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A/N- I'm a horrible, horrible person for taking so long to update. May I wrought in fan fiction hell. Many thanks to all of my readers who have actually stuck in there for so long.

"OW!"

"You selfish idiot!"

"OW! Nita stop!"

"What is your problem!?!"

I was currently in the act of beating Kit to death with my biology text book while berating him for agreeing that we would go on a double date with Vivian and Ricky.

"What part of NO do you find hard to comprehend!" I shouted, while landing a blow on Kit's shoulder blade.

"Stop! Nita, OW, stop!" Kit shouted back.

Kit wrenched the book from my hands and throw it on my kitchen table. Dairine was sitting at said table watching us with detached amusement and eating a piece of toast. She didn't appear to have any plans of saving Kit from what was sure to be his imminent death via text book.

How could he!?! I honestly don't know what's wrong with my supposed best friend sometimes. I would never do something so selfish to him. Agreeing that I would go out on a date with Ricky Chan is just crossing the line. I mean come on! It's more or less pimping me out.

"Look," Kit made an attempt at a placating gesture while I stood breathing heavily and glaring at him, "I know you're angry."

Dairine and I both snorted at this, but Kit didn't let me interject anything. He put his hands out to stop me before I could. This boy is really skating on thin ice here. He quite obviously doesn't realize how close he is to being murdered via school supplies.

"But it was necessary," he continued, "This is my only chance to get Vivian to notice me as more than a stage partner. You have to help me."

"I don't have to do anything. I'm not the one who needs a date with the most popular girl in school. I'm the person who is in no way involved in this." I emphasized each new point with a stab to his chest with my finger, "You can get your own dates. Leave me out of it!"

Kit sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, "I know that it isn't your job to get me dates, but I'm asking you as a friend. No, scratch that, I'm not asking: I'm begging, " Here Kit dropped to his knees on the ground and grabbed my hand, looking up at me imploringly, "Will you please do me this one little favor? I'll do anything I swear."

Kit flashed me the full extant of his puppy dog eyes. This was a method I usually implored on him. I had always found it to be particularly effective if I ever needed something of him.

I must say; it certainly sucks to have it turn on me in such a way. I can see why Kit always gives in.

I felt my resolve begin to weaken. I could tell that I could possibly say yes. Sigh. I'm such a softy.

But if I was going to give in it wasn't going to be for nothing.

"Be my slave," I said, viciously.

Kit got an odd look in his eyes and Dairine started to choke on her toast. They both gaped at me.

"What!"

They both gasped out the single word, each wearing varying degrees of shock on their faces. It took me a minute to understand what they thought I meant and I cringed when I did.

"Not that way, you perverts!"

Images of what they were probably thinking ran through my head, and caused an odd pull on my lower stomach. Stupid teenage hormones.

"I don't want you to be my love slave, " I rolled my eyes at their relieved expressions (At least I think it was relieved. Was it my imagination or did Kit look slightly disappointed?) "You'll do grunt work. Homework, chores, carrying my book bag, and tasks of similar nature. "

I watched for Kit's reaction with my arms crossed over my chest, looking at him appraisingly. He sighed and pushed himself to his feet, grumbling under his breath.

"I'm sorry, what was that? I didn't quite catch what you said." I put a hand behind my ear in a false show of someone trying to better their hearing.

Dairine laughed and tried to cover it up by turning it into a cough. Kit shoot her a look and glared at me, "I said, fine. I'll do it. For how long?"

I let a slow evil smile spread slowly across my face, "Oh, you just let me worry about that. I'll let you know when I'm through with you."

Kit shot me one last glare that would have killed a normal person before pulling out his manual to set up the coordinates for a beam me up Scotty spell. The air banged into place where he had been standing and a silence overcame the kitchen.

The silence, however, was soon broken by Dairine erupting into laughter behind me.

I turned to face her, "What?" I asked her rudely. I don't appreciate her laughing at my life.

"Oh, nothing, "she said innocently (*snort* yeah, that'll be the day), "This just got a lot more interesting, that's all."

I put a hand on my hip and sighed, "What just got a lot more interesting?"

"This whole thing you and Kit have going, of course." she said with a shrug.

"What thing? We don't have anything going on." I assured her, before walking past her to the fridge to retrieve a lemon soda.

I pulled back the tab and chugged half of the can down in one go. Ah, the drink of the gods.

"Nothing, really, " she shrugged again and popped the last bit of toast into her mouth, speaking around the bread, "Just that you're in love with him, that's all."

The sip of lemony goodness I currently flew from my mouth, landing against the fridge I was still standing in front of.

"Why I'd never!" my fridge huffed in the speech. Dairine and I both ignored her for the most part, although I think I might have mumbled some sort of apology.

"I am not in love with Kit!" I shrieked, when I stopped gaping my mouth like a fish out of water and found my voice again.

Dairine got up and put her plate in the sink, "you just keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better."

"I'm not in love with Kit!" I repeated, but she was already making her way out of the room, waving to me behind her back.

I stood staring at the place where she had left the room, ignoring my fridges grumbling. I eventually shook myself out of it and wiped down the still pissed of fridge before leaving the kitchen myself.

I am so not in love with Kit.

A/N- For anyone interested I stole Ricky Chan from Diane Duane. She mentioned him on page 215 in the paper back copy of The Wizard's Dilemma.

A/N- Although, I've been horrible with updating and I know I don't deserve it, reviews will still be much appreciated. Please? (try's to look pathetic).