Scenario 9- ''You're the Best Thing that Ever Happened to Me''

Kel looked at the man in front of her and couldn't help but have a huge grin plastered onto her face. Even if he was the worst dancer in Tortall, he was still hers. The feeling of his hands on her hips made her feel tingly in a way that no man had before.

He stepped on her foot.

''Sorry.''

His apology was awkward ( even though he had apologized for the offense many times before), along with his feet.

She laughed. ''It's okay, Meathead,'' she said, making sure to emphasize in her tone how used to it she was.

He caught onto it and mock-frowned. ''A man has his pride, Kel,'' he said, pretending to be hurt.

Kel rolled her eyes. ''And you have no dancing skills whatsoever,'' she said, smiling.

Seeing her smile, he could keep up the hurt masquerade no longer. Her smile made him melt, and made him clumsier. It also made a huge smile appear on his face.

''Will you love me anyway?'' he asked, his smile so deep that it reached deep into his voice.

Her smile increased( therefore his did, too). ''Of course,'' she answered. She couldn't find the words to describe her love to him. It was pure and complete and unconditional, it was beautiful and like nothing she had ever felt before.

The smile slowly slid off of both of their faces, into a look full of passion and yearning. The song ended and instead of giving her up to the next dancer, he kissed her.

His kiss was long and sweet and passionate. He put as much of the love he could in that kiss. In return, she did the same. They pulled away, breathless, not noticing those around them staring at her.

They danced with some others but were only able to think of each other. Each was counting down the time until they were in each other's arms again. Dancing with Dom, she knew that's what he was thinking about his fiancé, Yuki.

They both shared the same memory on the fourth dance, the one where they first realized their feelings for each other:

Kel was fighting and Neal was on the field. Then all the sudden.... An arrow hit her in the chest.

Kel remembered the pain of it plunging into her chest and slowly losing consciousness(but nothing after that). Neal remembered the pain of seeing her bleeding, pale, dying body.

He remembered running to her urgently, panic running through his veins at lightening speed. The thought, she can't die, was the only thing running through his head. He could barely get his thoughts together enough to remember how to heal. But that thought was the only thing that pushed him to do it, ironically.

She can't die, she can't die, she can't die, SHE CAN'T DIE.

He healed her the best he could, and after that even she wouldn't wake up for a long time. It was a black memory for him remembering that time, the agony and fear that gripped his gut and mind at seeing her in the state she was in. He couldn't be anywhere then but by her side, consumed with his whirlwind of bad emotions.

That was when his relationship with Yuki fell apart. They were having problems in their relationship before but Kel's condition was when it finally fell apart. Yuki cared about Kel, and was upset about her. However, as a Yamani, she became annoyed at such an obvious display of emotion, which she considered weakness. Neal sensed this and it created a wall in their relationship that they couldn't get over.

Neal didn't like remembering those memories. He liked to remember the memories that happened a month later. That's when she woke up, and got better.

When he first found out she was conscious, he kissed her so hard and passionately with a depth in his heart for her he didn't even know existed.

Kel remembered feeling the shock and pleasure at his kiss. She had been holding in her feelings for him for a long time, and they came rushing out then. His kiss was so much better than what she had imagined- pure and beautiful and... with an element indescribable and that neither of them ever felt before.

And they had loved each other ever since, in a way they had never loved another.

The ball ended eventually, much the relief of both of them. Neither of them liked them much (except for when they were with each other). They were tiring and strenuous and tedious.

''I'm glad it's finally over,'' Neal said to her afterwards when he caught up to her, ''all those girls kept complaining to me how horrible of a dancer I was.''

''Well, Neal, your dancing skills aren't the best…'' Kel deadpanned.

''Hey!'' he exclaimed, pretending to be deeply offended.

Kel slowly let a smile creep on her face. ''My dancing skills aren't the best, either,'' she offered.

''Has any guy complained to you about stepping on their toes, though?'' he said.

''Uh-oh, how many girls complained to you about that?''

''Six.'' He admitted this, pretending to be embarrassed (though it was hard for him to be embarrassed about something he had done so often before).

''And how many girls did you dance with?''

''Seven.''

She rolled her eyes and laughed. ''I'm surprised it wasn't worse,'' she said.

Neal mock-frowned again. ''You mean you're surprised that I didn't step on all of their feet?'' he asked.

''Basically,'' she said.

''Kel, I'm not that bad!'' he exclaimed, pretending to be offended.

Kel made a face. ''Yes, you are,'' she said.

''Okay, maybe I am,'' he said, with the smile that he had been holding in beginning to show.

Kel let herself begin to smile, too. ''That's more like it,'' she said.

Then they let themselves fully beam and then laugh uncontrollably.

Then they shared that look again, the look that they shared on the dance floor right before they kissed.

And then they kissed again, this time harder and longer.

This time they were both breathless, and panting. Still they smiled at each other, that silly, lovesick smile that they reserved only for each other.

''I love you,'' Kel said.

''I love you, too, Kel,'' he said.

Kel's face went grave with seriousness. ''Neal,'' she said, ''you're the best thing that ever happened to me.''

His smile extended. ''You, too,'' he said, ''you're the best thing that ever happened to me, too.''

All next day they all got smirks, whistles and eyebrows raised for their display at the ball( especially Kel for that was more out of character for her to do than Neal).

Normally Kel would have cared. She hated kissing in public, and would have told off another lover off for it but Neal… It somehow felt right.

And she normally would have gotten annoyed after the millionth whistle, and said something, but all she could do was smile. Because then that would require her to remember the night before, and afterwards, and she couldn't be annoyed with remembering that. She was the lovesick fool she swore she'd never be.

Because he was the best thing that every happened to her.

And Neal... well, instead of saying anything sarcastic or absurd as his former self would have done. Instead he just smiled, knowing that they had never felt a love like his and pitying them for it.

Because she was the best thing that ever happened to him.

Because they were the best thing that ever happened to each other, and because of that they could handle everything.

And with that knowledge, they couldn't wait to see each other next.

Sorry- this was super lame. I thought I'd be better at this but maybe I do hold a hidden K/N resentment... Hope my other future K/Ns are better....

Anyway, I have this idea( that I posted on my profile) that involves Koni from Scenario 2. Basically the narration of her life, what it's like to have Neal as her father, all the firsts in her life, etc. A lighter fic than these past ones, basically. This won't be coming up for a while, though, since two fics at a time are hard enough to juggle. But I thought I should let you know anyway.

Oh and I just got an account on fictionpress also called theweirdworder. I only have one story posted up but please check it out and tell me what you think.

And that's it... Please review anyway( even if to affirm how lame it is) and I'll update( a better one) as soon as I can.