A/N. As always, thank you so much for your reviews, they make me so happy! :)

The word this week is swim. Funny, is it not? Michael, Selene and water is never a good-ending combination, as you should know by now... why not change this a bit?

Swim

"You can swim, can't you?" Michael addressed Selene, distrust heard in his voice.

"How do you think? If I couldn't- she rolled her eyes, as some idea hit her and she tried her best not to glare at him with disbelief. "I was unconscious back then, you know? How on earth could you know if I was a good swimmer or not?"

How the discussion turned towards that, Michael wondered. It was the first time she touched upon the subject. Perhaps it was because of the bridge over some dark stream that was now in front of them.

He felt like coming back to the subject, giving her the question he never knew the answer to. "You are not mad at me for smashing your car, then?"

Selene smiled at him sadly. The talk was becoming artificial, and it was possible to see neither of them was comfortable talking about such meaningless things. "No." You did save my life then, after all. "It would be stupid of you to think I was."

The dark-haired vampiress received a relieved look back. Too human…

"Let's go," Michael offered, not waiting for an approval. There was a narrow bridge that Selene never risked crossing, as there was literally nothing to see on the other side of the stream, or so she kept assuring herself, her mind overfilled with things much more important. These things meant nothing for her at that moment, though. Michael was there with her, obviously having some kind of plan in his head.

Selene had no time to consider the offer, as she felt herself falling into the water. Why? She was assured this can't have been an accident. It wasn't like her to slip or fall…

"Did you push me to the water on purpose, or what?" Selene knew neither of them could afford falling ill at the moment. The water felt cold and dirty.

"No." Michael was not going to disclose the real reason. "It just… happened. Sorry."

Sorry?

"What have you done, Michael?" the whisper did not promise anything good.

"Brought you into the water?"

Selene said nothing, obviously disturbed – a feeling she only got when with him. It felt wrong, and yet so right. These ideas did not assure her of anything, making her distrust her own mind instead. Remembering there was a conversation going on between them, she grimaced.

"And the reason of doing it was?" Selene winced, as the landing has not been a pleasant one, her body having fallen down to the water in not quite a comfortable position. The next thing was the smell. She had apparently cut herself when falling, the vampire realised. She recalled her face brushing some sharp object moments ago.

"No reason," Michael muttered, jumping to the water next to her, the cold splash feeling anything but pleasant to both. "Now we're even," he could not suppress an admiring glimpse her way.

Selene shrugged. "Possibly," she frowned in pain once again. Knowing the cuts were to heal soon, she was ready to simply accept the rules of the game.

"You wondered if I was a good swimmer, right? Let's move this way and see," she suggested, jestingly. Michael saw no reason why he should object. The water there was much darker, suggesting depth... exactly suitable for swimming. For a moment, however, an idea crossed his mind. Here they were, planning to participate in something similar to a swimming-competition? Not even changing their garments into something suitable?

"Stop, Selene. We should not do this, it's dangerous and unreasonable…"

"Of course it is, Michael. Of course it is," she whispered to herself, glad he changed his mind – the pain did not seem to leave her. Swimming back to the shore, she felt her body freezing.

Michael has experienced similar things as well.

"Denying the idea was the best decision we made today," he noted, receiving a shrug from Selene. Her thoughts were elsewhere. She was considering the situation…

"If that was an idea of yours to make me feel and possibly fall ill, you succeeded," she finally spoke, adding an obligatory smile. As the pain seemed to have left her, she decided not to mention those cuts to him. Maybe he was going to overlook those.

"But you're bleeding!" Panic could be heard in his voice.

"You see, Michael… I am not used to things turning out to be not the way they should," she sighed, remembering more than one case of things being far from how they should have been. His hand on her face, however, felt just right at that moment.

"Never do it again," Selene addressed her companion, placing his hand on hers. "You might have put me through some kind of concussion," she rolled her eyes, her tone not really frightening.

"I must have indeed got one back then," he shrugged, remembering the subject with which everything has begun. "But that must have been a grave case, as there is one particular creature I can't stop thinking of ever since," he spoke teasingly, wanting to make her smile at him. She did.

Wet, cold, uncomfortable and never thoroughly safe. Making stupid plans and having stupid conversations. Those were the things at that moment that meant nothing but sheer happiness to the two.

A/N. Please, tell me your opinions on this one!