Even If You Were The Last Person On Earth

By Colorain

Disclaimer: If I owned Legolas, I would write him into stories that deserved him. As I don't, I'm allowed to torture the hot man that is he. I own Susie/Noro, I don't own Spock, and I'm going to try to actually make something happen soon. Yay? Yay.

"How the hell am I supposed to trust you" Susan asked, a little weakly. "I've known you for all of like, two hours." Suddenly she seized upon the perfect excuse to get away from Spock and haul out on her own. "How do you know that you can trust me?" Triumphant, she crossed her arms across her chest and allowed a grin.

Legolas also smiled. Good smile or bad smile? Susan thought nervously. He showed teeth. Oh, that's gotta be a bad smile. Her own smile felt stretched.

"In times of need, less holy alliances than we have been forged."

Crying would have been a very good idea at that moment, except that Susan feared doing that might hurt as well.

~*~

"You're leading," she told him fifteen minutes later. She had grabbed an elastic band and shut the hole in her pack with it. She was not going to risk losing her favorite lipstick, even in the woods.

Lego-Spock had stored his own bow and arrows and seemed ready to leave. An emotion flickered briefly across his face, and Susan guessed it to be surprise. Yeah, surprise that I didn't give him a fight on something, probably. So he wouldn't get the wrong idea and think that she would always be so docile and polite (and submissive, even), she quickly launched into an explanation.

"I get lost walking in a straight line," she admitted grudgingly. "You've got the bow and arrows. On the off-chance there is something out here . . . there . . . oh, whatever, you'd do better at the 'protect and kill' thing. And, honest to goodness, Spock-man, I don't want you at my back just yet."

He smiled again. Actually, he smiled a lot, which made Susan wonder if they were I'm-completely bonkers smiles or wow-you're-stupidly-amusing smiles. With her luck, they were a little bit of both with I'm-going-to-stab-you-if-you-don't-shut-up-soon smiles thrown in for a little variety. And then he spoke, which startled her because she still wasn't used to something that could potentially not be real talking. "I believe you, Norolinde. It is true that I am not to be taken lightly if I wish one harm, but I harbor no such feelings towards you. Yet. And I trust you at my own back only because I would know what you were planning to do long before you did it. If you were lucky, you would only break a few bones."

Susan blanched before she realized he was winking at her. Cad! she thought darkly. And then: why the hell did I just call him a cad? God, is that affected.

I'm such a weirdo. I'm talking to myself. Oh, God, I hope I'm not actually speaking. He'd think I'm nuts. Maybe I am nuts. It would figure. Maybe I should talk to him, so he doesn't get all suspicious and stuff.

"Food?" she asked, immediately giving herself a mental smack. Out of all the things you could possibly think to talk about, food? Idiot! And not even in a complete sentence, either!

"You are hungry?" His voice was somewhat concerned. But why would he be upset about me eating? Stupid.

She decided to lie, even though she hadn't eaten since the day before, and candy bars probably weren't supposed to count either. "Noooo." she started nervously. "I'm just thinking, what if we can't find any later? Don't want to starve. D'you suppose the natural plant life is safe enough?" There. Something to think about.

Lego-Spock bent down to brush the grass beneath their feet. Susan shivered involuntarily at the sight. What the hell is wrong with you? He touched the grass. Big woo-hoo. Scaaaaary.

Oh, shut UP, another part of her mind countered. If you stay here all day, you've accomplished nothing. And how stupid is that?

"Very," she admitted, and then groaned. She'd spoken out loud, hadn't she? And now she really was crazy.

Legolas placed a friendly hand on her shoulder. "We'll take what doesn't look poisonous, but only as a last resort. Let's go." And that was that. They were off.