Author's Note: Gak! Sorry I haven't been writing any fanfiction at all lately. I've just been really swamped with school and stuff. But now it's winter break and I can relax for a week or two. I'll probably be writing more.
This came to me when I saw a couple kissing in the snow. The snow melted by the next day, but the memory kinda stuck to me. So I wrote this. It's called Something Special. I usually write Author's Notes and titles before I actually write the fanfiction, but this time I was more inspired to write this first. Something special is a line from this one.
Enjoy! If you review, I'll make you some hot chocolate. :)
Disclaimer: Tamora Pierce is my idol, but not to the point where I decide to steal her work. All characters belong to her.
Something Special
It was snowing again.
Alanna glared out the window. She had wanted to go out to town and visit George, but the fire was so much more inviting than the biting cold out there… Then she thought about how he always broke into a smile when he saw her, his eyes twinkling. And how his hair was always messy. And how whenever the burly men in the tavern poked fun at her, he'd say, "Hey, back off, she's mine."
Alright, Alanna thought. I'll go. But this visit better be something special. And deep in her stomach, she had a feeling that the only visits to town that weren't something special were the ones when she didn't see George.
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"Hullo! Jon!" a muffled voice called.
Jon turned around. The moment he saw the bundle of coats and scarves and socks with fiery red hair poking out of it, he burst out laughing. "Alanna?"
"Why didn't you wait for me?"
"I figured you wouldn't want to come."
The bundle struggled to put her hands on her now non-existent hips. "You underestimate me."
Jon grinned and shrugged. Together, they walked—or hobbled—to Corus.
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The moment they walked into the bustling tavern, Alanna breathed a sigh of relief. "Help me get these coats off," the muffled voice said. She and Jon peeled off layer after layer of clothing.
"Jon!" George's face burst into a smile. Then he noticed the only slightly smaller bundle of clothing. "…Alanna?"
She replied in a disgruntled voice, "I can't believe I came here in the snow."
George grinned, his eyes twinkled, and his hair was in a mess, as usual. It suddenly wasn't hard for Alanna to believe that she had come. "Come on," he said, taking her by the hand and beckoning to Jon. "I got new horses and I want to show you two." Not listening to Alanna, who was yelling that she needed her many layers of coats, he pulled them out the back door to the stables.
The snow was coming down harder in wild white swirls. Soon, her eyelashes were dotted with sparkling white snowflakes. Jon suddenly looked an old man, with his black hair turned white.
Alanna shivered. "I'm cold," she whimpered.
Jon said, "You always are." She glared at him.
George said, "Here, I'll make up for all those coats you left behind." And he wrapped his arms around her.
Jon felt a sudden surge of jealousy, and wished he had thought of that.
George felt that this moment was perfect, just hugging and being close to Alanna, the snow seeming less wild now, and more peaceful.
And Alanna decided that she would definitely come to Corus more often in the winter.
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Author's Note: -does victory dance- So did you like it? Maybe too OOC? Review, review, review!
