you ladies have fun."



Dylan walked over to the bed. Leaning in front of Whitney, Dylan used his arms as support. His arms were set like a barricade around Whitney. "So..." Whitney laughed, leaning back propping her arms on top of his. "Yes..." "You're not gonna be too bad right?" Whitney smirked, kicking off her shoes and wrapping her legs around his back, causing him to jerk on the bed.



"Nasty. Ask me to leave, kick me out. SOMETHING." Lex spat, leaving the room unnoticed.



"That depends..."



"On?"



"What will I get."



"Well..." Dylan scooped her up and flipped Whitney causing her to gasp. She was now astraddle to him.



"Wow. Already? You're too easy..." Whitney said as she started unbuckling his belt.



The telephone rang.



Whitney sighed in frustration and collapsed on Dylan's chest. He kissed her forehead, while rubbing her back. "You didn't think we were actually gonna actually..." "No. But I was hopeful for the long shot." Whitney mumbled, cutting him off. Her head was still buried in his chest. "Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. PHONE!" Lex screamed.



"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh." Whitney crawled to the cordless and picked it up.



"Hello?"



"Is that attitude I smell Russell?"



"Uh...of course not Dr. Bailey. What can I do..." Whitney laid back down in Dylan's arms.



"Oh someones on my other line. Can you hold on?"



"No. Call them back."



"But its my mother."



"So? Mothers can be called back." Whitney rolled her eyes.



"Ok. I'll call her back."



"I'm gonna need you to start your shift earlier."



"How much earlier?"



"Not much about six hours...."



"That's five in the morning tomorrow."



"You must be thinking out loud. I already knew this. So that's FIVE sharp. Don't be late." Miranda hung up before Whitney could react.



"Bitch..." Whitney sat up and flung the phone. She started rubbing her temples. Dylan also sat up and started rubbing Whitney's neck. "I swear that woman has a friggin radar or something. She smells when I have plans." Whitney grunted. "Like she knows any inclining of a LIFE I try desperately to create outside that damn hospital." Whitney continued ranting.


"Hey I don't want you stressing yourself out." Whitney pouted as Dylan wrapped his arms around her. "I hate her!" Whitney mumbled, burying her head in Dylan's neck. "No you don't. Stop it." Dylan laughed rubbing her back.



"Damnit. Now we can't go out. I understand." Lex said walking into the room again.



"Who says we can't go out?" Whitney asked.



"Cause you have to be up at WORK by five in the morning."



"So...wait you just heard me?"



"Oh no. I was listening to your entire conversation from downstairs." Whitney got off the bed to slide back into her pumps. "Of course you did. Being typical nosy ass you." "That's right boo. Here wear this mocha belt over that shirt. It will bring out the pumps." Whitney snatched the belt from Lex. "I don't need your half cent imput on fashion. Considering everything you're wearing is mine." Whitney finished putting on the belt. "Correction sweetheart. Everything on me is now mine." Lex winked. Whitney smirked. "Lets get out of here before I decide to kill you."



Whitney walked over to Dylan and kissed him. "See you later."



She caressed the side of his face. "Have fun."



"I will..." She affectionately gazed into his eyes.



"Yeah. I'll make sure she does." Lex winked grabbing Whitney's hand as they left.



>*<


“Anybody here?” “Just me. I’m in the kitchen.” “Where’s Ali?” “She went out with Hellstrom.” “Mmm…that means you pissed her off.” “Why the hell do you always assume that?” “Cause I know you. Now tell me what happened.” “Well the evening started off on a good note. I made dinner…candles we sat under the fire…you know the romantic setting all chicks love.” “Uh huh. Do you mind fast forwarding to the part where you messed up.” “Well after dinner I told her how much she means to me. And how important she is then I pulled out a velvet box. She freaked out before even seeing what was inside. When she finally did she threw the box in my face.”



“Huh?”



“Yeah that’s what I said!”



“What was in the box?”



“A key to my penthouse across town.”



Hugh just shook his head looking at his friend Fox perplexed. “How stupid are you?”



“What?” Fox shrugged. Hugh folded his arms. “You seriously don’t see what you did was wrong?”



“No! Ali’s been telling me for months how badly she wants our relationship to go to the next level.”



“And a key to the penthouse you don’t even live in..." "I do live there." Fox corrected. "Fine. So giving Ali a key to the penthouse that you sometimes live in, symbolizes the next level?!"


"Yeah. Ok genius what did she mean then?”



“Marriage fool…” Todd added walking into the kitchen sorting out the mail. “See Even Manning is acting like he has half a brain.” Fox ran his hand through his hair. “No. Ali and I are on the same page about marriage. We both don’t want it.”



“Translation. Ali only agreed to what you wanted because she thought you were gonna suddenly wake up and realize how amazing she is.” Todd said batting his eyes. “And cannot live another day without her.” Todd continued grabbing his heart. “Wow I can’t believe I’m going to say this but Todd’s right.” Hugh added. “Be still my heart. You agree with me? I...I...I need a moment.” Todd grabbed the island and bowed his head.


Nicholas Foxworth Crane and Hugh Hughes have been friends for as long as they both can remember. They went to the same boarding schools all throughout Europe. Unlike Fox, Hugh didn't come from money...well at least not biologically anyway. Hugh discovered his true parentage around early teens. As devastating a blow that was it ironically transformed into such a relief. All the guilt Hugh felt about never feeling a genuine connection with his mother or father...yeah so he thought, now suddenly made sense. This accidental discovery solidified Hugh and Fox's friendship. Fox felt the same abandonment issues for he was the only child that was shipped off. His mother Ivy, was too wrapped up in his baby sis Francine, probably molding her into mini Ivy. His father Julian, and his grandfather Alistair just saw dollar signs when it came to his older brother Ethan. Basically there was no 'use' for little Fox. Despite the circumstances, Fox feels like the winner. And he so is. Their other bud, Todd Manning isn't exactly the poster child of the greatest upbringing known to man either. Todd's choices were limited. His 'options' were adoptive dad Peter Manning and bio dad Victor Lord. He never knew his mother or was just too young to remember her. Anyone who knew either is like being stuck between a rock and a hard place. Naturally, this crappy upbringing that all three gents acquired bonded them...making them friends for life.



“Stop being an ass. And start getting through to your friend.” Todd looked at Hugh. “Why is he suddenly my friend? You knew him longer.” “That would explain why Ali stormed off…” Todd laughed. “Ya think? After three years of dating her she gets a key??” “Damnit you’re right. Now I really have to ask her…” “Hells no you don’t.” Todd cut in. “I agree. That would only make Aliza feel like the proposal is coming from a place of pity…” “Can you JUST turn off lawyer for like two seconds??? I promise you won’t die.” Todd pointed out. "If I did that who will clean up all your messes Todd?"



“Ok how do I fix this?” “You don’t. She’ll cool off. Screw it.” Todd shrugged. “You’re not helping Manning…” Hugh started as Todd cut him off. “Oh come on. You and I both know Ali doesn’t do mad. Not for long anyway especially when it comes to her Foxy poo so stop sweating bullets.” “I’m not sweating bullets.” Hugh laughed. “Yeah right.”


>*<


“WHOOOO! Isn’t this fabulous darling!!!” Lex shouted in Whit’s ear.



“I guess….”



“LIGHTEN up damnit!!! WHOOO!” Lex spun Whitney around. They were on the dance floor at the latest club to open in downtown Seattle.



“Lex you’re too much for me. I’m gonna go sit down….” Lex waved Whitney off as she wondered off. Whitney found booth.



“OH thank god.” Whit said, finally able to rest her feet.



“Found my earring…you’re not Jeffery.”



“Oh I’m sorry. I had no idea this was an occupied booth. Hope you find your boyfriend.” Whitney was about to get up.



“Jeffery isn’t my boyfriend. Just my best friend. My boyfriend is a clueless son of a bitch.” Whitney stopped moving.



“Not that he even cares that a completely hot guy is my best friend. He’s not even the least bit jealous. Jeff constantly tells me I should just give up on my boyfriend. Wow…I must sound like a complete lunatic.” Whitney smiled.



“No you don’t. Just upset. Everyone gets upset. Have you tried talking to your boyfriend?”



“No. If I did, I would kill him probably. Just stormed off. He didn’t even come after me.”



“Well that sucks.” “It does. But that wasn’t even the worst part of my night. Tonight was my anniversary with my boyfriend. So I thought he was gonna ask me to marry him…”



“And I take it he didn’t?”



“No instead I got a key to his penthouse he doesn’t even live in.”



“WOW what a moron.”



“Who you telling girl!”



“Men…they’ll never get it apparently. So where is your best friend?”



“I have no idea…probably on the dance floor or harassing some poor girl.” Whitney laughed.



“He sound like the male version of my best friend. I’m Whitney by the way. My friends call me Whit.” Whitney extended her hand across the table.



“I’m Aliza and my friends call me Ali.”


“Well it is a pleasure to meet you Ali.”


"Like wise..."


"I KNEW I saw you're big ass head from the other side. Scoot over." Lainey ordered.


"What happened to never partying before a big shift hypocrite."


"Whatever. Guess who's here?"


"Who?"


"J.T. He said he was in town visiting a friend. He's on the dance floor with Lex but I think my brother hired him..."


"Wait you know J.T. Hellstrom?" Ali asked.


"Where are my manners???"


"You never had any boo." Lainey said.


"Funny. This is Ali, Ali this is Lainey."


"J.T. knows my brother Neil...."


"Wow you're Neil Winter's baby sis?"


"Correct. I take it you're the friend he's visiting?" Ali nodded.


"Talk about a small world." Whitney added.

:wub: :heart: I am luving this!!!! You got sexy Todd and Fine arse Hugh in this :happydance:. You have made my day. Layla is in it too. Now, this is a story I can't wait to sink my teeth into. LOL. Poor Ali, hate that she getting this bad behavior from Fox but that just shows, that she is not the one for him. Hmmm, I wonder who is... :lol: :P. I know it has been a minute but I just found this site recently and I am glued to the fanfics. It was hard finding a Foxney fanfic, all of them were about Fox getting with Whit but finding out he really loved Theresa or Kay. How is that really? I couldn't stand it when he was with Kay or Theresa, heck T hooked him up with Whit in the first place. I know a lot of people were mad with that incest storyline (myself included) but the Chemistry between Fox and Whitney was UNDENIABLE. IMHO, the show tanked after that couple split, then they made both Whit and Fox unrecognizable. So, thanks for making me stroll down memory lane as to how it was SUPPOSED to be written. Please :pray: Please Please, finish this story!!! For my sake and the other diehard FOXNEY fans, there are a lot of us out here, just didn't know where to go, until now. :cloud9: :pray: :good: