*I don't own Jane and the Dragon or its characters

This was inspired by the biggest bog weevil I know. Hope you like it!

"Get out of my way!"

"Gladly, if you would step aside"

"Me? Why do I have to move?"

"Because you are in the way"

Pushing him away, Jane stomped off huffing mad. Jane was the most undesirable, stubborn, pigheaded, waste of a girl at least in Gunther's opinion. He watched her stomp off, feeling a bit disappointed in how he handled it. Arguments never worked, and he was not sure why he even tried. He had the feeling in his gut again, and almost lost his lunch when she moved the hair away from her face. Seriously, what was happening to him he thought.

Gunther the biggest, most annoying, egotistical pig, scratch that, egotistical donkey she had ever met she thought. He always had to argue with her, disagree with her just get the satisfaction to win an argument. If Jane was a man she would punch his face in, but sadly she was not. He just made her so mad in the worst sort of way and sometimes she did not know why. He just seemed to get more foolish with age, and it drove her mad.

Their debates on most occasions were of the following, everything and anything. Some might say Why not try to get along?

Misunderstandings, impatience, pride, even prejudice got in the way.

As fate would have it, they were paired up for the kings amusement later in the day to show everyone how real dancing was done. Jester on normal occasion would have been the prime example, but he was down with the sniffles so he was unavailable. Jane and Gunther fought Sir Theodore the whole way to the throne room. Of course as soon as they entered the throne room they put on their composure and got into position despite the shocked faces of their friends. Their faces spoke for them and of course their fake smiles were cracking. "You better not step on my foot" she whispered

"Just follow my lead and perhaps I can leave this place with half my dignity" he retorted

With the clap of his hands, the king asked for the dancing to commence. Sir Theodore was all used to instruments like he thought and lent his lute to him. He held Jesters lute like a natural, playing a merry jig.

They mentally agreed that after the whole ordeal that they were going to avoid each other as humanly possible. Their hands met each other and it was not so strange, it was quite natural actually. They were well acquainted with each other, so this was supposed to be just another command, but they were wrong. Gunther's stomach wanted to argue with him, trying to decide whether he needed to use the privy or lose lunch. If it were not for the audience, he wondered if he could handle the situation so well. A simple merry jig came and went, and the music changed to something more slow and romantic. It is well known that genteel men danced and she was reminded as to why that was. For societies sake, she supposed that Gunther would know such things, but for a moment she felt different.

With the snap of a lute string, the music stopped and so did the dancing. Once excused, Jane walked out of there as fast as she could. Jane's cheeks burned, and she hoped no one noticed; she had to escape before anyone could get the chance to. Gunther followed, but was too late. She mounted Dragon and flew off for patrol before be could tell her how well she did. She was not ready for the cruel feelings of infatuation, and hoped the flight would make her forget while Gunther hoped that somehow she would care about his existence even if for just a moment.