Nom : Communication is the Key

Author : Rain

Disclaimer : SK belongs to Takei...

"Had we but world enough, and time,

Thy coyness, Lady, were no crime."

Jeanne blinked tiredly, rose to a sitting position. What was that supposed to be now...? A voice had roused her from her slumber. . She couldn't quite place it… She listened again. Nothing. "Hao?" It had to be him. It simply couldn't be anyone else; there was no one else in there.

But her tormentor did not appear. She was alone in the room. Confused, she almost fell back down in bed. Was she starting to hear voices? Wouldn't be the strangest thing since she arrived here.

When he came back the next day, she threw the apple from breakfast at his head. Of course, that didn't please him much, and her lunch turned to ashes. She didn't really mind, he wasn't a very good cook anyways. "What are you doing?"

She merely chuckled, though. "I thought we had agreed to only taunt each other while awake? You breached our terms. I get to throw stuff at you. That was our agreement."

She closed her eyes, so she didn't see his reaction. The stubborn sound he made, though, gave her all the answers she could have wanted.

She found a book a few days later. Andrew Marvell. Bored to death (he hadn't come around since their little fight, which was a wise move), she opened it, went through it. Then her eyes fell on two well-known lines by now. "Had we but world enough..." Curious, she read the poem. A frustrated persona tried to convince his beloved to yield to him.

Was that... Really what he meant to do? To send her such an... 'invitation'? She spent the rest of the day laughing. He was smart not to show up; she would have laughed in his face.

"Fine," he admitted begrudgingly. "I shouldn't have used a seventeenth-century poet to ask you to stop ignoring me. What now?" She laughed. "Stop giggling."

"Not sorry. It's way too ridiculous. And desperate."

"Tell me. How am I supposed to get your attention back?"

A pause. She rolled in her bed. "Tell me that you've missed me, at least. You never said that."

"Didn't I?"

"You said plenty of things. You were disappointed that I tried to flee, then angry, then mean. You forced me to apologize, not apologizing yourself. You never said you missed me."

Simple solutions to terrifying problems.