A/N: I'm writing this directly after finishing the last chapter XD Oh, yeah, I put up my email and AIM on my profile, feel free to hit me up anytime~

And now you find out how Sophie fares, I have to say, when I started this fic, I wasn't that attatched to Soph as an OC, but I've actually grown to like her and I think of a new facet to her personality when I listen to music...I feel mental.

I'm not going to update on Saturdays hmmkay? I think I need one day off a week XD

Let's play, 'SPOT THE YGOTAS REFERENCE!'

~Ava

~XxX~

I hesitated just out of reach of the pressure pad that opened the door to Kaiba's portable 'office' with two cups of coffee in hand.

"Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea..." I muttered, low enough for only me to hear before I took a deep breath and walked forwards, the door sliding open with a 'woosh' and allowing me entrance to a dark room, the only light streaming from a computer screen that dominated the far wall; a high backed chair directly infront of it, one off to the side and another pushed against the far wall. Kaiba looked over his shoulder quickly, frowning as I approached the desk and set the cup from my right hand down next to him. His eyes flicked to the cup and back to me before speaking.

"What's this?" He asked as I took another gulp of my latté to calm me.

" It's coffee." I answered, keeping my eyes fixed solidly on the screen to avoid eye contact, "I thought you might need it since you obviously don't believe in sleep. I don't know how you take it, so I guessed it was like mine, since we're both hard-working entrepenurs."

"..." Even when he was silent he sounded sceptical, I rolled my eyes and chanced a look down to him.

"Okay, I asked Roland how you took your coffee. Thanks Kaiba, thanks for killing the magic." I turned back the screen as he frowned at the cup again.

"I don't believe in magic." He countered, repeating what he had said mere minutes beforehand, I sighed.

"Everytime you say that, a puppy dies...or is it a fairy?" I frowned, wondering if I was confusing my books, "I don't know," I said, dissmissing the fault, "either way you shouldn't poke it with a stick...or clap your hands...I forget where this is going." I set my own cup down on the long desk, fetching the chair that was against the wall and rolling it over next to him, his frown deepened.

"What are you doing Callaghan?" He asked, sounding confused, annoyed and curious at the same time as I picked my coffee back up and held it to keep my hands warm.

"I'm planning to stay here, ask you questions, keep you company and generally try to have a normal, human, conversation with you without either one of us sniping back at eachother for once." I said, leaning back into the chair and pulling a face, "this chair probably costs more than my Aunt's car right?" His frown didn't budge.

"I don't need nor want your company Callaghan." He said with a sigh, I looked over his shoulder at the flash of white that caught my eye, smiling slightly at what I saw.

"Yes you do, your brother's asleep." I said and pointed a finger at him while still holding onto my cup, "it also adds further proof that you're actually decent sometimes." I stated smugly, finally feeling confident enough in my decision to look him in the eyes as he frowned at me before looking over at Mokuba, far-too-large-for-him coat draped over him like a blanket. Kaiba turned back to face me, I wasn't an idiot, I saw the way his expression softened when he looked over to his brother. He turned back to the screen with the picture of the red dragon Yugi had in a Duel Monsters card on it, typing in something and enlarging the photo again.

"That depends, is your Aunt's car a Bugatti?" He asked, avoiding eye contact with me this time, I felt myself smile a little at his unspoken, 'fine, stay.'

"Pfft, no. She's got an Audi TT, which wouldn't be a bad thing if it wasn't this...really tacky grey." I said, grimacing at the thought of the car, he snickered before answering.

"Then yes, I'm afraid the chair you are currently occupying is worth more than her car." I sighed after he answered, that...was alot.

"So," I said, feeling a little happier than I had thought I would at the chance of an actual conversation with my sparring partner, "who dueled whom and who won?" Kaiba frowned slightly, remembering.

"Bakura dueled Moto, who later won after playing his God card." His frown deepened, "the attack rendered Bakura unconscious, he's currently in the hospital wing." I gasped at the last half of his sentence.

"Ryou's in the hospital wing? Will he be okay?" I almost raised my voice but remembered the sleeping boy in the corner, Kaiba looked at me, keeping his voice calm.

"I have only the best doctors on board Callaghan, he should be fine." I nodded, searching his face for a lie and finding none, I leant back into my seat, having unknowingly leant forwards to demand answers. I smirked a little as a thought came to me.

"Was that an attempt at assuaging my fears Kaiba? Am I to believe that you actually know how to deal with a distressed lady?" I said, taking another sip of my coffee as he turned back to the computer screen, keeping his eyes fixed pointedly to the writing on the card as he answered me.

"I didn't want you to wake up Mokuba with your impending hysterics Callaghan." I snorted at the answer.

"Yeah yeah...drink your coffee." I waved away his words and glanced at the screen, shuddering a little in my seat at the picture of the God card, knowing what they actually looked like. Kaiba frowned at me and then shifted his gaze down to the cup. I betted I could guess what he was thinking. I sighed over-theatrically, "Look, at the very least the arsenic I laced it with is fast-acting, it'll be relatively painless and you can get on with haunting Joey and freaking him out." I turned away to face the screen fully when I heard him laugh a little. An actual laugh and not a sarcastic snicker.

"Whilst I admit the prospect of eternally disconcerting Wheeler is interesting, I'm more concerned by whether or not you made it correctly." I turned to face him, pleasantly surprised by the half-smile on his face. He was actually quite cu-Sophie Grace Callaghan, if you blush now it will be the single worst thing you have ever done. My mind cut me off from my inner girlish ramblings. I cleared my throat and smiled back, honestly this time.

"Well I wasn't lying when I said that I asked Roland about how you took your coffee." I said, closing my eyes as a memory aid, "black, one and a half sugars." I opened them again and feigned disappointment, shaking my head, "So specific..." He sighed at my act, sipping the coffee and analysing it.

"Hmpf...you actually make a good cup of coffee Callaghan, I think you've found your only talent." He smirked slightly, but not maliciously this time. I was my turn to laugh.

"I'm English remember?Tea and coffee are what we do." I frowned and faked anger a little, "and I object to the 'only talent' remark." I said, hooking my fingers around the words as he raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really? I haven't seen you do anything paticularily useful yet Callaghan." He said, a taunting yet mildly amused tone to his voice.

"I'll have you know that I can almost play the piano and taste wine," I said, feeling a little smug at his slightly shocked look, "but I have yet to spot a seventy-two keyed wonder or a lovely1852 French red on this floating egotrip so I sincerely doubt I'll be of much use."

"...Wine tasting is a very...specific skill...you don't seem like the kind of person who would-" He said, trying to understand why I would have mastered that pretentious skill.

"-Learn how to taste wine? No, I don't, and you'd be right." I shook my head slighly and sighed, "my Mother is, however, obbssessed with wine since she grew up on a vineyard." I smiled a little at the memory of the time she had taken me over to California to meet my Grandfather and see where she grew up, "she decided to pass 'the knowledge' onto me since I was ten. I'm not likely to use the talent much but it kept us close over the years. It's a family bonding thing now." I smiled at him and then frowned when he cleared his throat and looked away before looking back at me.

"Yes, well, Callaghan..." He paused for a second, seeming to regret beginning this sentence, "I apologise for your problem with your Mother, it could have been prevented." He said, looking at me dead in the eyes as I actually blushed now.

"I-it's okay, I know her, she'll be really pissed off for about a week before she'll just simmer down to general annoyance. We'll be gone for a month anyway, by that time she should be fine. I mean," I laughed, "she won't like it, but I'm not leaving now." I smiled at him, "So, does this make us even? We've both apologised to one another like adults, will I be able to call a truce that you'll actively agree to this time or not?" I proffered my hand, Kaiba looked at it for a moment before shaking it once.

"I agree on the condition that you do not tell anyone about the truce and if you actively hold up your end too." He said, raising an eyebrow, I groaned.

"Can't you just not be a businessman for once?"

~XxX~

A/N: Well there you go, that's what you get when you sick an Ava in her room, give her one cup of coffee, (I love frappé lattés if you're interested, which you probably aren't), and keep her up until three in the morning as she attempts to write something halfway romantic-y but un-Mary-Sue-ish with Kaiba and an OC in it.

PLEASE tell me what you think of this chapter in paticular, as this is the whole point of this fic, to see if I can do an OC/Canon romance with, to be fair, the hardest charater to do so with, without Mary-Suing it up.

~Ava