JKA: Yeah, not much to say about this one really, other than usual disclaimers apply. Read, review, you all know the drill. :) Oh, and since Marn's been the only one kind enough to review so far, I won't be posting any more of these until I get some more reviewers, and I know there are other people keeping an eye on these drabbles. You know who you are. :P
Miracle - Cascada
Keira threw her wrench down with a scream of frustration, flinching as the resulting clang rebounded off the inside of her skull. She placed her hands on the rim of the car she'd been tinkering with, leaning against it and squeezing her eyelids shut.
She just didn't understand it. Throughout the entire racing championship, she'd been practically throwing herself at Jak, praying that he'd somehow get the hint and return her advances. After spending years of beating around the bush when it came to their relationship, — not to mention a certain kiss several months ago that was a touchy subject for all involved — she had finally decided to take initiative, and he was utterly oblivious.
As usual.
Why couldn't he just give her a chance? Sure, he'd been paying much more attention to her over the past few weeks than he had throughout the entire second Metal Head war, but beyond that, she may as well have been melded into the wall. She didn't know if he just wasn't interested in her, or simply being an idiot, but whatever it was, she was determined to fix the problem.
Because despite everything they'd been through in the past, everything they'd suffered, she still loved him. And she was hell-bent on making him realize it, even if it meant that she had to act so completely un-Keira-ish towards him that she made herself sick just thinking about it.
Sweet Precursors, what I wouldn't give for a miracle.