Disclaimer: I do not own the Study Series. This is the only disclaimer I'm going to do with these one-shots and drabbles.

AN: Yes, I will still continue to write my other stories but I can't do so with Yelena and Valek running around causing Havoc in my head. And since I really don't have a real plot for them and just certain scenes that I have been toying with. Some of them will be drabbles and one shots and some of them will have multiple chapters.

Intruder

He couldn't believe that she was so stupid. But how foolish was he? He had actually had some faith in her, cared for even. But she threw that back in his face. He should have known, he cursed Rand. The bastard had been giving him trouble for weeks. And he stole her. He knew he should have killed him when he had a chance.

But he couldn't really blame Rand could he? He was only just a man and she was a beautiful woman, who was not afraid to use her wiles on the men in the castle. Even the Commander, though he would never admit it, was quite taken by her. She already had Ari and Janco wrapped around her pinky finger. And he had foolishly allowed her to begin to place him underneath her thrall. Never again, he vowed as he prowled down the halls of the castle making his way to his room. How foolish was he? He even allowed her to sleep in his rooms, nothing he would have done with anyone else, but she had trapped him. And he felt the anger grow in his chest at the men who had attacked her.

He made to his room and took a breath before pushing the door open. And there she was in all of her glory asleep on his couch. And he felt his art ache for a moment at her beauty before righteous anger filled his head clouding his judgment. He walked to her side and yanked her from the couch, his grip bruising on her upper arm. Her eyes opened startled and for a moment he was mesmerized by the green of her eyes, and he found himself being lost in her eyes. But then the gravity if his misdeed caught up with him and his hand tightened again.

While he was lost in his thought, Yelena was able to free herself from his grasp, anger and terror fighting for dominance on her face. And for a moment he felt sorry for scaring her but his anger ruled out- even more so because she had the nerve to question his actions. "You mean you don't know?" he asked steely. When she stared at him with confusion he laughed coldly and slightly manically, "What, you didn't know your boyfriend Rand has been running his mouth?"

He saw that his anger had backed her against the wall, but he didn't care, he was angry- she had betrayed him. He threw a rock at her in anger, narrowly missing her head. He would have regretted marring her beautiful face later. "Valek, what are you talking about?" her voice finally broke through the liquid rage that he was lost in and Valek came to, staring at her for a moment.

"You told Rand about the prisoner exorcises. I caught them in the kitchen betting on how you would fare. Why would you tell something so sensitive especially Brazell afoot?" He asked when his mind asked, Why would you betray me?

The look of confusion on her face rankled his nerves, "Why would I say something about that? You don't think I value my own life?" she asked anger evident in her voice. She gained some courage then, stepping forward and gesturing to his desk, "Who else has access to your office?" she questioned.

Startled by her question he took a moment to think, "What do you mean?" he shot back.

"Surely, I am not the only who has noticed your papers out in the open." She said sardonically, "If I noticed, someone else was bound to."

His mouth formed a hard line as the truth of her words wrung out in his ears. She was right, he had left his papers out on his desk, to test her, but Marge did hate the girl so he wouldn't put it past the old bitch. He shoulders sagged, "What should we do?" he asked her, almost quietly.

She too relaxed as she stepped forward away from the wall, "We set a trap and you hold out the net." She said simply like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

The two launched into debate all night about the correct way to handle the situation that is until Yelena's yawns became more frequent than her words. She stood stretching and made her way to her bedroom, but he called out to her on the stairs, she stopped and craned her neck to look back at him. "I'm ready to believe about Reyad." He said with conviction.

"But I'm not ready to tell you." She said ruefully before continuing to make her way up the stairs.

He stared after her his curiosity growing, as he pulled himself from his chair and made his way up the stairs to his work room.

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AN: I liked this. I may continue this with another one- shot. I'm not sure. But I usually don't write too much from the male perspective, but I enjoyed this. Until next time.