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Friday evening: Recreation Hall, Haven
Holly's eyes narrowed as she opened her mouth to speak. "Trouble, honestly, I never thought you would ask." She answered before her common sense could stop her. 'Why would you want to dance?' her brain asked her. 'You don't even know how'. 'now is not the time for this. We will just have to deal with whatever happens.'
Needless to say, Trouble thought it was to easy and was still a little shocked not to have any bruises yet. "Really?"
"No." Holly retorted with her trademark sarcasm. "I want to dance with Chix Verbil." Trouble was glad that the rumors about her actually liking Chix were completely false. He knew, but know he knew for sure.
They moved over to the dance floor. Holly entwined her hands around the nape of Trouble neck, and he put his hands on her hips. They were both slightly embarrassed for a reason they didn't realize yet. Neither of them had a whole lot of experience dancing, so they imitated the other couples. Holly glanced over Trouble's shoulder at the couple nearest them. She pratically snorted. Well, she did, but it was quiet. Trouble saw her glance over again and this time followed her gaze to the object of her mirth. It was Lili trying to teach Grub how to dance. They were such a ridiculous pair that Trouble and Holly had a hard time trying not to laugh. Bu when they met each other's eyes briefly, they couldn't stop looking up again and again until it became a steady gaze. Holly was shocked as it hit her the same time it hit Trouble. They liked each other. A lot. More than either would admit. Holly's eartips burned bright red, but Trouble took her chin and pushed it up gently till their eyes met again. His touch sent a ripple of arm energy through her. Their dance had slowed to a stop. Her ears went back to their normal color, but she didn't notice. All she noticed was Trouble's zealous smile, his handsome countenance. They were so close now. At that moment, someone tapped Holly on the shoulder.
They both spun around, immediately in battle mode, and the poor Liuetenant was scared half to death. Seeing it was one of their own, the dropped their raised fists. When Holly gave him a look that said "and? You interrupted me for...what?" he came out of his preoccupation and turned slowly to Holly.
"Umm..C-ca-captain Short? Th-there's some b-b-b-bad news I must t-tel- tell you." Liuetenant Sprout hardly stuttered anymore, not since his therapy 23 years ago. Something really bad must be going on. Trouble was starting to get the 'evil's coming' feeling in his gut. "Will-willow Sh- short has been attacked with an old softnose laser, ri-right th-th-throu- through the he-hea-head. Ma-mag-magic can only kee-keep her alive un-unt- until one am this mo-mor-morn-morning."
Holly experienced a wave of emotions she wasn't prepared to deal with. It was already quarter after twelve, and it was twenty-five minutes to the nearest hospital. Her brain did the only thing it could. It shut everything out. The people, her dress, her socks, Trouble, what she discovered she felt for him, everything. Then the world went black.
Trouble noticed the change in Holly when the last word the messenger had spoken sunk in. he knew her expressions, and the numbness that set in could only be followed by one thing. He stepped behind her and caught her right on cue as she fainted.
Friday evening: Recreation Hall, Haven
Holly's eyes narrowed as she opened her mouth to speak. "Trouble, honestly, I never thought you would ask." She answered before her common sense could stop her. 'Why would you want to dance?' her brain asked her. 'You don't even know how'. 'now is not the time for this. We will just have to deal with whatever happens.'
Needless to say, Trouble thought it was to easy and was still a little shocked not to have any bruises yet. "Really?"
"No." Holly retorted with her trademark sarcasm. "I want to dance with Chix Verbil." Trouble was glad that the rumors about her actually liking Chix were completely false. He knew, but know he knew for sure.
They moved over to the dance floor. Holly entwined her hands around the nape of Trouble neck, and he put his hands on her hips. They were both slightly embarrassed for a reason they didn't realize yet. Neither of them had a whole lot of experience dancing, so they imitated the other couples. Holly glanced over Trouble's shoulder at the couple nearest them. She pratically snorted. Well, she did, but it was quiet. Trouble saw her glance over again and this time followed her gaze to the object of her mirth. It was Lili trying to teach Grub how to dance. They were such a ridiculous pair that Trouble and Holly had a hard time trying not to laugh. Bu when they met each other's eyes briefly, they couldn't stop looking up again and again until it became a steady gaze. Holly was shocked as it hit her the same time it hit Trouble. They liked each other. A lot. More than either would admit. Holly's eartips burned bright red, but Trouble took her chin and pushed it up gently till their eyes met again. His touch sent a ripple of arm energy through her. Their dance had slowed to a stop. Her ears went back to their normal color, but she didn't notice. All she noticed was Trouble's zealous smile, his handsome countenance. They were so close now. At that moment, someone tapped Holly on the shoulder.
They both spun around, immediately in battle mode, and the poor Liuetenant was scared half to death. Seeing it was one of their own, the dropped their raised fists. When Holly gave him a look that said "and? You interrupted me for...what?" he came out of his preoccupation and turned slowly to Holly.
"Umm..C-ca-captain Short? Th-there's some b-b-b-bad news I must t-tel- tell you." Liuetenant Sprout hardly stuttered anymore, not since his therapy 23 years ago. Something really bad must be going on. Trouble was starting to get the 'evil's coming' feeling in his gut. "Will-willow Sh- short has been attacked with an old softnose laser, ri-right th-th-throu- through the he-hea-head. Ma-mag-magic can only kee-keep her alive un-unt- until one am this mo-mor-morn-morning."
Holly experienced a wave of emotions she wasn't prepared to deal with. It was already quarter after twelve, and it was twenty-five minutes to the nearest hospital. Her brain did the only thing it could. It shut everything out. The people, her dress, her socks, Trouble, what she discovered she felt for him, everything. Then the world went black.
Trouble noticed the change in Holly when the last word the messenger had spoken sunk in. he knew her expressions, and the numbness that set in could only be followed by one thing. He stepped behind her and caught her right on cue as she fainted.