A oneshot written over two nights. It's pretty pointless but I like it alright.

Dedicated to the one and only Intoxication who I love to freaking death. BFFL.

The black Porsche sped down the freeway, weaving in and out of the traffic hurriedly. He had to get there. He had too.

‘Please…please be there.’ He found himself praying, deadly tendrils of fear spreading like spilled black ink across his brain. Dearka was a lot of things – he was brash and at times crude. He had attitude and he spoke his mind. He was also a fool. A great big fool.

“I don’t know why we bother…it’s not like you care.” She had whispered, the words slipping straight into his mind like a hot knife through butter. “You’re never around. You’re always gone. It’s like…” she had trailed off and the phone line had fallen silent. He could have sworn he heard a quiet sob there too. A sound he had hoped he would never have to hear again. “Miriallia …I’m sorry.” The line had gone dead though and it had taken him less than five minutes to race back to his quarters, grab his ID card and get to a space port.

The journey to Orb seemed to take a lifetime. Days, years could have passed and he was stuck here praying to someone that she wasn’t going to leave him. The jolt as the shuttle touched down did nothing to quell the panic. All Dearka could think was ‘She’s going to leave and you’re not even going to get a chance to say goodbye or sorry. Hell boy, you didn’t even get a chance to tell her that you loved her.’ That last chaotic thought sent even more ripples through his mind. He had never so much as whispered that he loved Mir – never so much as breathed that L word. He regretted that now.

He hadn’t expected to see Athrun waiting there, leaning so casually against the side of the Porsche. Without a word, Athrun tossed the keys to Dearka and jerked his chin to the driver’s seat. “Cagalli said Miriallia was upset. Whatever happened I hope you fix it.”

Dearka laughed dryly. “I hope I can fix it.”

Athrun nodded solemnly and stepped away from the car. He didn’t need to be told twice and Dearka coaxed the engine to life and navigated it out and onto the freeway. The speedometer’s needle raced upwards – the black car a ghostly wraith as it hurtled along towards the heart of the Orb nation.

The last five minutes were the hardest five minutes of his life. He had stared death in the face, looked down the barrel of a gun more times then he had cared to count but this scared him much more then any of that. He knew every nuance in the road, every tree on the sidewalk. He knew this place better then he knew his own. His hands tightened around the steering wheel and he eased the car into the vacant space outside Miriallia’s apartment. Dearka reefed the keys from the ignition and shut the door hurriedly.

The elevator could not have moved slower, every inch felt like forever.

He had to see her. Had to make things better, make them all right.

His fist rapped against the wooden door and his heart leapt when he heard footsteps and the deadbolt sliding open. Miriallia’s face appeared in the crack and he barely had a second before she slammed the door sharply.

“Go away Dearka.”

He banged on door harder this time, persistent that he would be heard.

“Open the door Mirri. We need to talk.” His voice defeated.

Miriallia opened the door a little again; his tone had belied something else – stirred up something inside of her. His presence, his tone. He sounded genuinely upset and that was something that she had come to know was a far and fleeting emotion in his books. She should have known that him being here spoke in volumes and volumes.

“You going to let me in or am I going to have to break down the door?” he teased and she sighed and unlocked the deadbolt completely and swung the door open.

“I’d rather my door stay intact thanks.” She said, shutting the door behind him with a click.

He traipsed into the lounge and stood stiffly, shoulders squared. Miriallia slumped onto the couch and stared at Dearka, her eyes probing his solemn face.

“I’m sorry but before you rip me to pieces I just need to tell you this.”

He breathed in and prayed to whoever was listening to give him the strength to admit this out loud.

He spoke.

“I love you.”

There was sincerity in his voice and it echoed around in the depths of her mind. She couldn’t believe he had said it. She couldn’t comprehend.

“Pardon?”

“I love you.” He repeated again, eyes cast down.

She climbed from the couch and took two steps towards her… boyfriend and stared at him with disbelief. Her blue eyes were confused and her face was a mix of sheer euphoria and deep confusion.

“How..how could you say such a thing?” she whispered, not looking at Dearka. Looking everywhere but where he was standing stiffly still.

“It’s the truth. That’s why I can say it. I know I’ve been a fool for a long time and I’ve hurt you. I’m here Mirri. I love you and I’m sorry. If you leave me…at least I got to tell you and say goodbye.”

He made his move to turn and head to the door but Mirri caught his elbow and pulled him back.

“Please…don’t go. Don’t go away again.”

Miriallia wrapped her arms around Dearka from behind and pressed her cheek against his back.

“Stay here. With me.” A pleading, murmur.

Dearka turned in Mir’s arms and slipped his own around her waist. He dipped his head to the crook of her neck and breathed in deeply.

“I will.” He mouthed against her neck, pressing butterfly kisses slowly upward towards her jaw. She shivered under the ministrations, her head rolling to the side automatically. Miriallia had missed this, missed him.

His lips circled her neck again and hunted along her jaw. She sighed and shifted subtly in his hold and Dearka lifted a hand from Miriallia’s waist and turned captured her chin.

“Open your eyes Mirri.”

Her lashes fluttered and her crystal blue eyes fixed onto Dearka’s own lavender gaze. He could have stayed there for days, drowning in their unfathomable depths. “I love you.” He repeated – like a personal mantra for the third time that evening.

She smiled and sighed again. “I love you too Dearka. You should know that.” she chided gently.

That was all the invitation he needed and with ardour and passion he pressed his lips against hers, savoring the way she tasted, the way she fit so snugly against him. They stayed that way, tongues twirling and sliding against each other till the need for air broke them apart, breathless. They eagerly dove in for more. She steered them towards and wall and pressed Dearka’s back against it. His hands roved up and down her petite body and she mewled and nuzzled her nose against his jaw when Dearka let her lips go. This was what home was.

For the first time in what felt like days, Dearka smirked and tipped his forehead against hers.

“I’m glad you’re home.”

“Me too. I missed doing this.”

They laughed together and Mir took Dearka’s hand and led him away. Smiles on their face and love in their hearts.