I've been obsessing about Zanna, Don't! for a couple of days now and I just had this in my head.

This one-shot revolves around the song Who's Got Extra Love?
Pairing: One-sided Tank/Zanna.
Rating: PG just for safety.
Warning: None. A bit angst, though, but we all know they end up living happily ever after.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. I haven't even seen this musical, I just listen to the soundtrack A LOT. Italics mean line from the song.

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Mr. DJ

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"Hey, Zanna."
"Hey, Mr. DJ! Won't you play this song for me?"

Zanna asked him to play songs all the time. And Tank was always more than willing to play the desired song for his matchmaking friend.
Just to make him happy.

"From the way that you're beaming, I see that you're scheming to turn somebody's dream to reality."

Of course, he knew, that there are better things that made Zanna happy, like a succesful morning, scheming, spending time in the group of friends, singing or talking to Cindy.
Things and persons much better than Tank was.

"You know me so well."

Yes, yes, I do, Zanna, he wanted to say. I know you better than you would even guess. I'm always here, just right behind you, supporting your every move, trying to win your attention and always failing.
He would swear – or was it just his stupid hope? – that Zanna sometimes was flirting with him. Tank never got brave enough to approach him, mostly because there were always so many people surrounding Zanna, but there were times, when they were alone, just the two of them.
Those were the times when Tank felt happy.

"Well, it's not hard to tell. You're always happy making dreams come true."

Would it make you happy to make my dreams come true?
If only Zanna knew what his dreams were... Tank sighed inwardly, hoping he'll get over him one day.

"That's what I do..."
"But in spite of your list, there's always one guy you miss."
"I do? Who?"

It wasn't the first time when Tank wanted to say "Me".
And as always he didn't.

"You. I know you've got dreams, too."

They've had this conversation before and Zanna always shrugged it off, ignoring his own dreams and desires they both knew he had.
Tank somehow admired this about his friend. The fact that he was satisfied just making other people happy.

"No time, my friend."

Tank tried not to see Zanna's casual answer as rejection.
He failed again.

--- The End.