[The name of my OC is Lydia Romanoff and is made up by me.]

"You know I would never let you waste away like that Lydia..." Schrödinger whispered, discarding his past cold words that had left his lips in the same harmonious undertone.

"I know." I whispered back as I gazed into his eyes, even though I had my doubts and remembered how awful it felt to be left alone in the corridor like that. But he had found me. He had found me after I had gotten lost in wiggly corridors and spiral staircases, so it must mean something. A smug smirk formed on his face then; a smirk I've grown to admire. He moved in closer to me, until my whole body was pressed to the wall behind. To have him this close to me somehow made him manlier; he was no longer the same giddy boy with his childish disposition. Soft scarlet eyes looked at me almost impatiently, whipping life into my senses and eagerly poking every fiber in my being.

"This is not appropriate." I said somehow unwillingly, even though you could hear a playful tone somewhere in my voice. He laughed calmly. The fabric surrounding his thumb was touching my bottom lip.

"What do you call it then?" he asked as he let his thumb brush down my lips towards my chin, holding it gently. His gaze had brought me down to the floor. He contentedly knelt down before me, still awaiting my answer.

"Inadequate"

The complicated word was thought twice, and blurted out hesitantly from my lips like a bee flying out my mouth. His eyes then looked at me with heavy eyelids, almost making him look sleepy as his expression melted into desire. My fingers had found his visible tie, slowly lacing themselves around the fabric of it.

"Inadequate" I repeated, testing the word once again.

Schrödinger lowered himself to me and whispered my name laughably, like what I'd just said was something extremely bold. He found my free hand. He straddled me and I let out a moan softly, leaving me shocked at myself. Still, he was staring half-lidded and hazily at me. It made my heart pound and when his eyes closed, it was a sign. Our fingers embraced each other's hands, like we, as one individual, prayed for the upcoming moment.

It didn't take much energy for me to stretch my neck and kiss him, but he kissed me back heartbreakingly slowly and the hand that weren't grabbing mine reached down; diving under the fabric of my shirt and it was hard to keep up with his unpredictable behavior. His hand made contact with my warm stomach as he stroked it, kneading it with his fingers. The fabric on his gloves felt cold and silky-smooth. He pulled away from me. He looked at me. Then he kissed me again.

I felt something wet on my abdomen. Was it normal? Was this supposed to happen? My hand dropped his tie to find his hand that had gone underneath my shirt and was traveling towards my upper parts, a violent blush painting my face. My eyes widened in confusion when the palm of my hand made contact with something soaked. When my hand finally found his, more liquid exaggerated.

I pulled away from the kiss and pulled up my shirt. Schrödinger's eyes gleamed. When I looked down, I spotted both of his hands on either side of my waist, the white gloves covered in my own blood. My whole stomach looked like a big black hole. I wanted to scream but when I opened my mouth; only blood gushed out like a waterfall. Schrödinger beamed as he pulled his hair back with his fingers; my blood getting mixed with his blonde hair and furry ears.

My stomach was pounding as hard as my heart. Schrödinger examined his hands before leaning in towards me, but before our lips even nudged he whispered with a dark, unexplained tone:

"Inadequate."

The only sensible reaction to this kind of dream was to ensure that my solar plexus were intact. I was breathing heavily as my hands were pressed firmly against my unharmed stomach. I had returned to my room after Schrödinger left me starving in the corridor, only to discover something terrible. The fruit bowl on my nightstand had vanished without a trace and all I could do, and felt like doing was sleeping off my hunger, but I only woke up even hungrier. It felt like my stomach had eaten itself. My survival instinct took over me and I immediately ran out of my room and into the halls. I ran and ran and ran, as long as I had energy. I had no sense of time whatsoever, but if I didn't find food; I'd still find somebody, anybody, who could help me. They can't let their prisoners starve to death, can they?

A wave of dizziness swept over me as I turned a corner and I fell headlong to the floor. I sat on top of my knees and wanted to get up as fast as I could, but I couldn't. My head was hurting like I had a migraine. I don't know how long I had been sitting there and felt sorry for myself but my heart jumped when I heard a familiar chuckle, and a voice.

"Is this a bad time to order you to move, inmate?"

I turned around and I couldn't believe how blissful I was seeing him, even though I barely had known him for more than an hour. It was Jack. The kind soldier gave me the last energy to stand up on my feet and… embrace him.

I can't explain why I did what I did. He just seemed to be the perfect person who I was in need of in a moment like this. Because when he stood there in the weak ceiling light. His emerald green eyes mocking me with mature playfulness and his auburn locks framing his smiling face; I longed for him, and I couldn't find a better person to comfort me after everything I've been through. The tall man almost stumbled back at my sudden action and his big hands hesitantly patted my back. I couldn't blame him. Since my hands was limited I sort of dived into his torso, because I couldn't hug him normally, so this was the best embrace I could offer him at the moment.

He stammered my name in genuine shock. That's when it happened. Two pair of red eyes occupied my mind; haunting me even in mild consciousness in Jack's presence. Even though my eyes were closed, they appeared in the back of my eyelids and I let out a loud, almost inhuman scream as I clung even harder to the Millennium soldier, my nails digging into his back like sewing nails on a stuffed pillow. That's exactly one of those screams you might hear in a horror movie. I can't describe it better. I didn't even recognize my own voice.

"What on earth happened to you, Lydia?" he asked as calmly as he could manage, but I could hear the fret in his voice. I took his reaction very seriously and it scared me, and only encouraged my vulnerability. It somehow made this situation even more real, and it terrified me so much that I was shaking. I began sobbing unpleasantly loudly into his broad chest. His good smell and presence calmed me, but it was my own person that was the problem. My behavior was head over heels unmanageable for both of us and that realization made squeamish.

"Something doesn't feel right!" I shouted in terror, whilst my tears soaked his uniform.

All I remember from there was how he removed my handcuffs and carried me effortlessly in his arms to take me to another place and all I could think about was how warm and human Jack's hands were in comparison with Schrödinger's. Jack didn't wear any gloves that concealed his body heat. Jack's actions were raw. They were genuine and trustworthy.

"Not a single child will be born here." he said suddenly and I could see that he was looking down at me. "What?" I asked and pulled away to look at him properly. We were in his room, I realized. Familiar to my own, yet different. He gave me a bright smile.

"We can't go on like this. What's bothering you Lydia?" he asked kindly. His put his palms on my shoulders, his green eyes staring at me; awaiting an answer. I was standing, I realized, and his action made me wobble on my feet. I took a deep breath. It was so much, but there was only one thing I could think of.

"Jack…" I said gloomily. I hated myself for beginning to cry again. He led me towards the bed gently so I wouldn't fall to the floor again.

"Food." I said. Food.

And he must've understood, because moments later I was slurping noodles and ate portions of portions of sandwiches with him, with tea. One of the few differences in our rooms was that he had a little station where he could cook, including a toaster, a microwave and an electric hob. He also had an air conditioner, a small bathroom and a little window above his desk.

Dining with him, I realized two things; according to the benefits he had, he must be a soldier of high status, in comparison with the original owner of my room who didn't even have a toilet. And secondly; food really is the medicine to everything.

I was eating with him for the second time in my life, and strangely enough, it wasn't as awkward as it was the first time when we had breakfast. Skipping the sir daddy moo-honorifics this time, we had a comfortable start without any chatter of other people in our presence. It was silent, but in a pleasant way and he didn't ask me many questions, unless he was making sure my tea was still hot or if I wanted more ingredients on my sandwich. He had given me a blanket to stay warm and I had myself wrapped in it the entire dinner until a began drifting off in a pleasant sleep.

I heard my name being repeated a few times before I opened my eyes. I found myself in his bed and the blanket that surrounded me was the same blanket Jack had given me. It was warm and smelled good, just like the man in front of me. Jack was looking at me curiously. It felt good to wake up without feeling starving. We smiled at each other, both of us satisfied.

"Thank you so much for everything." I said in the doorway, looking down at my feet.

"And I'm so sorry for everything too." I mumbled, feeling dumb. Jack shook his head with a low laugh that almost came out bitterly.

"What's the matter with you?" he said and put his bare hand on my cheek, and I wondered if he could feel just how warm I was myself.

"Anytime." he filled in with his usual grin, but his emerald eyes soon grew serious. The eyes of a Millennium soldier, they didn't show any emotions. He removed his hand, perhaps regretting touching me in such a way, perhaps because he was my enemy, perhaps because he was married. I simply suggested that he must've burned his hand on my coy face.

"Hurry back to your room before your guard finds out that you're gone." he stepped out into the corridor and pointed to one direction.

My guard? Is that Schrödinger?

"If you continue this way; you'll end up at the evening class. You'll find your way from there?" he asked and I nodded, happily surprised he knew about our classroom.

"Oh, and one more thing!" he disappeared in his room and came back; putting the blanket I slept in around me. Just when I thought I was done blushing, he did this to me. Jack chuckled at my reaction.

"What? You left your scent on it. It wouldn't be okay for me to keep it and I wouldn't wash it if my life depended on it, so it's yours Lydia." he said, and I felt a mixture of emotions that confused me so much that all I ever came to my senses doing was giving him one proper hug, that I had failed giving him before when my hands was restricted.

I thanked him again and when he closed the door, I knew I was all by myself once more. I began walking slowly down the corridor where Jack had told me to go, with the blanket around my shoulders. He told me to hurry, but I had so much in mind that I didn't bother. Just when I was about to pass the classroom, I could hear hurried footsteps behind me, and I instantly regretted my decision not to hurry. The person walked alongside me before I got pulled to a stop.

"Penelope?" I asked in a mixture of relief and surprise.

"Tell me everything." she said. Her blue eyes glanced expectantly between my face and the direction I came from.

"Who was that?" she asked, she just seemed to notice the blanket embracing me.

"Oh my god." she whispered, her eyes wide as plates. I began explaining myself, even though I didn't want anyone to know between me and Jack.

"It's not like that, I was just-"

Penelope grabbed my hand and pulled me into the evening classroom that wasn't in action.

"It's not safe out there." she said as her eyes glanced at the gap under the door. The lamps were out, so the bright light from the corridor was the only lights that could illuminate the room. How did she even know the door was unlocked?

"Now, to the more important stuff…" she looked at me.

"Lydia... Who was that man? Is he your lover?" she asked excitingly, wanting to hear the boldest story from me.

Is that the important stuff?

"What are you talking about? His name is Jack and he just gave me food, that's all. If you want a sandwich yourself, then go ask him." I explained calmly, trying to not make a big deal out of this. Penelope shot me a glare and raised one of her eyebrows. Her fingers pinched the fabric that hung down from my shoulders

"Or a blanket! I'm sure he has plenty of these!" I added, trying to protect my honor. She gave me another suspicious look.

"Oh my god." she repeated after a while of thinking.

Abuse not the name of God, Penelope Rhodes. You're from the Hellsing Organization for crying out loud.

"I've sure heard of the Stockholm syndrome... But this!" she gasped and looked around her, like she was searching for anyone or anything to see what was happening. Why did she sound so excited? I frowned at being implicated with the Stockholm syndrome.

"You've got it all wrong, Pen. We're only friends." I tried, but she only giggled at my words.

"I can't wait for Ann and Kevin to hear about this!" she squeaked, but I managed to keep my cool at her proclaim.

"Hey, Penelope," I said suspiciously. "What are you even doing here, so early in the morning?" I asked her, which she only shrugged at.

"I couldn't sleep." she said.

"But your cell? Your guard? Didn't he notice?" I asked, genuinely confused and curious.

"No big deal…" she said, flashing me a toothy smile of her white straight teeth.

"You just have to find the right guard Lydia, put your femininity in use and you'll have your way here. They might have an advantage in numbers, but they're only men." she said and winked, twirling a dark lock of hair in her long-nailed fingers.

I shook my head at her. She's always been the pretty friend, so I wasn't that much of a surprise to hear this information. She just had to flatter her eyelashes to make a guard step aside.

"You're unbelievable Pen." I said with a deadpanned expression. But deep down, I admired her, and even though I didn't want to admit it myself, I was a bit jealous of her. She only smiled at me again, spoiling me with her affection, even though I didn't deserve it.

My heart was slowly killing itself in anticipation of Schrödinger, who never came back for me. There was no breakfast, and the guard that led me to dinner was a big scary-looking man with too little sleep in his life. He either didn't care that I was staying in a soldier's cabin, or he was too tired to notice. Perhaps he was a night shifter and got ordered to get me. That must mean that he's been speaking with Schrödinger himself. I couldn't help but wonder if this strange man is one of those who fall victim to Penelope's "flattery"…

Penelope and I had decided to meet during evening class again.

I had so much I wanted to tell her, yet so little. I wanted to tell her about Schrödinger. I needed someone to talk to about him and everything that has happened since I met him. But still, another part of me wanted him all to myself.

After an uneventful dinner I got into the small gathering with my trainees again. We sat down and doodled on a respective piece of paper. We wanted to call it art, but I think it was something simple to satisfy our mixed feelings about being trapped here and normalize this flying prison.

"I wonder who'll guard us today..." Ann muttered, ruining our art minds with her reminder about our captivity. I don't really think she has gotten over yesterday's events with her "friend" Zorin. After a little choir of "I don't knows" and communal shrugs, I felt Penelope poke me in the side.

"Who're you hoping for Lydia?" she teased with a smirk on her Bratz-lips. I only glanced at her.

"Oh, Right! Pen told me all about your friend with benefits!" Ann added, quickly recovering from her little depression. I stood up from my seat, all because of the shameful proclaim about me and Jack. How dare they?

"Friends with benefits?!" I snapped at Penelope who just giggled at my fury. Before Kevin even got the opportunity to turn around and ask about the conversation, the door opened.

And in stepped Schrödinger.

Without looking at us, he carried that smile on his face as he sat down behind a rostrum desk everyone just seemed to have noticed in the front of the classroom. Kevin didn't bother to give us in the back any attention no more and Penelope stopped laughing.

I slowly sat down, trying to actually understand that the two of us were in the same room again, Schrödinger and I. We all looked at his face, and I tried to bury down every single second of our history and just see him as some random guard with the role as our temporary teacher. The plan to tell Penelope about him immediately slipped away from my mind for some reason. What does she have to do with us anyway?

"Oh, don't mind me!" Schrödinger said, grinning so much that his canines were showing. It was quiet for a couple of minutes before Ann and Penelope begun talking above my head again and Kevin turned around to join them. I just continued doodling stuff on my paper, listening to their chitchat.

"Seriously though, what's the most important thing in a guy?" Ann said, hanging on the chair like a shrimp on a cocktail glass.

"Only everything!" Penelope laughed.

"What do you think Lydia?"

Nosy curious long-nosed Kevin…

"I don't know." I answered flatly as I continued with my "masterpiece". This was the first thing I had said after Schrödinger had entered the room, and I prayed to the gods that he did not hear my voice. I could almost see the smirk form onto Penelope's face.

No Penelope. Please no...

"Oh but you out of everyone in here should know!" she said, poking my side again, this time with her pencil. This time it hurt.

"What are you talking about?" I said dryly. I gave her a warning glare, but she didn't seem to have caught it.

"Don't be shy Lydia! I know about someone you have your eyes on." she said quietly, her voice becoming lower and almost seductive.

"I saw you two in the corridor, getting all touchy..." she winked at me, obviously meaning me and Jack.

My face heat up in anger and embarrassment. She could have told me this earlier when we were alone, but instead she insisted on choosing a time when everyone could hear. She had just whispered, but it was loud enough for everyone to take notice of.

"No it's not like that." I defended meekly.

Schrödinger's attention was definitely caught in our conversation now.

"Who did you get a smooch from?" Ann asked loudly. I think Kevin gasped.

Schrödinger stopped doing whatever he was doing.

"Jack!~" Penelope chimed.

I could see his cat ears twitch.

"Who's that?" Ann...

He was looking at me right now.

"Well, her lover of course!" Penelope…

Staring at me with redness out of this world.

"Are you for real?" Kevin…

He stood up from his seat.

"Do you have something going on with a Millennium guard?"

I don't recall who asked that, and that's when Schrödinger spoke.

"Class dismissed." he said, smile still on his face.

"Aren't you going to leave for your break like the others did?"

His question lingered in the air as I was still sitting down at my desk in silence. The other trainees had left for more than a minute ago. I don't know why I didn't go with them. It was like Schrödinger dismissed the class only for the intention of keeping me here, so I gave in without even trying. That must be it. It can't be another reason, unless he wanted to rescue me from all their unbearable questions.

This was a little bit too much for my heart, and I somehow had this constant burning blush on my skin. But I still chose to stay, because that's the only thing that felt right at the moment. And even If I left, I would've been attacked with those awkward questions about Jack. This might be the opportunity to put everything on the shelf and move on. Not only to let my own mind rest, but also explain one and another thing to Schrödinger. He had returned to sitting in his chair, looking at me slyly. He was quiet and calm, but even I could tell that he was also wondering about the mystery between me and the emerald eyed guard. I had no idea what he was thinking but I'm pretty sure that if he had a tail, it would be waving to and fro.

"Funny. It sounds like you would like that." I answered softly, at last.

I was looking down at the paper I had been doodling on for almost an hour now.

"I never said that." he said.

"But you suggested it." I couldn't help to say promptly, but I quickly regretted my childish come-back as silence embraced both of us, and Schrödinger remained silent.

I had to come up with something else in order to withstand this painful quiet moment.

"And even if I did leave, you wouldn't be far away; you'd follow me, as usual." I gave him a small smile, actually finding the fact pretty delighting and quite humorous. Even if my only intention was to soften up the mood with a little bit of joking, I couldn't help but taking a morbid liking to having him follow me around like a little stray cat.

"Not anymore. Haven't you noticed?" his dull answer hit me harder than expected. Me heart actually hurt a bit when I realized that my little remark was reversed into something that was all for naught and not even true. But I didn't want to remove my shoes just yet.

"Why?" I started with.

It was a safe seasoning to add to the conversation. Like salt and pepper, but sometimes, it's dangerous to keep on digging. You'll hit a big rock at some point, and cringe from the salt and choke on the pepper of course.

"You told me so!" he chuckled, but he didn't look me in the eyes. "You said so yourself. You don't want me near you." he explained, making me sound like such an awful person.

"I never said that." I said, just like he had said earlier. I continued when I finally had caught his attention. "I only said that I didn't want you to touch me. That doesn't mean that I want you to avoid me like the plague forever."

"Oh, but that's exactly what you are, Eve."

Hold on. Did he say that? No... His lips didn't move, but...

"Well if you say so!" he laughed again and leaned back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head. His grin turned into a smile. His smile turned into nothing.

"But even if I'm allowed to follow you. What is the point of chasing after something I can't get? It's like chasing your own tail."

This time, I didn't have anything to say back. I had to retreat from his eyes and look away from him. My eyes graced the walls of the room. No clock existed in here. Not even above the door or over the whiteboard where they use to be in classrooms.

"You know…" I began, mirroring him by leaning back in my chair to let him know that I wasn't going anywhere. I thought about stuff I could say to him and told him the first thing that occurred in my mind that would be the most interesting.

"I had a dream about you." I said, a smile tugged at the corner of my lips. It wasn't awkward to tell him this for some reason.

"Oh?" he said, actually sounding quite interested. His ears made themselves more noticed.

"What happened in that dream of yours?"

How could I possibly explain this to him?

Should I lie about it? Imagine up something else? No, that's just silly. I must be honest with him.

"We were in the corridor, and... I was… I was bleeding from my stomach." I said, trying to tell him everything that did not have to do with touching, or kissing or gazing into each others eyes.

He leaned forward, gloved fingers tangled together underneath his small chin.

"You sort of confronted me…" I said then, and the corners of his lips tugged slightly. He resisted a smirk.

"And we were alone"

He shut his eyes.

"You pushed me to the wall and…"

He opened his eyes and looked at me.

"You kissed me."

And the smirk finally came after I'd stated the last.