A/N:

Che/muse written for Caesar's Palace's third shipping week (free choice). Also written for the Dodgeball Games contest at Caesar's Palace (write about a character following his or her motto to the last).

Word count: 504

Che never would have thought that she would be stood up on the third dinner date in a row. It was honestly getting depressing, and she didn't have time for that nonsense. She had a degree to get, kids to sit (on, perhaps), cats to pet, and a life to live.

At this point, she was wondering if her date didn't actually want to see her again like they had originally said (very sweetly, she might add). It wasn't like the two of them didn't know the rules and ropes of relationships like this; they both had the experience and the common sense. She didn't know why she kept accepting apology after apology and kept forgiving so quickly. Maybe it was because of their history and what they did for her. She wouldn't give up. After all, her motto on this matter was, "never give up and it might come back some day."

Che was in the shower thinking about her day when suddenly something struck her forehead. It suspiciously like a droplet of water, but it might have been some magic.

"I've got an idea! I've got an idea!" she heard coming from somewhere above her.

Dear God, was there a voice in the ceiling vent? It started to whisper to her some fragments of a story...

Che screamed. "Eureka!"

She hurried out of the bathroom to write down what she had in mind, but by the time she had dried off and sat down, the thoughts had flown away. She was really not enjoying this flitty flightness of whatever her relationship was with the voice in the ceiling vent. It was about time she got a full commitment.

It was the evening after her ceiling vent incident when she sat down and tried to get onto paper how she was feeling. First the dinner date, then the second dinner date, then the third dinner date, then never calling for the next month. How could she express what was going through her mind?

Her pen stood frozen on the page, and no matter how hard she tried to move her fingers, nothing would happen.

"How do I make you understand?" Che almost ripped out her air in frustration. "Brain, work!"

Finally, her heart broke and poured forth the words. An open letter, to the special significant other who broke her heart and brain time after time.

"I've known you ever since I was a little girl. You always came to me with stories of daring princes and far off places, and you were the one who taught me how to turn my cat into a lion that would take me on adventures.

"I don't know where you've gone or why you've gone, but I think inside you know what's going on.

"Even though you hurt me time after time, disappeared without warning, and refused to cooperate when I was being perfectly reasonable, I'm never going to give you up, not even at the bitter end."

And when she's in bed that night, drifting off to sleep, she hears it, the tiniest whisper.

"I'll never let you down."