Okay, to anyone reading this, sorry for the long wait.
And let me ask you one thing: if you don't like this, and want to flame it, you're free to do it. BUT: telling me "this story is bad" or "this fic stinks!" shows stupidity. You gotta have some reason to think that, right? Then, if you want to show me HOW to write a fic you MIGHT like, at least tell me why, okay? And for any useless flames I get, that won't make me cut this fic. So, if aiming to that, look elsewhere.

Two facts, since I found no situation in the fic for these: nashira is 19, and her name is the one of a star. It means "who brings good news".

First week

Fish each single day… I like this! No guns, no messages to deliver…

Schrödinger felt happy. He barely noticed Nashira, but he liked being there. She didn't seem to mind too much, as long as she could quietly stare at him. Too bad all that staring brought along some embarrassing incidents…

"Just throw them down Schrö, I will catch them!" Nashira stood under the tree with the basket of apples hanging on her arm "it's very nice of you to help me…"
Yes, she was already nicknaming him Schrö. He didn't mind. Now, he started to pick and throw down the apples, so that she could collect them. No, it was not for her or anything similar… just that she asked him to do so, and he ended up deciding it wouldn't take away much of his time; anyway, he wasn't too busy doing anything all day.

Back to the apple tree, Nashira kept on catching the apples (luckily, he wasn't throwing them too hard), and the basket was soon to be filled, when suddenly a small wind rose and lifted up the tree's leaves, giving her a full look of Shcrödinger, standing on a branch in perfect balance. His blonde hair was gently moved by the wind, as he reached for one last fruit… too bad now he decided to throw it harder. And Nashira was lost in a dreamworld…
To cut it short, the apple hit her in the middle of her forehead and she fell to the ground… no, she didn't faint, only the apples scattered all over the ground.

"Sorry!" the two said in unison, as Schrödinger jumped off the tree to help her recollect the fruits.

Their fingers touched as he handed her the last one.

Second week

Schrödinger really couldn't come up with an acceptable reason for why he stayed with Nashira in her small home. Maybe because the Major wasn't around, ready to send him on another mission which would have ended with his death, as usual? Or maybe because the Doc wasn't sneaking in the darkness, ready to tell him off for anything he did or didn't do?

Then the second embarrassing accident happened.

Nashira, done with her weekly shopping, decided to check the net she left in the small river near her home for any fish she could have caught to please Schrödinger.

She was just walking towards it when she noticed him sleeping quietly under a tree. He looked like a peacefully sleeping, lovely kitten, as he rested his head on his arm, curled up on his side. Nashira's eyes were shining, as she decided this time she was going to wake him up with a kiss and…

Schrödinger woke up to a tremendous splash.
"What…?" he jumped to his feet.
"Help meeee… oh." Nashira just reminded herself the river had shallow water so she could stand without any risk of drowning "oh maaan!"
The poor girl happened to find herself entangled in the net.
Schrödinger walked over to her without saying a word.
"Well?" she said after about a minute, while she kept on struggling to free herself and he just stared.
Schrödinger found his cat instincts stronger than himself. Yes, he used to bathe, or well, have some quick washing every day, but a river… that would have benn too much water for him.
Nashira sighed and just continued to try. Suddenly she felt his hand grabbing her arm and pulling her out. Schrödinger turned out to be much stronger than she expected. She instantly fell on her side, completely tied up in that cursed net, but at least she was now out of the water. It was next that she began to shiver, as Schrödinger silently began to untie her. The sole feeling of his hand against her skin, when he accidentally touched her, was enough for Nashira to be more and more sure about one thing: that she loved him with all her heart, and she longed for his touch… she desired him…
"When will dinner be ready?" was the only thing he said as she was freed.

Third week

Nashira caught every single occasion she had to touch him: serving dinner, waking him up, asking him to hold something, helping her with cooking… anything. Just to feel him. Schrödinger didn't notice, or at least didn't seem to notice or care too much.

But he did. He had no words to explain it, and didn't even think it through, but he began to like the girl. It was a natural feeling he had, and didn't bother.

This week the accident happened to him.

Nashira, in the late afternoon, sat on the shore of the small river. It was not yet dinnertime, so she took the occasion to do what she liked the most since Schrödinger arrived at her home: daydream about him. She closed her eyes, locked her arms around herself, and imagined as he hugged her, he kissed her… she didn't notice how she turned around as she did so.

Schrödinger, meanwhile, decided to walk inside the house to see what he could ask for dinner. Then he noticed Nashira, sitting on the shore, with a lovely smile on her face, as the red rays of the setting sun surrounded her…

Next was a THUD, as he bumped against the closed door, and fell to the ground, seeing stars.
She quickly ran to him and caressed his head.
He opened his sincere hazel eyes and, after a second of wondering, took her hand.
No words needed. It was to say thanks, I like you.
"What's for dinner?"

Fourth week

It's been a month. To say it openly: desire was devouring Nashira by now.

There haven't been accidents this week, and it was the last day.

She sat on her bad, or well, Schrödinger's bed, as he took over it without even asking her. He soon entered and waved at her, then started to close the curtains. He was just crossing the room towards the other window, when Nashira felt she couldn't take it any more. As he just walked past the bed, she grabbed his arm, jumped up and kissed him passionately in one swift movement. His eyes widened, but whether in shock or astonishment, it couldn't be decided. She then laid her head on his shoulder, holding him tightly against herself. He just stood there, amazed and confused, unsure about what to do next. A minute passed. She caressed his face and kissed him again. He stared surprised, as h had never been kissed before. Undecided and a little worried, he clumsily returned her kiss. Tears filled Nashira's eyes as this was more she could ever desire: he returned her feelings (or she thought so)! They continued kissing, soon even Schrödinger seemed to enjoy it, though still a little confused. But he suddenly backed away as Nashira's hand slid under his shirt. She smiled at him, eyes shining. He blushed, his ears peered up. He had a vague feeling about where this was going, but was he ready for it? She caressed his back and kissed him again.

"Don't be afraid…" and she gently tugged at his collar and slowy pulled him down on the bed with her.

A short while later, instinct took over Schrödinger's body.