I will probably be killed in my sleep for writing this but I had a sudden urge to write this and so I shall. Grievous and Ventress romance, I searched fanfiction and haven't found any so mwahahaha I claim the first. If you have any problems with this tell me in a review, but give a reason for your claims.

Chapter 1

Just after the battle on Kamino…

Grievous sat in his room reflecting on the battle. The plan had been working well, the Republic thought they were winning while in fact they were helping to prepare the ground invasion.

Of course his brilliant sneak attack plan was ruined when Kenobi had figured it out. Then of course that failure of an assassin let him escape to report back and then the city was ready for his attack. If she had of killed him, they had fought plenty of times during the war, he glumly considered the fact that he was no stranger to fighting Kenobi either, without success.

Even with the clones ready for his ground assault the main objective was to steal the clone DNA while he distracted everyone. He thought back to when he met the bald witch in the hallways. With a groan he wondered why he complimented her skills as equal to his. Was he trying to flatter her? Regardless she brushed it aside, but as she turned away he had grabbed her arm and offered her a droid escort. Did he want to protect her, or was he trying to remind her of who was in charge and that she needed him and his army?

Then she had stroked his mask, it was obviously intended to anger him since he couldn't risk wounding her during a battle. However he had almost enjoyed it, no female had ever willingly touched him for a long time.

The plan failed, and despite his urge to leave her, Grievous had flown in to rescue her from Skywalker and his troops. Did he actually care about the young Sith?

Grievous walked out of the room, intent on smashing a few droids.

(VENTRESS ROOM)

She was meditating on her bed, the disappointment of the failed mission swelling inside her. It was that cyborg's fault she decided, if he had done as he supposed to and kept everyone distracted then Skywalker wouldn't have been able to interfere.

The surprise she had felt at his compliment had withered when she heard he considered her his equal at best. He may be the strongest and most powerful warrior in the galaxy but without the Force he could never be the best. His offer of a droid escort made her wonder; did he want to make sure she was looked after? Or did he want her to be reliant on him? She had rejected his offer before stroking his mask and using her seductive tone, usually reserved for Obi Wan. He appeared to be frozen, shocked by her actions, or maybe he was trying to contain himself from attacking her. At least he came back for her when the mission failed.

Ventress settled back into her meditation, the issues with Grievous weren't that important.

(BRIDGE)

"General" Dooku appeared via hologram, "I have heard the mission was a failure. What excuse do you have?"

"Your assassin failed to kill a spy who discovered our ground forces. If they weren't forewarned we could have moved in quickly and destroyed them all."

A smile grew across Dooku's face, "That's funny because she blames you for making the plan too obvious and failing to keep the Republic distracted."

Grievous' eye twitched furiously but he didn't reach for the nearest droid's head. "She blames me, and what do you think Count?"

Dooku pondered for a moment, "I think that unless you two learn to work together the Republic will beat you every time. Starting now you and Ventress will spend at least one standard hour a day together, I don't care if it's training, insulting or even trying to tear each other apart you two will learn to be a team like the Jedi are." Dooku vanished before Grievous could start yelling.

Ventress, who had been standing just outside the door, rolled her eyes as she listened to the droids screaming as Grievous tore them apart with roars of fury. Great, now she had to be stuck with him for an hour a day till they were given a mission. She decided to enter the bridge but before she could he stormed out and collided with her. Ventress fell onto her butt and glared up at him. "Watch where you're going you giant lump of metal."

"Excuse me?" he looked down at her, "You were the one standing at the door, probably listening to me and the Count, so you are at fault."

"You are, striding around like you own the place." Ventress stood up

"This is my ship" Grievous retorted

"Big deal, I'm surprised you even have a ship left after all your failures." Ventress smirked

"Oh and I suppose you have always succeeded in your missions." Grievous scoffed

"At least I don't come crawling back to get limbs stuck back on"

"I don't come back and fall at the old man's feet begging for forgivness."

"I at least freed Gunray, which led to you having Fisto at your mercy and he got away, failure."

A battledroid walked past and sniggered at that last one. Grievous punched a hole in its chest before taking a deep breath. He calmly stepped around Ventress and continued down the corridor. After a moment he looked back. She was gone. He turned back to find her right in front of him.

"Pity you couldn't have been that sneaky on Kamino" he muttered as he walked past. She walked beside him for a moment.

"Can you slow down a bit?" she muttered, "You take steps three times the size of mine when I'm running, but in this instance I'm walking in a dress, please."

Grievous slackened his pace and walked beside her. Truth be told this was the longest they had ever had a conversation, it was nice not to be shouting or insulting the other for once.

"Thanks by the way" Ventress nodded in his direction. "Thanks for not leaving me on Kamino, Skywalker seemed very hostile."

"Well I couldn't leave you" Grievous blinked several times, "I mean Dooku would have been very upset if I returned without you."

Ventress had at first been happy to hear he wouldn't leave her, but with that last part the glow vanished.

"So you would've left me" she spoke icily. "I'll remember that next time you need a ride."

Grievous almost winced at how cold her voice was. They reached the training room and without thinking they entered. Ventress pulled her lightsabers from her belt and stood away from Grievous as he took off his cape and ignited two of his.

"Bring it on" Grievous watched Ventress carefully for her usual sneaky tactics. He was not wrong as she pulled off her skirt and flung it at him, intent on obscuring his view. Grievous slashed through it with one blade while the other blocked both of hers. Being the stronger one he pushed her back and pressed his attack. Ventress retaliated by using the Force to push him away so she could catch her breath. Grievous charged forward swing his blades in circles which he was well known for doing. Ventress jumped over him and swung with one lightsaber, he spun around and his arm collided with hers, knocking the lightsaber aside. Her eyes widened as she realised she was fully exposed in mid-air; a flash of pain went through her as a massive clamed foot smashed into her chest. She sensed him advancing towards her and she got to her feet and gripped her remaining lightsaber. He raised both of his blades and brought them down again and again, using his incredible strength to drive her to her knees. Eventually she lost her grip on her lightsaber and it fell from her slack hands. A quick Force push at his legs caused Grievous to fall forward, on top of her. Thankfully his spare arms sprang out and stopped him from crushing her as they landed on either side of her head. For a moment they breathed deeply after the fight, Grievous deactivated his lightsabers and clipped them to his belt. Ventress raised a hand and stroked his mask with a smirk.

"What?" he asked suspiciously

"Perhaps you are my equal after all" she answered.

Grievous eyes narrowed and in a flash of steel one of his arms held her wrists while his fourth held her chin.

"I am glad to see you did not suffer major facial injuries" he released her and stood up, "We wouldn't want to have to operate on such a pretty face, although maybe we could do something about the hair" he offered her one of his hands.

"Watch it tin can" she threatened playfully as she allowed him to help her up, "You want to talk about looks maybe you should get yourself put through a speeder wash." She gave a quick grin before walking away and using the Force to summon her lightsabers.

Grievous watched her leave, her hips swaying alluringly, he looked up at the ceiling to avoid examining her beautiful legs. No wonder Kenobi was smitten with her when they fought. He shook his head.

"I am General Grievous" he growled, "I cannot allow emotions to distract me." He walked out of the training room and after making sure Ventress wasn't around, made his way back to the bridge.