Summary: She never thought she would miss him.

Author's Note: I'm such a Zaphod/Trillian shipper. Please don't eat me.

Disclaimer: I don't own them. Any of them. cries.


LOST

She cracks open one pale green eye sleepily, not wanting to quite greet the day. She likes the feeling of sleep, of being rested. A sliver of blissful golden sunshing shines through the curtains over her window. She smiles and basks in its subtle warmth, forgiving it for its intrusion upon her sleep.

She feels something else warm upon her, too.

Two arms wrapped around her stomach in a loving embrace. Warm breath coming from one mouth lightly tickling her neck.

Two arms. Not three.

One mouth. Not two.

She suddenly feels very cold and very much awake, but not in the pleasant way she enjoys.The sun hides behind the curtains once more, sensitive to her sudden change of mood.

She can't understand why she is startled by the embrace, because it has been this way for a very long time.

Too long, she thinks.

Arthur's breath makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, but not in a good way. Not in a romantic way.

It is cold.

She snuggles deeper into the blankets, trying not to disturb him, because that is her nature. She is kind to people. It's just the way she is.

Arthur no longer makes her feel special.

She no longer feels understood.

She only feels cold. Always cold.

She shudders and realizes that three arms are far more comforting than two, and that two sets of mouths are somehow far more romantic than one.

She cannot understand why she thinks this, because she has never thought this way before.

Three arms aren't attractive. And neither are two heads, especially if the person bearing them is the most stuck-up, egotistical, inconsiderate man in the Galaxy.

But she thinks it none-the-less.

Maybe it's just because Arthur just got a new job, or because he forgot her birthday and their anniversery.

Or maybe it's just because she misses a certain man who used to be President of the Galaxy and showed her a world she wished she could see again.

She feels the arms tighten around her stomach and Arthur kisses the back of her neck dreamily.

"Good morning, Trisha," he mumbles into her hair.

She does not answer. She cannot answer.

This is not where she wants to be.

I miss you, she mouths and pretends to be asleep as the cold envelopes her once more.

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Closing Notes: Bwahaha. I've been thinking a lot about Zaphod and Trillian, and their relationship. Before I've just done Zaphod narratives, because I've really felt for him in that he's not a one-dimensional character. But I've never attempted a Trillian. How'd I do? Hit me up, dudes.