I know I haven't updated any of my other stories lately but I've hit writer's block so don't despair I'm still working on them. This idea came to me the other night whilst I was listening to 'Fall For You' by Secondhand Serenade (hence the title). I also have another idea in mind but unfortunately it requires me to read The Traitor Queen by Trudi Canavan so this may be a little while yet. Anyway this story is set just after The Rogue, so don't read if you haven't read it.

My first song fic so... Enjoy!

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Chapter One

The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting...

Dannyl placed his book upon the table beside him tiredly. Lorkin had only been back for a week and the older magician's mind ached from the hours of listening to the young man tell him about the way of life for the Traitor's. He rubbed at his temples trying to remember the last time he had slept properly.

He'd had to endure Tayend's coldness on top of Lorkin's non-stop talking and it was all starting to weigh down upon him. He hadn't seen Aschati either since Lorkin had returned. He was shocked to find that he didn't miss the man nor yearn for his company in the slightest. He felt guilty about this, after all the man had been nothing but kind to him and had caused the final rift between him and Tayend. He shook himself mentally. Him and Tayend were nothing now, had been for ten years; just never realised it. He picked up his drink and sipped it slowly, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.

He smiled faintly as he remembered when he first met Tayend, their first time in Armje and the times after that spent in each other's arms. His lips went back to a firm line as he remembered them growing further and further apart, him diving into his work and the scholar going off to parties. Inappropriate parties which could have ruined them both. No would have ruined me not him, he corrects himself. He remembers the argument that they had had before he'd left the Guild back in Kyralia to come here, when he got down to it he'd grown tired. Tired of coming home and seeing Tayend there, but then being annoyed if he ever came home and found the scholar not there. It had been a vicious circle which Dannyl was glad to escape from.

He remembered his initial anger at seeing Tayend here in Sachaka. Taking up the position of Ambassador for Elyne. Dannyl frowned. He still didn't understand his ex-lover's reason for coming here. After Tayend had caught him in the Baths with Aschati and had then gone on to criticise and reprimand Dannyl on his feelings for the Sachakan he grew to believe that he had come to Sachaka to spy on him. Recently that theory had begun to dissipate. Instead he now thought that maybe Tayend had come to amend their relationship only to find that there was no relationship to amend. Whatever the reason it frustrated the magician to no end. His frustration grew even more with the fact that he had seen Tayend everyday for the last week, joining in with the dinners between him and Lorkin; and enjoyed the time that he got to spend with Tayend even if at time's the scholar could be exceedingly cold and indifferent towards him.

His eyebrows knitted together in disgruntlement. His former lover still got to him and it was in both a good and bad way. Slowly the memory of his and Tayend's first kiss and the first time they slept together came back in full, almost playing like a movie in his mind and he gradually fell to sleep.

He jolted up in his seat at the clanging of glass against glass.

"Sorry." He heard someone murmur. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked blearily to his right. He glanced up to see Tayend looking at him with his eyebrows raised, the glass hanging from his hand, mere centimetres from the glass shade.

"It's all right." Dannyl mumbled, sending magic through his body to ease his muscles. He gently stood up and turned around, to see his former lover standing up straight with his glass in his hand.

"You look tired." The scholar remarked. Dannyl nodded not quite sure what to say. He walked around the table and patted Tayend's shoulder. He watched his ex-lover's eyes move to his hand and then to his face, confusion embodied all over his face. Dannyl drew his hand away and coughed moving to walk out of the room.

"Can we just forget everything?" Tayend's voice calls to him. The magician stops in the doorway and turns around.

"What?" He asks stupidly. He could've sworn that he heard the scholar swallow.

"Can we forget everything that happened? Or has happened recently?" He repeats with a shrug. Does he want us to act as if we're back together? Dannyl can't help but think. Seeing the look on the magician's face the Elyne quickly explains; "Not as if we're back together, but just put everything that has happened recently behind us? Be friends I suppose is what I'm trying to say." He smiles faintly, hoping that he managed to get his point across. When Dannyl just blinks at him he gulps audibly. "I'm sorry." He says in a rush. "I'm sorry for how cold I've been. I guess I was just annoyed that it was Aschati, a black magician, that you went after." He spits slightly at this and then breathes heavily to calm himself down. "Kind of insulted me." He mumbles.

"I'd like that." Dannyl replies. "I'd like us to be friends." He explains and finds that he is speaking the truth. Tayend had always been his closest friend, he wanted that again if nothing else. He thinks about what he could say to the apology but draws a blank.

"Thank you." Tayend smiles widely, seeing the struggle on his ex lover's face and Dannyl nods once before walking out and going to his own room.