a/n: don't own it, don't want to. I really hate Rand, but I think Elayne is
awesome (I know both those opinions run contrary to the popular ones, but
DAMN YOU ALL!) so this is my little fic in which Elayne gets together with
a guy who deserves her…
Of course, the little problem is that not even I, all-powerful author, know who this mystery guy is, so r/r with ideas of who he should be.
ps. Don't ask me why this is rated PG. I just hate things rated G. I don't know why. But this is rated PG for… um… language. Yeah, that's it, language! (Damn. Now I gotta put some swears in this thing, which might be difficult since there's relatively little dialogue.) 'Kay, now I that I've decided to put a swear or three in here, I feel I have to say that I know that our swears aren't their swears, but for the sake of rating this PG, Elayne and Mystery Guy will be 'damn'ing and 'hell'ing and 'shit'ing, etc. Even though they don't say anything. Damn! Now I gotta add dialogue!
Chapter One
What Dreams May Come
That strange, ethereal light beamed down form the vaulted ceiling, neither waxing nor waning, but somehow blazing a golden halo around the Lion Throne, isolated and proud on the dais.
The fluted columns stood on each side of her, solid and silent, seeming to crowd in on her, mindless soldiers of some implacable enemy. Behind them, she thought she saw a flicker of movement.
Another darting shadow caught her eye. She whirled, only to find herself facing those tall monolithic columns, and nothing more. Off to her left, something moved, but when she turned her eyes, there was, again, no one there.
Suddenly the shadow was standing in front of her – not a shadow at all, but a man. Her eyes widened slightly.
"What the hell are you doing here!?" She hissed. "You -" He touched a finger to her lips. She suppressed an urge to bite his finger, and instead stepped back. "Why are you here?"
He shrugged. "Just to see." Madness? No, he wasn't mad.
"See what?"
Again, he shrugged. "The grass. The birds and the bees. You." He slid his hands into his pockets, absently tapping one finger against his leg. "You really are very beautiful, you know." Unfazed by the glare she shot him, he sat down on the throne, throwing one leg over the arm and slouching back. He grinned.
"Get up! That's my throne!"
He pouted sarcastically. Then he smiled again. She couldn't help but notice that he had nice teeth. "It's not your throne yet, and it may never be." But he stood up, his eyes locking her in place.
"What do you mean?" Again, he shrugged. Muscles rippled beneath the thick cloth of his jacket. Then he laid a hand on her waist, drawing her closer to him. She latched her arms around his neck. It was insane, but she found that she liked him. More than liked him. He tangled a hand in her golden hair as she pressed her lips against his.
He barely had time to imagine them in a field before they tumbled to the grass.
a/n: Yeah, I know it's weird. So shut up. So who d'you think the Mystery Guy is? I know the whole little sentence about how he might be crazy sorta hints at the fact that he can channel, but not necessarily. Mat and Perrin and Galad and Gawyn and a hoard of others seem crazy from time to time. Of course, it's not Gawyn 'cause he's her brother, and chances are it's not Galad because she hates his guts (with good reason). It could even be a guy that she doesn't know and has just heard a description of or seen a picture of. It could even be Spot the Myrdraal Who Wears a Big Hat (though I doubt it). Could be a Forsaken, or a dead hero (after all, they live in TAR). Hell, don't even discard the Dark One himself! But who do _you_ think he is? REVIEW WITH YOUR VOTE AS TO WHO HE IS AND I'LL CONSIDER IT WHILE I'M WRITING THE NEXT CHAPTER.
Of course, the little problem is that not even I, all-powerful author, know who this mystery guy is, so r/r with ideas of who he should be.
ps. Don't ask me why this is rated PG. I just hate things rated G. I don't know why. But this is rated PG for… um… language. Yeah, that's it, language! (Damn. Now I gotta put some swears in this thing, which might be difficult since there's relatively little dialogue.) 'Kay, now I that I've decided to put a swear or three in here, I feel I have to say that I know that our swears aren't their swears, but for the sake of rating this PG, Elayne and Mystery Guy will be 'damn'ing and 'hell'ing and 'shit'ing, etc. Even though they don't say anything. Damn! Now I gotta add dialogue!
Chapter One
What Dreams May Come
That strange, ethereal light beamed down form the vaulted ceiling, neither waxing nor waning, but somehow blazing a golden halo around the Lion Throne, isolated and proud on the dais.
The fluted columns stood on each side of her, solid and silent, seeming to crowd in on her, mindless soldiers of some implacable enemy. Behind them, she thought she saw a flicker of movement.
Another darting shadow caught her eye. She whirled, only to find herself facing those tall monolithic columns, and nothing more. Off to her left, something moved, but when she turned her eyes, there was, again, no one there.
Suddenly the shadow was standing in front of her – not a shadow at all, but a man. Her eyes widened slightly.
"What the hell are you doing here!?" She hissed. "You -" He touched a finger to her lips. She suppressed an urge to bite his finger, and instead stepped back. "Why are you here?"
He shrugged. "Just to see." Madness? No, he wasn't mad.
"See what?"
Again, he shrugged. "The grass. The birds and the bees. You." He slid his hands into his pockets, absently tapping one finger against his leg. "You really are very beautiful, you know." Unfazed by the glare she shot him, he sat down on the throne, throwing one leg over the arm and slouching back. He grinned.
"Get up! That's my throne!"
He pouted sarcastically. Then he smiled again. She couldn't help but notice that he had nice teeth. "It's not your throne yet, and it may never be." But he stood up, his eyes locking her in place.
"What do you mean?" Again, he shrugged. Muscles rippled beneath the thick cloth of his jacket. Then he laid a hand on her waist, drawing her closer to him. She latched her arms around his neck. It was insane, but she found that she liked him. More than liked him. He tangled a hand in her golden hair as she pressed her lips against his.
He barely had time to imagine them in a field before they tumbled to the grass.
a/n: Yeah, I know it's weird. So shut up. So who d'you think the Mystery Guy is? I know the whole little sentence about how he might be crazy sorta hints at the fact that he can channel, but not necessarily. Mat and Perrin and Galad and Gawyn and a hoard of others seem crazy from time to time. Of course, it's not Gawyn 'cause he's her brother, and chances are it's not Galad because she hates his guts (with good reason). It could even be a guy that she doesn't know and has just heard a description of or seen a picture of. It could even be Spot the Myrdraal Who Wears a Big Hat (though I doubt it). Could be a Forsaken, or a dead hero (after all, they live in TAR). Hell, don't even discard the Dark One himself! But who do _you_ think he is? REVIEW WITH YOUR VOTE AS TO WHO HE IS AND I'LL CONSIDER IT WHILE I'M WRITING THE NEXT CHAPTER.