I'm so sorry! It's been over a year since I had an update (literally a year, geez) and I'd just run out of ideas. Then I had this pop up and I just thought bam! and so here it is. Now real fluff, but enough char. development to keep you guys happy.


Nathanials rather pathetic dreams of asking Wednesday on a, well, normal date were dead the second he was snapped to reality by her biting sarcasm. Really, whenever she looked at him with that look in her eyes (usually accompanied by a remark about his intelligence), he could feel his hopes wither and die like her mother's roses.

He wasn't expecting much, but really didn't want to have to redefine his relationship with her after this.

"Goddamnit Wednesday!" Nathanial yelped as he danced away from the outstretched fingers of a member of the living dead. They were surrounded by a horde of them, trapped in Addams Family crypts. Their oozing flesh, putrid and rotting, filled the air between them. "You just had to work on your satanic rituals here!"

Wednesday frowned, flicking a pin she usually kept in her braid at one of the closer undead. Her Aunt Aurelia, she believed. She turned back to face the boy who was currently smashing in her Uncle Tiberius's face with the thin birch cane she'd used to draw the pentagram, not caring that her projectile had ripped out her Aunt's eye and dropped the zombie like a stone.

"Why are you whining?" she demanded. "I thought fighting zombies was one of your dreams."

Nathanial grimaced as she kicked at a twitching hand that scrabbled at his boot. "Wednesday, that was a nightmare I had a month ago."

The Addams girl frowned. "I know." Her porcelain face smoothed again as she gored her cousin Berchard's face with the thin stiletto she kept in her shoe. Blood that had begun to course through dead flesh, urged by her pentagram, splashed both hers and Nathanial's faces.

"Wednesday…" Nathanial turned to look at Wednesday in wonder, his attention wandering from the headless zombie that was clumsily waving its arms around searching for prey. "Were you trying to do something nice?"

Wednesday scowled as she flung her knife, striking the undead that was attempting to chomp on Nathanial from behind. "Obviously not." She seemed sourer than usual, more… edgy. Something that had nothing to do with killing her already dead relatives. "Now pay attention. I would be annoyed if I had to kill you because you were bitten."

"Why, Wednesday!" Nathanial tittered, using the mockingly shallow voice of many of their peers. "I'm so flattered of your attentions-OW!"

Nathanial stared disbelievingly at the bobby pin that Wednesday had jabbed into his forearm. "You- you stabbed me!"

"So?" Wednesday snorted petulantly, tugging him back by his shirt collar to avoid a haphazard swipe from the still headless zombie. "I've stolen your kidney too."

"I have to be on a strict regimen of medication, dieting, and exercise thank you!" Nathanial let a small amount of actual anger into his words.

"Who pays for it?" Wednesday asked. She gave him a baleful look before finishing the last of the zombies that moaned around the crypt.

"My insurance plan?"

"Pfft. Yeah, right." Wednesday scoffed. "Like your insurance company would ever believe a teenager girl stole your kidney and cover it. No, my parents are."

"W-what?" Nathanial gawked.

"My mother was rather… angry with me, for doing such a thing to you. She thought you were a pretty decent sort, for someone who wasn't an Addams and was disappointed I'd been so rude as to take your organs without asking." Wednesday rolled her eyes. "I suppose she's just glad I have a friend I'm not related to."

"Friend?" Nathanial's heart soared a little. He'd never heard Wednesday ever refer to their unique (a sometimes downright abusive) relationship, never heard her define him as her friend.

"I suppose that's what we are." Wednesday seemed elegantly amused, as if she was merely humoring her mother.

"You suppose?" Despite himself, Nathanial began to feel slightly upset. His voice rose. "You suppose we're friends?"

Dammit; he hated how he would give everything he had to make someone like Wednesday Addams like him and all he would receive were barbs that hurt like hell. He looked at the pin still sticking out of his arm. Often all he got was stitches for his trouble.

"I'm tired of being nothing but a guinea pig to you Wednesday!" Nathanial's voice hummed with frustration.

Wednesday opened her mouth to retort, her eyes narrowed-

"No." Nathanial interrupted. "I'm going to finish." He took a deep breath. "You aren't a perfect person, Wednesday. In fact, by most people standards, you wouldn't even be considered a person of sound mind and body. I accept that about you, because, mostly, you're an Addams and that's what an Addams is. Insane and sadistic."

He began to pace, stepping over the still twitching bodies of the undead that littered the floor.

"But you shut me out," he growled, turning to look the impassive girl in the eye. "I know you don't like people in general, and I'm happy you even associate with me. I'm really happy; it keeps my social worker from using me as an excuse to drag up my social instability as an excuse to lump me with my parents and you usually provide the most entertaining ways to spend an afternoon."

"So whats the problem?" Wednesday snapped.

"You know my birthday, my favorite color-"

"Blue is a stupid color."

"-my family issues; you know a lot about me and I know nothing about you. This is really one-sided and, I feel like you look down on me because of it!" Nathanial threw his hands into the air. "I feel like you think I'm weak, or something, because I like telling you about myself and my interests and let you know me."

The crypt rung with his words, and Wednesday's voice looked even more stony than usual. The silence lengthened.

And suddenly, Wednesday's eyes softened.

She tilted her head slightly, regarding Nathanial with careful black eyes. "My favorite color is green."

"Not black?" Nathanial asked in mock-surprise, the tension in his shoulders easing as normality set back in.

Wednesday scowled at him, but he noticed it was noticeably lighter than usual and there were lines of relief around her eyes. "Don't push it." She pushed past him and exited the crypt, kicking in the face of a zombie that strained for her ankle.

"Wouldn't dream of it." he grinned and followed Wednesday out into the night.

It wasn't a kiss, it wasn't a date… but it was a start.