'Before All This.'
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Young Wizards (Besides all the books)
A/N: OMG! I'm SOOOOOOOOO sorry! I've been really sick lately, plus consumed by evil dance teachers, and I haven't had any time to write.
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"It's certainly possible."
Dairine looked at Tom, and shook her head. "How can it? How can emotions be my specialty? I mean, emotions aren't....solid."
Tom regarded her seriously. "Oh, but they are. More so than rocks or trees. Dealing with emotions is a very serious matter. It's a great responsibility, Dairine."
"And of course, I'm the one that's stuck with it."
He smiled. "I have to admit, it is rare. But you've never been the ordinary one in the lot of you."
"Which is saying something." She joked.
"Indeed, it is."
Dairine sighed, finishing the last of her coke and standing up. Tom stood up too, and followed her to the door.
"Thanks for the help, Tom."
"Any time, Dairi. Now where are you headed?"
"Ireland."
Tom smiled.
"Okay, now I'm scared."
"Why?"
"Because..Dairine is a brat, and she would so find messing around with people's emotions fun."
"Oh, shut up, Kit. Dairi's not a brat anymore, and you know it."
He turned towards Nita, facing the wall of her bed, and rested his chin on his hands.
"I guess your right."
"Look at the way she got you to work with Ronan."
He looked agitated. "Yeah. Nothing less than a miracle."
"Oh, come on, Kit, Ronan's not that bad..." She trailed off, as a look of hurt flashed Kit's face, and he stood off her bed.
"Kit.." She whispered, as he silently walked to the door.
He swung his bag on to his back, and left the room, slamming the door behind him. Nita sighed, jumping off the bed as well, and running after him.
'Great,' she thought. 'Leave it to me to go and say something like that to him.'
She knew, that no matter what she said, Kit would always be sensitive when it came to Ronan. He had never liked Ronan in the first place, and she knew that being with Kit did not change his thoughts.
She caught up with him as he walked down the street, slowly, his angry eyes fixed on the road in front of him.
"Kit, hold on, would you?" She took his hand, but he continued to walk.
She impatiently tugged on his hand, stopping him, and pulling him around to face him. He pulled his arm out of her grasp and glared at her angrily.
"What is wrong with you?" She breathed
"I don't know, Nita. I'm just tired."
"Tired of what?"
"I'm tired of competing with him!"
Nita stared at him. He looked back, and behind the anger in his eyes, she found something that she finally understood. Jealousy, hate, self consciousness. But the key feeling she saw in his eyes, the one that was covered up the most, was fear. He was scared of losing her. To her own surprise, she began to laugh.
Kit looked at her, shook his head in disgust, and turned away. Suddenly serious, she put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. He was shaking.
"Kit," She whispered. "Your scared of something that isn't here."
"What?" He whispered back, still shaking.
"Your scared I still have feelings for Ronan?"
His shivering increased.
"Kit, when..I kissed Ronan, that one time, there was nothing there but confusion, and I think the only reason it happened was I was supposed to find out about Ro."
"Who?"
"His Power."
"Oh.."
"But the truth is Kit, the only attraction I felt towards him was the hormonal surges of fourteen, and I was never more attracted to him than I was to you, even way back then."
He turned towards her.
"So what are you saying?" He whispered
She reached up, and ran a hand through his hair.
"That you don't need to be jealous or scared of Ronan."
"Jealous?," He scoffed, "of him? Let me tell you-."
"Kit," She interrupted. "Ronan was here." She brought her hand up to his head, and tapped it.
He blinked at her.
"But you," She brought her hand up to her heart. "Are here."
He lowered his eyes and turned away. Nita sighed.
"Kit, Please don't do this."
"Do what?"
"Don't be mad at me..for.."
"I'm not mad...I just.." His eyes were still averted. But when he finally looked up, she saw the immediate conflict that appeared in his eyes.
"Don't bite your lip like that." He said.
"Why?"
"Because," He took a step towards her. "It makes me want to kiss you. And that feeling leaves a state of blankness in my mind, and it's making me forget why I'm upset."
Nita laughed, and closed the remaining space, brushing his cheek with her hand.
"Kit. I love you."
And that was it. The three words that had been dancing off each of their tongues for weeks. The three words that had clouded each of their minds for months. The three words that had been destined to them for years.
He opened his mouth, but she placed a finger on his lips.
"Not yet," She whispered. "When the time for you is right."
His eyes widened, and his mouth opened, then closed, and then he shook his head, and silently bent his head and kissed her. His kiss openly told her what his words could not. When he pulled back she grinned at him, and pulled his arm back towards her house.
"Besides, Ronan couldn't kiss like that, anyway."
"Hnnn."
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Yay! N/K! And we find out what Dairine's specialty is! dun dun! Please review! And sorry again it took so long!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Young Wizards (Besides all the books)
A/N: OMG! I'm SOOOOOOOOO sorry! I've been really sick lately, plus consumed by evil dance teachers, and I haven't had any time to write.
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"It's certainly possible."
Dairine looked at Tom, and shook her head. "How can it? How can emotions be my specialty? I mean, emotions aren't....solid."
Tom regarded her seriously. "Oh, but they are. More so than rocks or trees. Dealing with emotions is a very serious matter. It's a great responsibility, Dairine."
"And of course, I'm the one that's stuck with it."
He smiled. "I have to admit, it is rare. But you've never been the ordinary one in the lot of you."
"Which is saying something." She joked.
"Indeed, it is."
Dairine sighed, finishing the last of her coke and standing up. Tom stood up too, and followed her to the door.
"Thanks for the help, Tom."
"Any time, Dairi. Now where are you headed?"
"Ireland."
Tom smiled.
"Okay, now I'm scared."
"Why?"
"Because..Dairine is a brat, and she would so find messing around with people's emotions fun."
"Oh, shut up, Kit. Dairi's not a brat anymore, and you know it."
He turned towards Nita, facing the wall of her bed, and rested his chin on his hands.
"I guess your right."
"Look at the way she got you to work with Ronan."
He looked agitated. "Yeah. Nothing less than a miracle."
"Oh, come on, Kit, Ronan's not that bad..." She trailed off, as a look of hurt flashed Kit's face, and he stood off her bed.
"Kit.." She whispered, as he silently walked to the door.
He swung his bag on to his back, and left the room, slamming the door behind him. Nita sighed, jumping off the bed as well, and running after him.
'Great,' she thought. 'Leave it to me to go and say something like that to him.'
She knew, that no matter what she said, Kit would always be sensitive when it came to Ronan. He had never liked Ronan in the first place, and she knew that being with Kit did not change his thoughts.
She caught up with him as he walked down the street, slowly, his angry eyes fixed on the road in front of him.
"Kit, hold on, would you?" She took his hand, but he continued to walk.
She impatiently tugged on his hand, stopping him, and pulling him around to face him. He pulled his arm out of her grasp and glared at her angrily.
"What is wrong with you?" She breathed
"I don't know, Nita. I'm just tired."
"Tired of what?"
"I'm tired of competing with him!"
Nita stared at him. He looked back, and behind the anger in his eyes, she found something that she finally understood. Jealousy, hate, self consciousness. But the key feeling she saw in his eyes, the one that was covered up the most, was fear. He was scared of losing her. To her own surprise, she began to laugh.
Kit looked at her, shook his head in disgust, and turned away. Suddenly serious, she put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. He was shaking.
"Kit," She whispered. "Your scared of something that isn't here."
"What?" He whispered back, still shaking.
"Your scared I still have feelings for Ronan?"
His shivering increased.
"Kit, when..I kissed Ronan, that one time, there was nothing there but confusion, and I think the only reason it happened was I was supposed to find out about Ro."
"Who?"
"His Power."
"Oh.."
"But the truth is Kit, the only attraction I felt towards him was the hormonal surges of fourteen, and I was never more attracted to him than I was to you, even way back then."
He turned towards her.
"So what are you saying?" He whispered
She reached up, and ran a hand through his hair.
"That you don't need to be jealous or scared of Ronan."
"Jealous?," He scoffed, "of him? Let me tell you-."
"Kit," She interrupted. "Ronan was here." She brought her hand up to his head, and tapped it.
He blinked at her.
"But you," She brought her hand up to her heart. "Are here."
He lowered his eyes and turned away. Nita sighed.
"Kit, Please don't do this."
"Do what?"
"Don't be mad at me..for.."
"I'm not mad...I just.." His eyes were still averted. But when he finally looked up, she saw the immediate conflict that appeared in his eyes.
"Don't bite your lip like that." He said.
"Why?"
"Because," He took a step towards her. "It makes me want to kiss you. And that feeling leaves a state of blankness in my mind, and it's making me forget why I'm upset."
Nita laughed, and closed the remaining space, brushing his cheek with her hand.
"Kit. I love you."
And that was it. The three words that had been dancing off each of their tongues for weeks. The three words that had clouded each of their minds for months. The three words that had been destined to them for years.
He opened his mouth, but she placed a finger on his lips.
"Not yet," She whispered. "When the time for you is right."
His eyes widened, and his mouth opened, then closed, and then he shook his head, and silently bent his head and kissed her. His kiss openly told her what his words could not. When he pulled back she grinned at him, and pulled his arm back towards her house.
"Besides, Ronan couldn't kiss like that, anyway."
"Hnnn."
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Yay! N/K! And we find out what Dairine's specialty is! dun dun! Please review! And sorry again it took so long!
