A/N: Last night, while doing the dishes at like 11 pm, I had two bouts of mad inspiration. One of those stories never got to exist. Unnatural was the one that did, which is odd, because I never palnned on doing any fics solely about Alanna and George. Anyway, you can blame my mother, who made me babysit and clean the house while she and dad went to see Judy Collins. Note: This is a oneshot--really. Really really and truly. It takes place sometimes after Alanna returns from the Bazhir. It's just sorta a nice moment. You can make up the circumsatnaces. Whatever. This fic is dedicated to Lauren, Kelsey, and Kelsey, my bffs. I love you guys--you rock. We're all unnatural, but hey? So what.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nada. Nil. Zilch. Don't sue me--you wont get very much from me. I only have 42 cents in my pocket.
Unnatural
"Thank you so much, George," Alanna of Trebond and Olau said, hugging her old friend.
"'Twas nothing, lass," George replied, patting the young Lady Knight on the back. "Just stay safe, Alanna." It hurt him to see her hurt, either physically or mentally. Knowing that they both had dangerous positions in a dangerous time did not keep him from worrying about her, every second of the day.
It was just--she was Alanna. Despite being Goddess-touched, and the first Lady Knight in over a century, she was still vulnerable. Her faults sometimes sent her into trouble or danger, but he loved her for them all the same. There was more--she wasn't just Alanna, she was his Alanna.
No matter what she, Jon, or anyone else said, she was his Alanna, and had been since she had come to him in the middle of the night, just a scared page, asking him for help, and confessing her secrets.
Alanna gave him a smile. "I'm sorry I can't stay, but Myles needs me. 'Bye, George. And thanks again," She turned to leave, red curls glinting in the ruddy light of the sunset.
George watched her back as she walked away. "Goodbye, lass," he called after her retreating figure, as she disappeared into the crowds of Corus. Love blazed in his eyes.
He watched where she had walked away for several long moments, before turning back to the Dancing Dove with a sigh and a shake of his head.
Marek Swiftknife watched the exchange with mixed emotions. He stepped from the shadows, facing George, his King. "She has unnatural eyes," he remarked cryptically, his face displaying no emotion.
George watched his long-time friend and rival with a curious smile, lost in his memories. "She's an unnatural lass," he remarked at last, And I love her for it.
"Aye," Marek replied, and together they turned, pushing open the door to the Dove, retreating quietly into the shadows.
A/N: Yeah, it's short, I know. But what I don't know is what you are thinking right now. I'm not psychic. At least I wasn't, last time I checked. So really, enlighten me. It's quick, easy, and includes pressing buttons. You know what I mean-- SO HOP TO IT.
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