Daaaaaang. I can't believe I still have this. This is old. Really old. But drabbles needed an update, and since I'm way to lazy to write something new, well, bleh. Yep. It pretty much sucks, but, oh well. Live with it.

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Disclaimer: I own Fire Emblem not.

Oh, btw, Hector's awesome, okay? So don't pester me about it!! He just fit the role.

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Hector peeked through a slit in the side of his tent. I'm not spying on her, he assured himself. I'm just…checking to make sure she's not taken. He assured himself as he stealthily sneaked across their camp to Lyn's tent. He wasn't paying attention, because his mind was already picturing scenarios with her, all of them ending in, well, yeah.

However, three feet away from her tent, he got an ugly surprise which crushed his hopes.

Truth was, see, he really was spying on her. He had been semi-stalking her for the past week after realizing how much she meant to him, finally.

He'd been stupid not to notice it at first, how she always seemed mad whenever she met him, but slowly, especially after defeating the final dragon, she'd let her guard down. She even gave him a little peck on the cheek afterward! Being him, he naturally had no clue how to respond, and screwed the situation up completely. But thankfully, her scampering away had spared him of much embarrassment.

After that, he'd changed, lots. In the month that followed, he'd spent less and less of his time with anyone and more and more time following Lyn.

He'd never worked up the courage to actually go talk to her, and was quite sure he never would. Still, he knew that if he didn't make a move soon, someone else would.

So then he made up his mind to ask her tomorrow. But first, he decided to check…

Three feet away from Lyn's tent, he heard a muffled moan which was quickly stifled. Two more steps, and he heard rustling body(ies) inside a bedroll. His heart went faster than it did before (which was really quite fast) and sank so low he was sure he would digest it and die of anguish.

That passed quickly, however, and soon he saw red. This was his girl, not whoever else was in there's. Creeping up to a small slit in her tent, he peeked through, various plans or execution, torture, slaughter, and general killing running though his mind.

Lyn and someone he couldn't see very were indulging in serious smut. Shreds of conversation floated to his ears, most of them "I love you" 's.

He watched, and endured, shivers of incredible jealousy running through his body with Lyn's every moan, every gasp, and every cry.

Finally, it seemed that they finished. He heard the first full sentence spoken by her in a long time. "Tom, you are amazing."

He imagined that he smiled at her, because they shared a small kiss that made Hector burn with envy. "No, you are, I just aim to please."

She giggled, and then said "We should announce that we're engaged to the public."

"Mm," he said, "not tomorrow. We're gonna be all gloomy tomorrow, in Araphen. How about when we reach Caelin, in three days?"

"Mm, all right, dear, don't forget…"

Hector, shaking with something between fury, envy, and despair, left the scene and returned to his tent, taking great care to avoid Erk and Serra's tent. Seeing smut once in a day was more than enough for him.

Once within the walls of his residence again, he plotted while grinding his axe against a whet rock. Soon, he knew what he had to do.

The next morning came quickly. Everyone packed up and hit the road. They, having nothing to do, were simply ridding the land of anything bad. They were just outside of Araphen, and Lyn was arguing with Eliwood about where or not to torch the place.

Any other day he would have rode in silence for hours just watching her, but not today. He rode around, toward the convoy, where he was met by a very anxious Pricilla and not so anxious Dart. Already knowing, he asked her (Pricilla) "What's wrong?"

She turned around on her horse and looked at him. "Hey, Hector. You won't believe this,"

Yes I will, he muttered mentally to himself.

"…but the entire water convoy's empty! Dart swears he just refilled it yesterday, but now it's totally empty. Hardly a drop left."

"Is there a leak?" he asked.

"No, there isn't. I can't understand it!"

"That's all right," he said, feigning cheerfulness, "I'll go fill it up."

"By yourself?" Pricilla's eyes widened. "What are you trying to do, break your back? Let Dart go with you, at least." She turned around to call him, but Hector stopped her. "Nah, you guys stay here and fix this up, I'll find someone."

She shook her head. "Okay, if you're sure. Don't go alone."

"Later," he said.

"Later."

He saw Tom talking to Kent and Sain, so he devised a way to get them apart. Sain had been watching Rebecca closely lately, so he called in a few favors and got her to go talk to him. Between Sain's "charm" and Kent's lectures, Tom was left with nothing to do. Sliding his horse up to him, he made small talk. So far, so good.

"Hey, Tom, the water convoy is having some problems and we need to go fill it up. Interested?"

Tom shot a look a Sain, Kent, and Rebecca. "Sure, why not." With that, they were off, into the dark scary woods.

Lyn watched them go with apprehension. Tom, surprisingly, hadn't noticed it, but she had caught flashes of Hector, who was acting more than a little weird, at the strangest times. Last night, for example. His eyes glinted dangerously just now, that all of a sudden apprehension began to seep into her mind. She grabbed Kent and Sain, and Rebecca came with. Hector had better behave.

Heading toward a stream, they chatted about Caelin, the dragons, weaponry, and many, many other things. Hector slowly turned their conversation to women, and then made his move.

"Say, Tom, I need to ask your help. There's this girl I want to ask out, but I don't know how."

Tom laughed. "Hector, you probably know more than I do. But go ahead, tell me about it. Who is she?"

Hector hesitated slightly. The time had come. He was ready. Blood had to be shed.

Still, he felt bad about this. Tom was one of his friends, after all.

Then, he remembered Lyn…

Hector stopped his horse. "Lyn," he said.

Tom stopped. His expression was unreadable, but his brain was clicking through the possibilities like only a tactician's could. "Sorry, can't help you, man. I-"

"Have been ing her for the last few weeks."

Tom was taken aback. "Well, yes. How did –"

Hector's eyes were downcast. "Sorry, friend, but you must die."

He drew his axe with a flourish. Tom's eyes widened, but he was frozen in place, seeing no way out that didn't involve certain death, since there was a hand axe in Hector's belt. And he'd seen him throw that thing. He didn't miss.

Making a desperate bid for life, he half sprang, half fell off the back of his horse. Hector's first sweep met air.

Hector recovered quickly. Turning his axe back on its target, he semi-vaulted off his horse and buried the larger blade of it half in inch to the left to a rolling tactician. His eyes narrowed. He'd missed twice, and either way, there wouldn't be a third.

Tom ran quickly to the cover to trees, and had made it about halfway. Hector planted his feet and hefted his axe –

Whizzz! An arrow flew out of nowhere and buried itself in his back. After it came a pair of javelins and a sword, (all which left their owners at the same time, in case you were wondering) and he fell off his horse and fell to the ground, dead.

His axe, though, was not. It whirled through the air at incredible speed, heading toward Tom, guided by a desperate wish.

Tom heard metal on metal, so he spun his head around. Big mistake, not that it would have mattered. It just happened that his head was directly in the path of the axe, and when it reached him, it sliced cleanly through his neck.

END!

Yay did you like it? I just got this idea from one of Weird Al's song (yeah) so I figured I'd just write it anyway.

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(Yeah, I know it was a sad ending. Sue me. Actually, don't.)

Albino Black Dove

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a&n : well, there you have it. r&r, flame away if you need to.