A/N: *Points to self* Still not sure who Kel gets paired up with! Tell me in your reviews (or flames!)! So far it's between Kel/Jason, Kel/Joren, Kel/Neal. But if other suggestions get more, i might pick them. I don't like Kel/Cleon, sorry all you Cleon fans, but review anyway! Most likely Kel/Joren! I love that pair... mostly because it's so unlikely and JOREN MIGHT HAVE A HEART! Oh, and **WARNING** if you don't like fluff, then why are you reading this? This chapter has some. Just warning you!

Disclaimer: Time to try pig latin. Um... Onenay foay hesetay harecterscay reaay inemay nlessuay ouyay on'tday ecognizeray hemtay. How did I do? It says None of these charecters are mine unless you don't recognize them.

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Jason, inside the room he had rented for himself, sat on the bed, putting his hand to his cheek where she had slapped him, feeling the heat still radiating off of it, then to his lips, and wanted to smack himself. What made him do that???

(A/N: I've now decided who Jason is... heh heh, but 'course, i won't tell you! Not yet anyways...)

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Wicked, in her room, lay on the bed, scowling darkly. First the pages, then the kiss. What next, her worst enemy? (A/N: Hm... gives me an idea...)

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Back at the palace, Lord Wyldon spoke to all the pages after the meal. Once getting all the boys attention, his clear words carried over the hall.

"As some of you may have noticed, Keladry of Mindelan is not here. She is down in the city," He paused, as if choosing his next words, then carefully said, "and does not wish to return."

The boys, in shock, began to whisper together, Joren's group especially. Vinson was beside himself.

"After all we did, she choose to leave without us pushing? What's up with that?"

Wyldon held up his hand for silence, and slowly got it. "There are reasons my students, importent ones. I am only telling you this because the king believes you should know. Mindelan has amnesia."

The sharp intake of breath that went around the room was very audible against the otherwise quiet of the room. Joren mutter is loud in the silence. "What did she do this time? Go and join the Court of Theives?"

His eyes flashed Joren's way. "Not quite Joren of Stone Mountain. She is at the Dancing Dove, where she calls herself Wicked. The king has given permission for people to go visit and try to have her remember. He also told me to warn you-she hasn't forgotten the ways of war."

He dismissed them, and Keladry was all they could talk about. Joren could hear snatches of conversations while going up towards his room.

"-Amnesia? How?"

"-Heard-fever-delerius-"

"Wicked? What kind of a name is th-"

"Wicked doesn't sound anything like Keladry-"

"I can't believe she flipped you Cleon. And she has amnesia and all!"

Joren caught the last snatch, turning to look at the group of boys that formed the study group. Cleon pushed Merric roughly, who pushed him back. Stumbling, he ran into Joren.

"Sorry about that Joren... uh..."

He sneered. "Get lost Kennen, or I'll punch your lights out."

About to continue on his way, he stopped. "She flipped you Kennen? Always knew you were pathetic... flipped by a girl with amnesia..." Smirking, he continued along, silent.

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Cleon stared after Joren, his mouth working but no sound coming out. Finally he managed to yell at his retreating back.

"I'd like to see you do better Stone Mountain!"

Joren continued on as though he didn't hear him, but seethed inside. Cleon clenched his fists, cursing softly at his back, before the other boys could pull him away.

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Wicked slammed her hand into the pillow, tired of being questioned and met by all the palace boys. Who did they think they were, coming in and talking to her without her permission? A voice broke into her thoughts.

"Punching your pillow? What did it ever do to you? I'm sure it didn't hit your face."

Without thinking, she threw the pillow at the voice, turning to see who it was, and saw Jason there. A small ice blue colored shield appeared before the pillow, where it hit and slid to the ground. He grinned.

"Oh dear. I've been attacked by a pillow, and I don't know what to do. Hmm..."

She grinned back at him, hazel eyes laughing. He entered the room, shutting the door and leaning against it, his hair out of his eyes for once. She turned to look at something across the room, and he felt a strange compelling.

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(A/N: Due to popular demand... *sniggers uncontrollably before calming again* Anyway, Here's Finster!)

Finster concentrated on the picture in his crystal, his gray gift flowing around it, as he pushed more of his power into it, eyes watching.

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Jason struggled inside himself, but felt his struggles crushed down by something that flickered gray in his mind's eye. Without his meaning to, his feet moved, bringing himself closer to her. At a short distance, his arm stretched out, connecting with her shoulder and turning her. Looking into her eyes, he lost himself in their dreamy depth, falling into them. Leaning forward, while screaming and throwing a fit inside himself, he kissed her, no emotion, no feeling in it.

When she didn't push him away or slap him, he drew back for a moment, then kissed her again, more passionently, over and over, a gray cloud over his mind that kept him from realizing what he was doing.

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Wicked fell into the kisses, overcome with joy, till she could only return them, her mind spinning. Briefly she was aware of his hands holding her to him, keeping her up. Something flickered in his eyes, but she didn't notice it, giddy. Suddenly she snapped back to herself when she felt his hands fumbling with the laces of her garments, and pushed him away, eyes blazing.

She slapped him across both cheeks, gasping for breath.

"No! Maybe I-lost myself there, but it was a mistake! Go away!" Her voice cracked slightly on the last syllable. He sighed and left the room, receiving a sneer from the boy with blond hair across the hall, who moved to the door when he left.

"Having trouble?"

She glared at him, the hidden dagger in her hand. "Who are you and what do you want. I'm in no mood to be fought."

He smirked. "I heard you were having trouble with all the pages. They have no idea how to make someone remember stuff."

She glared at him. "Your another page, arn't you. Enough with the gods- cursed pages already! Why won't they just leave me alone!?!"

A thin smile played across his face.

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Finster cursed, calling his magic back in, muttering about the stupidity of the girl and the boy, and thinking about what he could do to change it...

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A/N: Right, this chapter done! As always, REVIEW IF U WANT MORE! Thank you... *bows and backs away*