Legend of Zelda is not mine; Rated T for the usual violence, swearing suggestiveness and such~

I am still working on Stuck with you but this idea got into my head and wouldn't leave!~ SO now here we are~ Please review, flames will be used to melt little fluff marshmellows~ This is kinda like a prologue-y thing to the main story, to explain it a bit.

I was trapped. Maybe trapped wasn't such a good word as stuck. Stuck within the mind of my willing host and cringing as his body was thurst about the air; the giant demonic hand clutched tightly around his- our- neck. The impact of the ground broke bones, pain was lacing his mind and all I could do is panic; would he live? My worry was not for my kingdom or for my own safety, but his.

He who gave his life (not in a death sense of the meaning) to keep me safe and help Hyrule. He who had cared for me these past seven years without fail… he who I was now begging to open his eyes so we could see the world again, who I was crying over to just smile one more time and to brush it off like he had before.

The Hero saved us; he would have no inkling as to how grateful I was to him at that didn't matter, the Goddesses even didn't matter. No, what mattered was that he had allowed us to live, had stopped the monster from finishing us off and would allow him to heal. Never would I tell him how much I appreciated his help at that moment.

We switched then, me and my host; to allow him to heal and become complete again. I took on the guise and donned the Sheikah garb, he tucked himself into my mind and fell into a restful sleep that would enable his body to mend though technically he was in no body whilst there.

I guided the Hero at the next temple; had he any clue it was not who he thought it was? I wasn't sure, only worried that he would not have enough resting time before we were to separate to have been healed properly. I could not dwell on it though; for the Hero soon fled the Spirit Temple and I found myself standing before him, telling a lie about who I truly was.

Why would I lie? Why didn't I tell him that my host was a true person and not a fancy bit of magic? Because I was selfish. He had been hurt by trying to protect others; no longer would I allow this to happen to him again. He didn't have to get hurt by trying to defend anyone, anyone but me that was. I could keep him safe, my old guardian was gone, ascended into Sage, he was the last I could turn to for this 'job'. I could be selfish, and I could make it so the only one he had to worry about was me.

And then I would protect him, by taking down anything that stood in the way of his safety, because never again would I bear to see him hurt. I would keep the Hero away from him, keep him from breaking his heart, and I would keep him safe… I would…

But I was sepereated from my host, from my friend, when the Hero chose to go back to his own time. Time fixed all wrongs; time sent him back to his people in Termina, time led the Hero to the same lands. It was fate that kept them from crossing paths there, fate that kept the Hero from bedding down in the castle and instead roaming across Hyrule.

It was him that found me seven years later; a letter addressed by him announced his training was over and he was now Master Sheikah; told me that he was coming home again. How my heart skipped beats, how my very breath was stolen from my body at those words! After all these lonely years, he would be back! Back with me, back wher he belonged…back where the Hero could find him…

I knew that he and the Hero had mutual feelings of adoration, even I admired the Hero. But then the spark of life that I was dwelling inside caught my eye and I refused to look to anyone but him. I had truly tried to tell the Hero that I was merely acting as my host for the last temple, that he was real… but the Hero wouldn't listen.

It was sad really, I only tried for the benefit of my host; I didn't care if the Hero knew him to be real or not, only that having the Hero hate him would tear him apart on the inside. I vowed I would keep him safe and protect him from harm; emotional harm counted in that as well.

I had tried, but I had failed and I could only hope that he could forgive me for not being able to tell of the true nature of things. I wasn't dwelling on that though; because as soon as I saw his deep ruby eyes staring into mine and not looking in a mirror, breathed in his rich and exotic scent as I drew him into a hug, felt his lithe and comforting form wrapped in my own…

I melted.

For the first time in Seven years I felt whole; like I wasn't missing something. Life gained meaning again; the colors came back in full force (ecspecially the reds), everything seemed so much clearer…

There was no way I was going to let him go again. I finally had him in my arms and there he would stay. So when I emotionally whispered "Welcome home Sheik," it was not the castle or the lands I was speaking of.

It was within my arms, where he belonged.

Huzzah so here's the prologue! Please review and such, I hope you enjoyed and the next chapter shouldn't be too long~

~ Ray