Fletcher was in his half-asleep mode. And he was so cute, with his face unmarked of worries, his arm over the side of the sofa, his legs exceeding the length of it. Valkyrie had let him spend the night with her at Gordon's, and she always woke up before him (the lazy git).

"Mmm... Valkyrie?" He mumbled, sluggishly opening his eyes.

"Yeah, Fletch?"

He yawned loudly. "I love you..."

She stopped. There wasn't anything she was really concentrating on, but she still stopped. "You do?"

"Yep. What about you?" He tried to rub the tiredness out of his eyes.

"Fletcher?"

"Right here."

"I hate you."

"Good to know, Val..."

She smiled. He was so sweet. She leant over him, her hair falling onto his face, and kissed him delicately. He closed his eyes again, breathing in her scent. "Love you too."

"I know. I'm sure you feel like the luckiest girl in the world, with a guy like me."

Maybe she should wake him up... She got up and wandered over to the kitchen, soaking a sponge with the tap until the water seeped out from the tiniest pressure.

"Where'd my hater go?"

"Coming!" She said in a sickly sweet voice. He opened his eyes, taking in the scene of Valkyrie walking over to him intently. The smile there was a dangerous and playful one; it was like a lion looking down on a mouse.

Only when she held out her hand did he notice what the danger was. His eyes widened, and now he was awake. Valkyrie laughed and sent the sponge smacking into his face.

"My hair!" Fletcher cried. Valkyrie's sides began cracking up at this. So she didn't see him grab it from the floor and hold it above her hair. He squeezed it all out, slowly, getting her as wet as he could.

"Triumph!" He announced, watching as Valkyrie was squirming as the cold air met the wet clothes.

"Fletcher Renn, I am going to kill you!"

"What? Turned on your proclamation already?"

"Yes! Now, let me get the kitchen knife. Just stay there!"

Fletcher grinned. He really did love her, caring or otherwise. Though, maybe he'd have to rethink this, seeing as she was actually walking out with a large and ugly knife, completing the murderous look with a chilling glint in her eyes.

Yay for murder. Um, yes, just a little short chappie cuz I felt like it. Longer one coming up next, I should think.

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