The long awaited Fletcherie. I'll probably do a Caelan one after this, but after that...

Fletcher was being annoying again.

Of course, he was always annoying, but... He was being more annoying than usual. It was a chilly fall day, and Valkyrie really didn't want to be standing on top of a windy roof over Dublin, having this conversation. Again.

"Are you sure you aren't secretly dating Caelan?"

"I think I would know whether or not I was secretly dating Caelan, Fletcher. No."

"Really?"

Valkyrie threw her hands in the air, on the verge of jumping off the roof she was currently standing on. A very jealous-looking Fletcher Renn stood right behind her. You know, she thought, maybe I should just push him off the building, instead of jumping off of it myself. Fletcher didn't seem to notice her contemplation of murder/suicide, and plowed blindly onward.

"But I know he likes you, I know he does, and, you know..."

"No, I don't know, Fletcher. Please enlighten me." Valkyrie noticed how angry her sarcastic comment had sounded.

"He's a vampire, for Pete's sake! I feel like that werewolf from that stupid girly fandom..." Valkyrie groaned. She hated that fandom, Dimlight, or Twilight, or whatever, and disliked the fact that the main character couldn't seem to take care of herself. She imagined Dusk or Caelan sparkling, and couldn't suppress a giggle.

"Have you ever imagined Dusk sparkling?"

"Right, so you're secretly dating the other vampire. Thanks muchly, I feel waaay better now, Val."

"Next you'll be accusing me of secretly dating the Torment. I'm not dating anyone but you, Fletcher."

"But how do I know that?" A new tone of desperation touched his voice. Valkyrie couldn't help turning around, and saw his eyes glistening with unshed tears. Fletcher looked down, hiding his face.

"I love you, Val. I don't want you stolen by some vampire."

"He's not just 'some vampire', he's my friend."

"Like I said, I have no way of knowing that."

"You have to trust me, Fletcher."

"It's him I don't trust. He's what, five-hundred years old? He's got way more practice at acting charming and pretending to be noble than any douchebag off the street. I wanna protect you." Val grabbed Fletcher and hugged him.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

A figure stood on a roof on the other side of the street, watching their embrace. A heartbeat later, the figure leaped off the roof. Caelan hugged his coat closer and set off down the street.

Guys, I'm fresh out of ideas. Fresh. Out. I need inspiration! Please review, or the endless stream of one-shots will stop. Suddenly. Review!