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Like a Diamond in the Sun.

Sabriel's eyes fluttered open and she found herself on a bed in the nurses' office at her school. She heard faint manly giggles and half-laughs coming from the other room and she squeezed her eyes shut and opened them just to make sure she wasn't dreaming and then swung her legs off the side of the bed and stood up way too quickly. The blood all rushed to her head and her heart started wildly pumping as she collapsed, yet again, to the floor. Except when was the floor cold as steel and strangely comfortable? Oh, it was Edward, who by catching her in mid-air after dashing in from the other room, really got suspicions going.

"That was really odd. You are really odd and I want to know what is going on. Now, please." Sabriel's eyes remained tightly shut as she said this and Edward was not looking kindly upon her.

"If only you didn't take things so seriously then you would have stayed in the room and I could have handled Jack very simply. I could have sensed him and rid of him without you, or anyone, becoming involved. But of course not. You had to be a tatterdemalion…" As Edward was rounding up his soliloquy, he was also gently placing Sabriel into a sitting position on the bed in the office and she was looking at him like he was a crazy person.

"That was completely uncalled for, you know." Sabriel injected simply.

"What was?" Edward asked, extremely put off that she would interrupt him.

"A tatterdemalion," She started with an impish smile, "is a poor person, or a ragamuffin. I, actually, am neither of those and that word does not fit into the grammar surrounding it. Stop trying to insert words to demoralize me, it works surprisingly well." Sabriel simply assumed Edward was gone because it was so quiet, but when she looked up Edward was gazing at her with a look that confused her a lot.

"My mother used to call me a tatterdemalion when I was little." Edward finally contributed.

"So did mine, actually." And Sabriel gave him a brave smile, thinking of the mother Stacey used to be was heartwarming and heart wrenching at the same time. Edward seemed to take note of the spasm of emotion that crossed her features because he was opening his mouth to ask more, but she beat him to it.

"Do you think of your parents often?" Sabriel softly asked.

"Yes, I do."

"Were they nice?"

"The nicest."

"How did they die?"

"Of Influenza."

"Well,…that's uncommon."

"Not then."

"Influenza hasn't taken large amounts of people out since, like, the 1900's."

"Yes."

"Do you see what I mean when I say you are odd?"

Edward sighed, a condescending sigh, sending Sabriel over the edge.

"Godammit Edward! You are truly impossible. You speak like you're from a different time period, you're mystical, you keep things so hidden and layered how could you ever be found out about…"

"Maybe because I don't want to be found out."

"Edward…" Sabriel started, at the mention of his name Edward leaned forward and rest both his hands on Sabriel's shoulders sending a shock down her spine. He opened his mouth as if to finally tell her what it is she can feel that is being untold, but suddenly he shut up completely, whipping his hands back to his side and he turned and left. By now this rash action was no real shock to Sabriel besides being offended because apparently she wasn't good enough to hear what Edward had to tell. She wandered into the room where Edward had been residing before she awoke and she saw the Nurses' computer was on. Sabriel got a sudden notion of what she would have been doing on the computer, which was looking at the medical files of fellow Sequim Senior High School students. As she rounded the desk she saw that that was exactly what Edward had been doing. Veronica's page was up and it turned out she had had several outbreaks of lice since fourth grade. In many ways Edward and Sabriel were far too different to be in any way alike, but then there was Debussy and their terse type of sense of humor and things that made them both crazy like not being able to hear what people are really thinking (yeah...) And those were the exact things that haunted Sabriel's mind, that made her refrain herself from hating him, that made her stop and think of the future and how he was the exact brand of person she always thought of herself ending up with. One who rubs her in the wrong way, that builds up passions even if it is a passionate hate. How could it ever happen, she thinks to herself, her normal, average, weird self with a marble statue of a man, smoothly polished and so perfect that Heidi Klum wouldn't be good enough for him. Hey, a girl has to have dreams, right?