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Chapter Two: Lyn

"Harry wait! Wait up I said!"

The sound of someone calling out prompted him to halt, casting a glance over his shoulder noting that Lyn, who appeared. Irritation evident approaching with much vigour, his eyebrows furrowed focused as to what might have caused such ire; inwardly resolving to discover the source and fix it posthaste. Idly taking note of the stance; rigid and business-like. Oddly enough reminiscent of Hermione whenever she discovered something important or had something which she desired to share. It also brought a sense of foreboding with her narrowed eyes staring, the cold chill ran up his spine. Already knowing that this would not be a conversation easily put aside. His throat cleared audibly before speaking.

"Yes, Lyn? What is that you need?" He inquired, politely.

Lyn's eyes narrowed further, hands placed on her hips with a sharp huff. "What was that during the last battle?"

A perplexed gaze formed instantly. Mind scurried back to the previous fight unable to pinpoint the meaning behind her words several moments passed until his face faulted realization hitting him like a brick. A quietly groaning with hands running through his hair and covered his face now knowing what Lyn had meant.

"Oh. That."

Her lips pressed thinly. "Yes. That. Harry, where were you thinking? You could have gotten hurt if Camilla hadn't swooped you up at the last second." Lyn scowled, concern seeping through her features. "You need to be careful."

The hurt to sigh got stomped out immediately. "I thought I could at least do something." Harry retorted, not unkindly. The summoner's powers continued to hinder him to a supporting roll forced into watching from a distance rather than joining the fray of battle, the talk with Robin previously prompted him to attempt at fighting. However, like Lyn stated, Camilla managed to snap him to safety before an axe could have taken his head. It did nothing then fuel his desire to be help on the battlefield.

"It's our job to fight." She astonished, gently. "I get not wanting to watch but as our tactician, we need you to observe the goings on and advise us to route the enemy. What if an enemy attacked you?"

"I could have gotten out of the way." Harry was quick on his feet. "I can look after myself, you know."

Honestly, it had been irritating that everyone decided that he needed protection during battle; the scolding from Lyn certainly did nothing to approve his mood. Of course, Harry had not been blind to the utmost importance of a tactician and the why they were needed – nevertheless the frustration felt watching from afar continued to build and build over time. There had been nothing worse than being forced to watch the people he'd come to care to throw themselves into battle and unable to join them, to fight with them, to be alongside them. While appreciating the sentiments of desiring to protect him from harm; it never ended well. Long ago he'd taken up his own arms to defend himself no matter at what the cost and forced to endure the hellish reality known as war, forced into a battle destined to fight. Injures, dances with death were not new to him having been well acquainted with them since so-called childhood; no longer even blinking at the sight of his own blood becoming almost monotonous – the same could not be said for them, Harry could not stand them being hurt or placed into harm's way. War was neither kind nor gentle but cruel and unforgiving. Each of them experienced the tragedy of war.

On the other hand, this strange war among the realms had been new to all of them barely able to grasp the laws and concepts that Askr held forcing them to adapt quickly to ensure the survival of the worlds and themselves. It had not been his intention to place Lyn and the rest of her team in an awkward position; his actions were reckless. Harry knew and understood that.

His fingers pressed against his nose levelling Lyn a gaze. "I'm sorry for rushing into battle like that. It was stupid, and but I try not to stray too far from you guys."

"That's not the point and you know it." Lyn scoffed. "The four of us can't always have our eyes on you – and don't forget that Maria can't always be there to heal you; she might be a little girl but she needs to be focused on the field too. Think about the stress placed on her."

Harry winced. That had been true as the guilt started to nib away. The members of Lyn's team were formidable within their own right managing to pierce through the enemy lines though as strong as they appeared the four were human as the rest of them, their healer Maria; had been the youngest on their team yet had a fire that refused to go out. Even so, the thought of Maria being strained between healing the rest of her team and keeping an eye on his reckless made his stomach twist in disgust. His throat felt dry swallowed thickly realizing the truth of his own stupidity. Barely able to look Lyn in the eye.

"I… I know. I know Lyn. I never meant to put any pressure on Maria like that."

Her expression softened. "Then you need to let us do our jobs okay? Besides," Her smile warm. "We need you where you are. Okay?"

"…" A sigh. "Okay, Lyn."

[Lyn and Harry have reached Support Rank C]

There had been something about waking up at the brink of dawn after a great battle, in which Harry could not entirely place yet felt the wave of satisfaction wash over him. Progressing slowly made fighting off the empire each victory meant they were a step closer to returning home. However; keeping their wits and not becoming overconfident proved to be a slight issue. One never knew how the tides of battle could turn or the schemes that laid up with Veronica's sleeve. On the other hand, celebrating and cherishing their victory was just as important as keeping diligent and focused – and not wanting to take away the sense of accomplishment that everyone felt; working hard to overcome the trials thrown at them, the streams of soldiers attacking them left and right. They earned the right to some relaxation and enthusiasm. In fact, Harry opted to join in on the celebration for once opposed to watching from a distance.

Crowds had never been a thing Harry enjoyed preferring the company of those close to him with room to breath and think. Watching those having fun immersing themselves in the army having fun, chatting and being merry. Merely being an observer had been fine for him, but as time went on Harry developed the desire to move out from his comfort zone; joining in on the fun.

Honestly, they were having such a large influence on him.

"Harry?"

His head cocked. "Yes, Lyn?"

"I just wanted to say thanks for the help yesterday," Lyn answered, entering the tent hand riding on her hip gracing him with a smile. "I didn't notice that lance knight until you warned me."

"I didn't do much." Harry denied.

It had been a stroke of luck that he managed to spot the knight sneaking up behind Lyn before shouting in the urgency of the attacker. Camilla could have warned her, provided she had not been busy taking out a few of the bulkier soldiers, anyone could have pointed the knight out with the right timing and having noticed the attacker.

Lyn shook her head. "You saved my life, I wouldn't be standing here if you had not said anything."

"Eirika is the one that took the knight out."

"That's true. But, you still warned us and allowed us to counter the attack. It may be a small thing but it's important. I might be a swordswoman but even I know the little things can mean the difference in victory or defeat." Lyn amended, eyes softening. "You need to start giving yourself more credit. There's nothing wrong with having faith in yourself."

Harry hesitated. "I... never thought of it like that. I just… want to make sure you guys are alright. You were being attacked, so I shouted."

The bitterness at not being able to use his magic surfaced before stomping on that thought. While not an ideal situation there had been slight solace at proving to be useful regardless of his inability to fight despite the initial distress felt whenever in the storm of a battle, taking Lyn's words to heart using his eyes and quick thinking on the field utilizing to push the enemy back, watching however had been far different from actively participating. Feeling antsy as each second passed gaining territory as the air filled with cries and shouts from both sides vying for victory, normally despising fighting his disdain at being sidelined steadily grew more and more despite growing in acceptance in his designated role as summoner and tactician. There had been something about the thrill of battle that attracted Harry to leap into the fry, to pull his weight and aid his new found… friends (how odd that he considered them so close now…) to do something to show them that he had not been powerless, defenceless or weak but a fighter like everyone else. Hearing that the little things done could help did relieve the stress felt though did not entirely dissuade the desire to jump into battle. Lyn's words were deeply appreciated, for now.

It would take time for him to completely accept that his warnings and directions helped on a greater scale than what he could see nevertheless strived to do more for the next battle.

Lyn giggled. "And we appreciate that but if there's a scratch here and there, then I don't mind."

"Comes with the job?" Eyes twinkled teasingly as Lyn snorted audibly.

"You could say that. Now C'mon! There's a party to get to!"

[Lyn and Harry achieved Support Rank B]

"Morning, Lyn."

It had been rather bemusing seeing the shocked gaze on Lyn's features unable to fight the snicker trembling from his lips threatening to become a chuckle, Harry knew that she ventured into his tent trying to see if he had woken up or not; thankfully he had been a rather early riser and left before any could disturb him. Not like Harry slept much. It came to no surprise that she came to whether he had woken or not.

"Huh? Harry, you're awake?" She sounded surprised. "I didn't even hear you!"

His hand moved to his neck. "Not many people do." Truthfully, Harry never gave much thought to the near quietness of his step never intentionally to sneak up or avoid anyone – well, sometimes. There were a few people among the army whom he preferred not dealing with unless necessary, Lyn had not been one of them, he knew that during this time of morning she had been outputting in some training near the courtyard. A sheepish smile crossed his face gazing apologetically. "I'm usually up earlier than this." He added, shoulders shrugging. "Ended up sleeping in a bit but felt the need to start getting out of bed and moving."

"That's a good habit to have." Lyn agreed, nodding slightly. "I think the ones up earlier than us are Frederick and Cordelia –"

He gave her a pointed stare. "That's one of the reasons why."

"Oh riiiiight." Her lips curved into a teasing smile. "I've heard the rumours from Robin buuuuuut I didn't realize how true they were."

"… Please don't spread it around. It's nothing against Frederick," Harry responded deadpanned.

Lyn laughed. "I promise! So, what did you want to come and talk with me about?"

"About, well…" his voice trailed off trying to think of what to say. The battles alongside Lyn and her team prompted him to learn a bit about himself in a rather reluctant manner begrudgingly coming to understand the vital importance that his role brought as the tactician, pushing aside his own desires and need for the sake of the group, and coming to accept his position. "What we've been through lately."

Lyn said nothing. The silence unnerved him more than anticipated not knowing what might transpire inside her mind, the second in command of Team Girl Power (Harry still did not understand why Camilla suggested the name) Lyn proved herself fully capable of making swift decisions whenever Eirika had been preoccupied. It made sense how easily she managed to give pep talks whenever someone had needed one, or when one needed to be brought down a peg quite frankly she had been well versed in conversing with others. Watching her bounce off Hector and Eliwood, it had been no wonder why everyone trusted and talked with her easily; Lyn had simply been that type of person to draw others towards her.

There had been a tingle of envy at how easily she interacted with the rest. Even after all this time, Harry felt like a slight reclusive though more so out of habit.

"Honestly, I have a bit of a confession. Robin talked me about your insecurities," Lyn informed, quietly. "I never realized how… stuck you felt until he told me. You see, back my world, we do have a tactician of our own whenever there had been a battle I usually kept them close, so no harm ever came to them. I was so used to keeping them safe and sound that I forgot about your feelings, and what you must have been going through. It was wrong of me to try to tell you had to do things, but I do want to make sure nothing bad happens to you. You're important to us. To me as well."

Now things were beginning to make sense. The way Lyn desired to keep him safe during battle, it was something she had been used to in her own world and war; doing what came naturally to her. It almost touched his heart at her sentiment while a pile of guilt lodged in his throat reminding himself at the fact that all of them had been snatched from their worlds, the duties as well as friends and family (majority ended up here one way or another). Trying to adapt to this strange world, survive and work together to ensure that their homes were safe from the Emblian empire's grasps; the things they experienced together continued to be beyond anything they could imagine. His own world had been vastly different from theirs in a margin of ways while similarities existed he doubted that their worlds were divided into two separate worlds or were nearly advanced as the muggle-side. Far as he knew none of them even knew what a car or train was.

"I don't think either of us was initially being fair to each other," Harry began calmly. "Still, I think it helped us we both managed to reach an understanding. Back home, in my world… I had friends that stood beside me during the conflict in my world. I trust them with my life; they make up for the areas that I lack. Unfortunately, whenever things came down to it I was forced to fight alone against our enemy. I got used to relying on myself during fights, using whatever means necessary to survive. I never really strove to win but rather live."

Lyn blinked owlishly as her arm fell from her hips and swing. "This is the first time you've ever shared something about your home."

"Is it?" Brows furrowed curiously.

She nodded sharply. "But I'm glad you finally did, I can tell that you care very deeply about your friends Harry, but you need to know that here you don't have to fight alone anymore. We're here for you on and off the battlefield so if you ever feel insecure or even if you want to talk, I'm here okay? No matter what the reason. So, don't hesitate okay?"

"With enthusiasm like that? I don't think I can even try to hide things. Fine," Harry accepted chuckling. "Long as you do the same."

"Deal!"

[Lyn and Harry achieved Support Rank A]

End Chapter 2.

This originally was going to be Shanna's chapter, but Lyn managed to beat her and Camilla out; I really hope that I managed to portray her well. I know that in Warriors Lyn talks about being from the plains in her supports but I figured focusing on her role as a swordsman and her desire to protect and Harry's desire for independence and his still rather reluctant role as summoner would make for a good support. I really hope that I've managed to do her, and the support justice.

Feel free to leave constructive criticism in your review and whom you'd like to see Harry do a support with next!

Question of the chapter: Who do you think were Harry's first summons or whom do you believe NEEDED to be Harry's first summons?