Authors Notes:

Wow, been a while since I actually got off my...posterior and wrote something. Anyway, this is going to be a collection of very short stories on the relationship between Moordryd and Artha, because there just aren't enough out there. Some stories will be inter-linked, and some will be one shots. My very first Dragon Booster ficcy too, yay! I just hope the characers aren't too OOC... So, I hope you enjoy it

Parings:Slight Artha/ Moodryd

Characters: Artha, Connor, and Moordryd

Disclaimer:The author forfeits any and all ownership claims over the characters from Dragon Booster, they are only to be used for non-profit entertainment purposes.

Utility Closet

"Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending."

Carl Bard

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The creaking sound was what alerted them first to the presence of another. The brunette tensed slightly, the blond wrapping a comforting arm around the slim waist. Both tilted their heads towards the entrance of their small prison. The two males blinked and squinted a little as the bright light flooded their senses, their eyes needing to adjust after being in the dark for so long.

Above them, the shocked face of Connor Penn gawked down at the two teens sitting in the utility closet. Well...actually, it was more like Moodryd was sitting with back against the wall with Artha half sprawled over his lap. Either way, they were there...in the closet...with each other...alone. Connor continued to stare, eyes taking in the arm wrapped around Artha's waist, the way the brunette leaned into the younger Payne, how they seemed so comfortable in each others presence. He cleared his throat and took a small step back,

"Artha...um...I er...I'll speak to you...later, inside...tonight..."

Spinning on his heel, the elder Penn sprinted off in the direction of the stables. Artha and Moodryd watched his progress until he was out of sight, then turned to exchange confused looks.

"What was that all about?"

Moodryd shrugged carelessly,

"Beats me, maybe he finally snapped. I know that anyone would end up in the mental ward after being around you."

He smirked as Artha glared and huffed at him, a surprisingly cute sight in all honesty, before deciding to move on to more pressing matters,

"Now, get off me Stable Brat, you're heavy!" 'And if you don't stop looking at me like that, I'll end up molesting you.'

Artha blushed at the sudden intense look Moordryd gave him,

"Hey! It's not my fault! You were the one who tripped over the bucket and dragged me down with you!"

"Details, details."

Moodryd waved his hand airily, then shoved the other teen off his lap and stumbled to his feet. Several hours locked in a cramped closet tends to cause ones limbs to fall asleep after all. He stepped over his shocked looking rival and swept from the closet, glancing over his shoulder momentarily,

"Are you coming Stable Brat? Or do you prefer sitting around in small, confining spaces?"

Artha growled under his breath but dragged himself up and slowly stepped out into the hallway. The two stood, staring at each other for a minute, before Moordryd narrowed his eyes,

"The last few hours never happened, we will never speak of this again."

Artha simply nodded,

"Agreed."

"Good, now that that's settled, there's just one last thing."

"Huh?" Artha blinked and suddenly found himself face to face with the blond teen, "um, wha-?"

Whatever questions he had were quickly and efficiently cut off by Moordryd swiftly kissing him...and surprisingly he found himself returning it. Several seconds later Moordryd stepped away, smirked and spun around,

"Be seeing you Stable Brat."

Artha watched him walk off, still in a daze. Belatedly his glanced at his watch, and snapped out it in shock,

"Ah, I should have been at the stables 15 minutes ago! I'm so dead!"

So saying, the younger Penn sprinted off in the direction of the stables, pointedly ignoring the tingling sensation in his belly, or the way his lips had curled into a pleased expression.

FIN

Authors Notes:

Well that's it for the first one. I didn't really like the ending, but nothing I came up with was any better glares at ending don't much like the title either, ah well. So, what do the readers think? Good, Bad, What were you smoking? Reviews, constructive criticism, and virtual cookies are all welcomed...flames are not and will be used to roast marshmallows. Until next time!