Title: (You) You're Driving Me Crazy
Fandom: Wheel of Time
Characters: Mat/Tuon
Prompt: 076 – Who?
Word Count: 616
Rating: PG (because I'm paranoid)
Author's Notes: I love Mat. I love Tuon. Therefore, I love Mat/Tuon. If that wasn't obvious already. Someday I may actually write a storyline that continues over a few chapters. May be written totally in dialogue.

"I have a secret."

Tuon was sitting on the edge of her bed, swinging her legs back and forth and boring her eyes into him. Staring. Staring staring staring. It looked like her eyes were going to fall out of her head, she was staring so hard. He waited. If she wanted to tell him, she would.

"Well, aren't you going to ask me about it?"

"No."

She scowled. It made her look younger, that petulant expression on her heart shaped face. She accentuated that charming juvenile expression by sticking her tongue out at him. She was in a playful mood. He would enjoy it while it lasted. No doubt it wouldn't.

"Well, then I won't tell you."

"Fine by me."

He tapped his heels on the ground and fiddled with his hat, refusing to rise to her bait. She wanted him to ask. He liked to play her games, but if he asked, she'd won. He didn't want her to win today. She sighed, stared at him hard, and sighed again. "You're despicable," she said finally, without a hint of real anger. He shrugged helplessly, as if to say, It's true, and there's nothing I can do about it. She threw back her head and laughed the clear, bell-like laugh he rarely got to hear.

"Fine," she said. "You win. For now. I think I'll tell you."

Mat let his lips curl in a smile. "Whatever you wish."

"I'm in loooove." She stretched out the vowel, drawling it exaggeratedly. He glanced at her and raised an eyebrow, a little chill running down his spine. Very carefully, he kept his face still. He was good at that.

"Oh?"

Tuon smiled cheekily at him. "Uh uh," she said, shaking a long finger at him. "My lips are sealed. You're not getting this out of me."

He shrugged again, and returned to tapping his heels on the floor. He realized that he was tapping the rhythm of "Jak o' the Shadows" and stopped. Tuon sat back and looked at him. He looked right back at her.

"You are so infuriating," said Tuon. She pulled her knees up to her chin and sat perched on her bed, her big eyes watching him owlishly.

"I know."

"Fine. I'll give you a hint. He's –"

"Ah, so it's a boy."

She threw a pillow at him in an uncharacteristically undignified gesture. "Hush. He's not very tall, sort of thinnish, and he has a little smile that he gets when he thinks he's winning and he's not."

Mat looked at her and raised an eyebrow. Her face was admirably smooth. "Anything else?"

"He has the strangest habit of humming something when he thinks no one is listening, and sometimes, when he's frustrated, one eyebrow goes up and the other goes down and he chews on his lip."

Mat left his eyebrow raised and lowered the other one. Tuon smiled dazzlingly at him. "And…?"

"That's all. You have to guess."

"I'm not going to guess."

"Don't be silly. Of course you are."

"Aren't you going to tell me anyway?"

"Not if you don't guess."

"Fine. Is it…Valan Luca?"

Tuon's mouth twisted in an effort to keep from laughing. "No."

"I give up. Who is it?"

Tuon hesitated. Her mouth opened, her eyes widened, and then she stood and flicked him on the nose, lightly. "I'm not telling," she said.

"What?"

"I win," she said, and fled.