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A List For Sentia

Relieve some stress.

Take out to dinner on bike.

Stop watching death tape.

Go out more often.

That was the list Johnny scribbled out as soon as they got back. He was sitting at one end of the table, writing, and Sentia was sitting at the other end, resting her eyes as she hummed softly to herself.

"What's that, Johnny?" she asked when he put the pen down and stared at the paper.

"Nothing," Johnny replied, folding the page and stuffing it into a back pocket of his jeans. The curiosity was plain on Sentia's face, but all she did was close her eyes again and rub her shoulder, beginning to hum again.

Johnny had a sudden idea. He got to his feet silently, trying not to disturb her. He walked around the table to stand behind Sentia and placed his hand over hers. She stopped the small massaging movements and tilted her head back to look at him.

"What are you doing?" she asked quietly.

"Just relax," was his response.

Sentia hesitated, but then lowered her hand onto the table and closed her eyes again. Her muscles tensed when she felt a hand on either shoulder. A huge sigh escaped her lips when Johnny began to rub.

Johnny could feel the tightness, and as he massaged, he liked to imagine weight being lifted from her back. Already, number one on his list was being accomplished. After a few minutes, she indicated that Johnny didn't have to continue by saying, "Thank you, Johnny." But continue Johnny did, for another half hour. He stopped only when he realized she had fallen asleep. The new Johnny would have just sat back down. But for a little while, the old Johnny was back. He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the couch, where he set her down. He left the room and took an extra blanket from it's place in a closet, then brought it back and laid it over her. If he had stood there a moment longer, he would have known his good deed had awoken her by the small smile touching her lips. But Johnny was sitting in the kitchen, putting a small 'x' next to number one on his list. He knew it wasn't much, but he had helped for a moment, so now he just had to wait for his next chance.

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Johnny was asleep when Sentia opened her eyes a couple hours later. She hadn't even realized how tense she was until Johnny had come to her aide. Now that she was rested, she wondered why she had done that. Usually, he didn't notice much about her, and even when he did, he rarely did anything about it.

Someone knocked on the door and Sentia glanced at Johnny's not quite peaceful face before pulling herself to her feet. She would let him rest for now. She got to her feet and ran her hands through her hair as she walked toward the door. She opened it until there was a crack big enough to look through. It was Mike. "What do you want?"

"What are you doing here?" Mike asked in response, returning the annoyed look Sentia was giving him.

"Johnny and I went out to lunch."

"Right…" he said skeptically.

"What do you want, Mike?"

"I came to talk to Johnny. Where is he?"

"More like you came to take advantage of his situation… again. Go away, Mike. He's sleeping."

Mike displayed his true genius when he slipped her an incredibly believable, hurt look. "What? I would never take advantage of Johnny! How could you say such a thing?"

Sentia took in his spiky red hair and innocent green eyes and laughed humorlessly. "How's his bike running?"

"He said I could take it out. And it runs great."

"Good, because he's going to be needing it soon. Now, I aready told you, Mike. Go away," Sentia said with false sweetness.

"I said I wanted to talk to Johnny, Sentia, not you. Just let me in," Mike demanded, crossing his arms.

"And I said he is sleeping, but I'd be happy to tell him you were here, and even happier to tell him you left."

"It's alright, Sentia," Johnny said with a yawn, having come up behind her.

Sentia jumped and spun to face him. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, let him in." Johnny reached around her and held the door open for Mike. Mike smirked at Sentia as he brushed passed her and into the brighter-than-usual apartment.

"Wow, it's bright in here," Mike commented.

"Actually, it's dark in here. You're just used to your disgusting cave," Sentia said icily.

"Ha ha, very funny," Mike sneered, flopping onto the couch. Johnny wandered over to stand in front of him.

"Is there something you wanted?" he asked.

"Why do you both assume I want something more than your fabulous company?"

"Because you are a selfish, untrustworthy man who always has an ulterior motive," Sentia replied.

"Please, Sentia, what motive could I possibly have?" The smile Mike sent her was not comforting.