So! Let me begin, I AM SO SORRY! I have no excuses as to WHY it has taken me so long to get this up, other than writer's block. And laziness. But let's not get into that. Here it is, number four. I'm terribly ever so sorry. I really am.

Again, if you see ANY errors please let me know. I edited this myself, so I'm bound to miss a few things. Thank you so much for waiting. And to all of you who reviewed.

The only woman on the training ground could barely stand. Her knees were bent inward trying in vain to hold her up, her arms were hanging at her sides, limp from fatigue, and her head was no longer held up with defiance. Her ragged breaths were uneven and shallow. But unbeknownst to the man she had just sparred, she was smirking. Her pastel hair hid this fact well, and her green finger nails twitched towards a weapon.

"Why bother attacking again? You've been beaten." Though even as he said these words he knew enough not to turn his back to his opponent. What could she possibly plan? He stood erect, but tired and tattered. She certainly had done a number on him.

"You lost."

The smirk grew.

Sasuke didn't know what hit him. He never had a chance. Something near a punch to the gut, and a right hook to his face, all the while being forced up and away. Sakura wasn't where she was before. She now stood tall and proud at the edge of his vision. Frayed and ruthless, she watched him try to get up. But to Sasuke's dismay, he couldn't. No. No. No. NO! Get up! This can't…

"You'll only hurt yourself. I've broken four of your ribs, and severed quite a few major nerves. It's physically impossible for you to get up Sasuke. Don't bother." Crouching above his broken and weary body, she eyed him. "What the hell did you do?" He coughed. Never before had he been beat like this. This was unbelievable. I can't move. I can't get away, if she wanted to kill me she could. But she wouldn't…would she? Just looking at her expression made him question that last thought.

Is this what I look like when I…

She shifted and leaned over more so her shadow covered his torso and head. Her right hand moved up and Sasuke, faced his death. But, it wasn't death, it was a soft green glow. And suddenly, he could feel his legs and his back and then his arms. His ribs knitted themselves back into place and cuts, major and minor were healed.

Feeling much better than before he rose to rest on his elbows but stopped as a tiny force hit him on his cheek. A little drop of blood from the corner of the medic's lips ran down her chin and dripped the life giving red fluid onto his face. Another drop followed the first, and soon there were more. Sasuke couldn't see much of her face, her bangs were in the way, but he could tell her eyes were closed.

"How's that Sasuke? I almost kill you, then bring you back like it never even happened. But you're right I lost." She fell backwards onto her rump and sighed heavily. There was a tired and broken feeling radiating off of her it made him cringe. "You see, the minute I attacked you, I knew I would have to heal you." She paused again to catch her breath and wipe away the blood on her chin. But only succeeding in spreading is across her cheek. "That attack," she paused again and almost looked at him "no way in hell I'm telling you what it is" She looked back down at the ground between her legs "takes a huge amount of chakra to pull off, and then even more to undo the damage it causes." She was breathing hard now and still wouldn't look at him. The Uchiha rose to a sitting position as the woman fell over onto her back.

With a sudden jolt he remembered the training sessions with Team 7 and how exhausted they would all be at the end of the day. All of them wearily sitting alone nursing wounds or just lying on the ground and watching with unfocused eyes the sky. He turned his head ever so slightly to watch the pink haired woman as she slept. None of this went unnoticed by the resident sannin.

This was their routine for some time. Wake up, eat breakfast, and train. Afterwards in Sakura's case sleep and regain any lost chakra and energy, in Sasuke's case, meditate, which really just meant he'd watch Sakura sleep. Then they would train again. Food was eaten when needed, and such other trivial things were fit in between the training. After the sun had set, Sakura slept more and on rare occasions so did Sasuke. Resistance meetings were also held at the strange hours of the night. And it would be Sasuke who had to wake Sakura, a task no one should have to do.

She was bright and cheering this evening, having beaten him twice that day, but he was rubbing his jaw. She had a wicked upper hook even when she was asleep he found out. He stopped abruptly when he felt a hand on his jaw. The pressure was unwelcome and he was about to swat it away, but the hand was warm and his jaw felt better. Damn her and her abilities to cause pain and then take it away with the same hand. He looked at her for the first time in a long time. Straight in the eye, and what he saw, he didn't like. He could see reflected in her eyes, they were being followed. Thinking fast, and coming up with ten different plans, he gambled and went for plan number 7.

Sakura was in a state of shock, she had been careful when she healed his jaw to make it all look natural. She had known they were being followed for some time now, and she was careful to show Sasuke that. But this!?!? What was this!?!? Did he even know? Was he caught in the moment, and hadn't noticed? But all the questions melted away to the bottom of her mind to a little puddle as Sasuke's lips wrecked havoc.

It was meant to be a decoy, to through the follower off. So all that he or she, would think was they stepped out to have a little private time. But HELL! It was throwing Sasuke off! Her lips! Once he started he was fairly certain it would be simple to stop, this was Sakura after all, but each time he thought that he'd stop she'd do something! She'd mewl, or kiss him back or move the hand she had embedded in his hair and he would go crazy! Finally when he was fairly certain both he and she were about to pass out due to lack of oxygen, he pulled away immediately missing the feeling of her lips.

Both of them were gasping and Sakura was for once speechless. She stood, weight leaning against Sasuke with her arms around his neck and her hands buried in his hair. Looking down at her, with her cheeks flushed Sasuke smirked and attacked her again. The meeting wasn't really all that important. He had other… business to attend to first. It's only about supplies and Yuki can take care of it.

Hell at this point nothing was all that important right now.