Jaina sighed wistfully, as she watched the azure waves lap gently upon the rocky shores of Theramoore. Her elbows rested on the wooden windowsill of her tower, as a finger curled a strand of hair absent-mindedly. She was thinking of Arthas. Those weeks ago, they had danced upon the cold gray stone in the halls of refection was etched into her mind. Yes he was king of the damned, yes he was the man who had brought so much torment on the world of Azeroth, and yes he was the man who had changed the course of the entire human race. But he was still Arthas. As odd and crazy as it was, a part of him was still her old sweetheart from their teenage years.

"You always did become oblivious to the world around you when you're deep in thought." Arthas remarked casually.

The sorceress went rigid. He wouldn't dare…would he have? Slowly she turned around to find the Lich King lying comfortably in her wide rounded bed. His hands were behind his head, and legs crossed. The blue frozen helm lay cast aside almost carelessly at the foot of the bed. His grin was wide and mischievous, such the dare devil Arthas of old.

She should have called for her guards, she should have thrown a couple of ice bolts at him along with some very harsh words, but she didn't. All Jaina Proudmoore could do was look on in astonishment.

"How did you get in here?"

"It doesn't really matter." He gave her a caviler wink.

Her eyes narrowed. No, not again he would not bamboozle her into some sort of weak weepy woman crying over a lost love again, he was her enemy for Light's sake! "Get out," She growled, preparing an Arcane Missile spell.

"I would but I don't have time." Arthas shrugged. "If you didn't hear the footsteps some one's coming."

For the second time in less than five minutes, Jaina froze. King Varian. In all her surprise she had forgotten he was to be meeting. How would it look if he stomped into her private quarter with the King of the damned lounging in her bed? Treason was the only word that flashed in her head.

"Hide." Was the only word Jaina was able to formulate.

"In the usual place I suppose." Arthas gave a comical sigh. "Like old times, my how our past seems to be catching up."

Jaina almost smiled, she truly did at the old thought of when he had visited her in Kul Tiras and hid away in order not to get caught when the guards came in wondering what all the giggling and added voices were in the room when she was supposed to be alone. She wiped the thought away, the steps were getting closer.

"Get under the bed before you get me hanged for treason." She hissed, knowing he would never be able to teleport out in time.

With a slight nod, Arthas complied, slipping off the bed in usual silence given that he was wearing plate and easily slide under the huge bed. Just in time in seemed as the King of Stormwind burst into the room.

"Let's make this quick, Lady Proudmoore, I haven't got all day discussing failed peace treaties about orcs." He stated, not even greeting her properly.

"King Varian." She greeted with a smile stepping close to him trying to turn him away from the bed. "So glad you could make it. Here, let's sit beside the window it's such a warm day, or perhaps discuss matters in the antechamber below."

He only grunted in reply slapping himself down in a chair next to the bed. "Why, here where we usually talk is just as good."

He shivered suddenly glancing around the room. "Why is it so cold in here?"

"Uh…working on a new ice spell." Jaina replied shakily.

The king's gaze looked around the room oddly suspicious. "Why do I get the feeling we're being watched?"

"Probably servants outside the room, you know they love their gossip." She replied, better prepared for the question. Many had often speculated the king had a love interest with her.

"I see." He nodded. "And what about the feelings of absolute disparity, inevitable doom, and complete and total evil vibe that I'm picking up?"

She threw up her hands. "I don't know Varian, maybe it's because the Lich King is hiding under my bed and snickering like moron because he knows I'm in an awkward situation!"

There was complete silence for a moment as Jaina and Varian started at one another intently. Suddenly Varian rose, a grim from etching his features. "I see now this was a waste of time, I'll come back another day when you're not on your period and being such a jerk."

If looks could kill, Varian would have dropped like a stone, but appeared not to notice the disdainful glares Jaina threw him as he shouldered past her and walked out of the room.

"Let me just say that was the funniest thing I have seen in years." Arthas chuckled as he scrambled under the bed.

Jaina herself couldn't contain a relived grin as she slumped into the chair Varian had sat in. She quickly found herself to be a shaking mess. When was the last time she had done something so bold, something that had made her feel so alive?

"Like old times, Love." Arthas stated, kissing the top of her head.

"But they are not the old time, Arthas." She explained. "We can't' keep doing this, pretending that everything's how it was and we're two reckless teens again."

"No we can't," Arthas agreed with a slight nod. "That's why I have come to take you with me."

"Wh-"Was all Jaina could utter before her entire world went black.

Ooooo what's going to happen next? I honestly don't know. The first chapter was supposed to be a one-shot but I forgot to press complete, so here is another chapter…I guess you could call it that.