A/N: Third in a series of mostly-unconnected Shelkero ficlets. Those that are connected will be labeled as such. On occasion I will throw in something of the general-Deepground variety. If you like any of these, please leave me a review as to what you liked about it, as these will vary in style and substance. Thank you!
Music for this story: She Drives Me Crazy, by Fine Young Cannibals
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Compilation of Final Fantasy VII, nor do I own any of the music I may have used/referenced while writing. These respectively belong to Square Enix and the person or group that performed said music.
No One Else
She drove him absolutely nuts. She was always, he almost didn't dare even think the word, as it would get him in so much trouble with her, nagging him about something. Either she wanted him to leave her or someone else alone, or she wanted him to do something, or go to sleep, or wake up, or eat something, or stop sulking, and he balked at that, as he did not sulk, or help someone. He would give in to that last one, though, as it was inevitably the pilot she wanted him to help, and he didn't mind the pilot so much. He was a good source of information. And if her was really honest to himself, he kind of, well, he really did owe him the repairs.
But that didn't solve the problem of her driving him crazy. No matter how much he fought back, no matter how indifferent he was, no matter how much he gave in, she still wouldn't stop! Some days, he was so irritated that the expression "drove up a wall" finally made sense. Other days he just wanted to put his hands around her neck and squeeze. Other days, well, he had opened that door once and then slammed it shut and locked it, and he didn't want to open it back up any time soon, thank you very much.
The pilot, however, apparently thought otherwise, as he did it for him. Finding the pilot to be an excellent source of information, and knowing he had a close association with a woman, which had been explained to him as marriage, and that word he'd had to look up, he decided to ask the pilot how to deal with this problem that just wouldn't go away. When the pilot had said that there was once a woman who drove him insane like that, he had been relieved to find out that the pilot had experience in matters like these and apparently also how to escape them unscathed. However, when the pilot said that the solution was to get married, he had jumped in shock, and the resulting hit against the manifold he had his head in had popped all the locks off that door and propped it wide open.
On other days, he just wanted to grab her and kiss her senseless, until she couldn't talk any more. He was nearly positive that would get her to leave him alone. But finally being forced to acknowledge this made him turn more shades of red than he realized existed, trip over his words, and rush off without looking her in the eye, because he knew that if he did he wouldn't be able to help himself.