Logan glanced at the document Holly created. "I can't. It seemed like a good idea when you suggested it, but now ..." He let the paper fall to the desktop beside Holly's arm.

"Come on, this might be the only opportunity you ever have, that either of you have, to be a family. Tell me, when will you ever have a chance like this again? Who else would forge a document for you? I mean you might get my dad to do it." She frowned. "Never mind, probably not." She pushed away from the desk and rose to stand beside him, placing a hand on his arm.

He stared beyond her to where the paper now lay abandoned on the desk. He didn't want to admit it, but she was right. There would never be a chance like this again. She was the only one who would offer to do it. She was also probably correct, Halt wouldn't offer to do it.

Shifting his gaze to meet hers, he stared down into her eyes. "All right, I'll go speak to Crowley.

"We will go speak to Crowley," she told him.

His face scrunched. "We?"

"You shouldn't have to do it alone. After all, we're in this together. Come on."

"Wait, we're going right now?" He looked ready to be sick at the thought.

"There's no time like the present!" She snatched the paper off the surface of the desk, tucked it into a pocket, grabbed his arm and dragged him from the room. They wove their way through the corridors heading toward his father's office. If she didn't hurry him along he'd probably chicken out.

They never made it to the office. Halt appeared and stalled them part of the way there. "Ah, just the two people I need to speak to."

"Uh, yeah, Dad, what is it?"

"I need the two of you to do a little errand for me."

"What kind of errand?" she asked warily.

"I need the two of you to intervene in this whole Cassandra and Will situation," Halt told her.

"Why us?" Holly asked, propping her hand on her hips with a frown.

He scratched at his beard a moment before he finally answered, "I think they might be a little more inclined to listen to the two of you than me."

She folded her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes on her father. "You're afraid of Aunty Cassandra aren't you?"

He dropped his arm and gave her an affronted look. "I most certainly am not!"

"You are too! You're afraid of her!"

He straightened his back. "I am a King's Ranger and I do not fear Princess Cassandra! Now will you please just go and speak to her?"

Holly snorted and pushed past her father. He wasn't quite meeting her eyes, which told her everything she needed to know. He was definitely afraid of confronting Aunty Cassandra.

"Right, Dad, don't worry we'll go handle the fearsome beast in frills for you!"

He pointed off down the hallway. "Go before I decide to strangle you with your bowstring!"

She gasped, placing a hand to her chest, sending him the most aggrieved look she could muster. "How dare you suggest such a grievous thing! You would mistreat a bow in such a way. Shame on you, I'm thoroughly offended by such a thing!"

Logan grabbed her by the arm and dragged her away before Halt could follow through with his threat.

Holly shook Logan's hand loose as soon as they were well away from her father. "Let go, I'm not going to go back and fight him."

"Could have fooled me. There are times that I believe you rather enjoy arguing with your dad."

She smirked at him. "He makes it so dashed easy, he really does."

Logan gave his head a shake and grinned at her. "Come on let's go find Will and Cassandra and get this over with."

It didn't take them long to find them, it was the sound of raised voices that led them straight to the pair. They were in a small ladies' parlor on the upper floor. Cassandra was seated with several of her ladies maids who looked as if they were attempting to be invisible so as not to get drawn into the argument. Will stood in front of the chair Cassandra sat in, red faced, his arms folded over his chest.

"You mistook what I said!" Cassandra insisted.

"Oh no, I heard every word! You think Deva isn't good enough for Mitchell!"

"That isn't at all what I said! I simply believe it would be more appropriate if he married a princess that's all!"

He snorted. "Why, you certainly didn't marry a prince?"

"That has nothing at all to do with it!" she yelled back.

Before Will could retort, Holly stepped into the space that separated the two combatants with a huge smile plastered on her face. "Hello! So ... how is everything?"

"Blasted perfect. What do you want, Holly?" Will snapped.

"It seems silly to see the two of you fighting like this. I mean you've known each other for such a long time and you've been friends that entire time am I right? This fight seems ridiculous, doesn't it? I mean all Mitchell and Deva did was dance. It isn't as if they're planning a wedding or anything." She looked at Will. "Are they?"

Cassandra blinked, settled her hands carefully in her lap and sent Will a small smile. "She has a point, I suppose. We have been friends for such a long time, this does seem a tad silly."

Will shuffled his feet. "Perhaps a bit," he agreed.

"They did simply share a couple of dances. It isn't as if they're going to announce plans to wed. That would be just silly."

Holly stifled a groan when she saw Will's shoulders go back and his eyes narrow. "Why would it be silly?"

Cassandra gave a delicate shrug. "Because it was only a couple of dances."

"Yes of course, it was only a couple of dances with Deva, but I'm certain if it was a couple of dances with one of your princesses you'd be all too glad to contemplate an announcement of marriage! Wouldn't you?" Will snapped at her.

Holly slapped her hand over her eyes as Will turned and stormed from the room. Cassandra followed up his departure with a shouted curse at his retreating back. She went as far as jumping up and going to the door so she could continue shouting at him.

Logan groaned and gestured to Holly. "Shall we?"

She sighed and nodded. Together they left the room while Cassandra was complaining to her ladies about what a stubborn oaf Will was.

"Well, that was helpful. Great, now we not only have to tell your father they're still fighting, but it appears as if we made it worse." Logan sighed.

"I'm quite certain he'll figure that out on his own. Let's go and talk to your dad," Holly said.

"Fine. Let's go." Though he wasn't completely certain he was ready for that conversation yet.

They headed to Crowley's office and knocked on the door and he called out for them to enter.

"Hello there, what can I do for the two of you?" Crowley asked with a smile.

Logan rubbed nervously at the back of his neck, uncertain exactly where to start. "Um, well ..."

Holly rolled her eyes. "Logan wants to tell everyone who you are."

Crowley scowled at her. "We have discussed this at length and he knows exactly why that is impossible."

"Well, what if it were possible?" she asked.

Crowley looked between them, his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. "It isn't possible. Logan's mother is dead. Are you planning on doing some dark magic, Holly, bringing her back from the other side?" He looked as if he seriously doubted it was possible.

With decidedly more flourish than was strictly necessary, Holly produced the forged document and placed it on the desk in front of him. "TA DA! You can thank me later."

Very slowly, he picked up the paper, studied it for a moment and then looked up at them with one eyebrow arched. "Would either of you like to explain to me how you talked Halt into going along with this bit of forgery?"

"We didn't. He wasn't involved. In fact, he knows nothing about it," Logan told him.

Crowley waved the paper at them. "I do not know anyone else who could come close to this level of accuracy." He pulled the paper close with a deep frown and squinted at the signatures as the bottom. "If I didn't know better I'd say I had actually signed this document. I'm not even sure Halt could have done this."

"That's because Halt didn't do it. Holly did," Logan told him.

Startled from his study of the paper, he snapped his head up and stared at Holly. "You did this?"

"Yes, sir."

Crowley looked back down at the paper and then back at Holly. "Wonderful."

She wasn't certain that his use of the word wonderful was meant as a compliment. "Um, sir?"

He smacked the paper down onto the surface of the desk. "You can't go about willy-nilly forging documents, Holly! Especially documents that have the king's signature on them, it simply isn't done! What will Duncan say about this?" he asked in exasperation.

"Why don't you ask him?" Holly suggested.

Crowley's mouth fell open and he sat there gaping at her for a brief moment before he remembered how to speak. "Ask him?" he muttered. "Ask him! I'm to ask the king what he thinks of his name being forged on a falsified document of marriage?"

Logan groaned. This wasn't quite going as he thought it would. "Dad ..."

Crowley slashed a hand through the air, cutting Logan off. "Do not start, Logan! I cannot believe you thought this would solve things!"

Holly stepped in front of Logan with a frown. "Whoa, hold on, this was my idea not his. All you need to do is go and explain things to Duncan and ask him. Tell him about your history with Logan's mother, how things went awry and that you didn't get the chance to say your vows before she passed and you want nothing more than to claim Logan as your son."

Crowley didn't look convinced.

Holly stabbed a finger at the paper. "Let him know you feel that you can't claim Logan without that document because it would harm too many people. It would hurt the woman you love very much. Do harm to her memory."

Crowley squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed a hand over his face wearily. "I will speak with him, but I cannot guarantee he will agree to abide by a falsified document."

Logan rushed around the desk to embrace his father. "Thank you!"

Crowley's voice stopped them as they made to leave his office. "Holly?"

She turned to look at the Ranger Commandant. "Yes, sir?"

"If I catch you forging any more documents there will be serious repercussions, are we clear?"

Logan hustled her out of the office before Crowley came up with some sort of punishment for this incident of forgery. Once they had made it all the way to the safety of Holly's room, with the door shut, Logan turned to her with a huge smile.

"We did it!" he declared, rushing forward to wrap her in a hug and twirl her around.

She laughed loudly, gripping his shoulders as he twirled her. "We half did it! He still needs to convince King Duncan," she reminded him.

"Okay, fine, we half did it. It's still more than I ever thought possible." He set her down, his hands now resting on her hips. "Thank you so much, Holly. I never could have done this without you."

"It wasn't much, not really," she insisted.

"It was too." He hauled her forward and hugged her tightly before releasing her and pecking a kiss on her cheek. "Thank you, you've given me more hope than I have ever had before."

She blinked up at him. "Okay, it really wasn't a big deal."

He was still smiling brightly. "It was. To me, it was a very big deal. Thank you, Holly." He bent and pecked another kiss on her cheek. "I need to go tell Mitchell, I have a sudden urge to share!"

She grabbed his sleeve and pulled him to a halt. "Wait, you can't tell him, Crowley will have a fit."

He stopped and turned to her smiling. "All right, fine. I need to get out of the castle for a while and do something! I can't stay cooped up right now!" He spun away, heading for the door. "I'll see you at dinner!"

And just like that he was gone, leaving her standing there alone, staring at the closed door feeling ... what exactly she wasn't sure. Whatever the feeling was it unsettled her more than a little. There was only one person she could blame for this unsettling feeling. Deva.

Damn and blast her best friend anyway! This was all Deva's fault for her constant poking and nagging about Logan. Her insistence that Holly liked him more than simply a friend. When he'd given her those two pecks on the cheek she found herself suddenly wondering if he'd stop there.

"Gaaaaaaah!" she yelled as she threw herself back on the bed, burying her face in a pillow, proceeding to scream loudly to vent her frustration.

She would find a way to get her best friend for this. No matter what, if it was the last thing she ever did, Deva would pay for putting these stupid lovey dovey thoughts in her head!"