A/N: did anyone else notice that there is a wonderful fic moment for Roshaun/Dairine shippers in WH? Well Apinda did! And so she wrote a one shot fic for it. Here goes…

Moon Walking

Roshaun was not what you would call "the nervous type". After all, he had a graceful air that stuck with him even when he tried to drop it. But now, staring at the sun called Sol, he was beginning to feel what he would have to call nervousness.

In the first moments of arriving on this galaxy's only inhabited planet's moon, Roshaun had held Dairine's hand.

She had grabbed it, just before they had left. He could still feel it's warmth, though she had taken her hand out of his as soon as possible.

Dairine kicked the moon dust with a worn out sneaker toe. She too was looking at the star. Her face was looking up, her red hair falling out of it's braid. "How long will it take?" she asked finally.
A pause.
"Excuse me?" Roshaun was distracted by her hair, and the way it fell gently over her neck.
Dairine turned to him, her head cocked. "Are you trying to pretend that you aren't nervous about what we're going to do?"
Roshaun felt himself crashing back down into the reality of the situation. He was going to save Sol. He was going to save it for Dairine, but she didn't have to know that.

With a sigh, Roshaun looked at the sun again. He swallowed, and said, "I'm always nervous."

Maybe it was the low gravity on this moon, or maybe it was the fact that they were alone, truly alone since they had first met, but for some reason, Roshaun was letting his guard down, with Dairine.

Why? he asked himself. Why now? Why not later when I wouldn't have to think about it for another week?

But these odd feelings, which he felt only around Dairine, could not be turned off.

I'm nervous about more than just Sol. I'm nervous about what might spill out of my mouth at any moment.

"Oh," said Dairine quietly.

That strand of hair was really bugging him now. It was floating over her face, obscuring her lovely gray eyes. On impulse, Roshaun moved over to her little bubble of air. There was a slight sucking sound as the two air bubbles merged. Then they stood there, Roshaun looking at Dairine, Dairine trying to avoid looking at Roshaun.

"Do you think it will work?" Dairine asked. "That we won't be giving up our lives for nothing?"

"We aren't going to give up our lives, Dairine." Please, just let me move that strand of hair...

"But how can you tell?" Dairine finally turned to look at him, her eyes bright.

"I can't, exactly. I just believe that its true." You can't lie in the Speech.

"Why?" Dairine's face was looking at him, pleading with him to say something to comfort her.

"It's what I feel." Roshaun said. With that he gently took the lock of hair that was in her face and tucked it behind her ear.

She blinked at his actions, and raised an eyebrow. "Why did you do that?" she asked quietly, her voice somehow tremulous. Or maybe it was just his hearing...

Roshaun tried to shrug, but he couldn't. He stared at her, half hoping that she would run, half hoping she would stay and hear him out. He found his throat wasn't working.

Dairine gazed at him as he bent closer to her. Her gray eyes were filled with something: joy, pride, love?

Roshaun didn't stop to think as their lips met. Those gorgeous gray eyes closed and she kissed him back.


Dairine's only thought on the matter was that she was glad that on Wellakh they kissed the same way as they did on earth.

A/N: Reviews are greatly appreciated… after all, I might write more about stuff like this…