A/N SOOO SORRY HAVEN'T WRITTEN FOR SOOOOO LONG!!! School, yerghch, ya know
. . . well read lady knight, its SOO good!!! What happens to her is . . .
not what most ppl would expect, but datz ok. Enjoy story now!!!
The glaive whirled in an arc above her head, then struck to a stop at her feet. Kel stood up straight, panting after her strenuous glaive dance. Hoping to calm her flustered (A/N can I use it like that?) feelings, Kel had walked straight from the practice courts to her room and picked up her glaive to do the "Fight of the Tiger" pattern dance, the most difficult one she knew. Now, all she felt was tired. She sat slowly onto her bed, trying to sort out her thoughts. *Do I love him?* she asked herself silently *or is it just another phase of mine . . . ?* Sighing again, she straightened herself in front of the mirror and strode out of the room, her face like a calm lake (A/N btw, did I mention that I HATE the lakers??? Well, I do!!! DEATH TO SHAQ!!!).
"Um, my Lord? May I talk to you for a moment?" Kel stepped timidly into the room where the commander was sorting through documents on a cluttered desk. He cleared a corner of it and poured her a cup of cider.
When he saw that she was well settled on a chair across from him, he spoke. "What did you wish to speak to me for?" he asked kindly.
"Well, uh, I've been having a lot of time on my hands lately. So I was wondering . . . if you had something planned for me?" she asked nervously. It wasn't right for a soldier to ask her commander what to do.
"I have something planned for you, but I wanted you to rest a few weeks first. Now, it seems like you're well rested enough. I'll tell you tomorrow morning. Report here after breakfast.
"Yessir!" Kel replied, happy to know that she had something better to do than think about a certain /handsome/ young man.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Kel!!! Wait, Kel!!!" someone cried behind her.
Kel spinned around, and her happiness of a minute ago vanished. Dom was waving and yelling towards her, a big grin on his face.
"Kel, I'm sorry about what happened earlier," Dom said as evenly as he could without panting. "I forgot about your, I mean our statuses. It won't happen again, I swear . . . unless you want it to."
She looked deep into his blue eyes (A/N finally, read Lady Knight n got real factsies!!!), and sighed. "Apology accepted." She replied, trying not to blush from being so close to him.
"Unless you want it to," He said softly as a last paring remark before striding off, leaving her gaping at his back.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She picked at her food that evening, even though it was her favorite. Tender venison with wild greens. And lemon shortcake. With whipped cream. She was sitting by herself at a little table in the corner, as far away from both Cleon and Dom as she could get. She saw Neal stand up with his tray, talking to Seaver, Esmond, and Merric, who started to stand up, too. He walked towards her. *Should I tell him?* she wondered.
"Kel, what's the matter?" Neal asked bluntly.
"Um, nothing. Just feeling a little 'off' today." She replied evenly, not sure of what to do.
"Come on, we both know somethin''s up."
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The glaive whirled in an arc above her head, then struck to a stop at her feet. Kel stood up straight, panting after her strenuous glaive dance. Hoping to calm her flustered (A/N can I use it like that?) feelings, Kel had walked straight from the practice courts to her room and picked up her glaive to do the "Fight of the Tiger" pattern dance, the most difficult one she knew. Now, all she felt was tired. She sat slowly onto her bed, trying to sort out her thoughts. *Do I love him?* she asked herself silently *or is it just another phase of mine . . . ?* Sighing again, she straightened herself in front of the mirror and strode out of the room, her face like a calm lake (A/N btw, did I mention that I HATE the lakers??? Well, I do!!! DEATH TO SHAQ!!!).
"Um, my Lord? May I talk to you for a moment?" Kel stepped timidly into the room where the commander was sorting through documents on a cluttered desk. He cleared a corner of it and poured her a cup of cider.
When he saw that she was well settled on a chair across from him, he spoke. "What did you wish to speak to me for?" he asked kindly.
"Well, uh, I've been having a lot of time on my hands lately. So I was wondering . . . if you had something planned for me?" she asked nervously. It wasn't right for a soldier to ask her commander what to do.
"I have something planned for you, but I wanted you to rest a few weeks first. Now, it seems like you're well rested enough. I'll tell you tomorrow morning. Report here after breakfast.
"Yessir!" Kel replied, happy to know that she had something better to do than think about a certain /handsome/ young man.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Kel!!! Wait, Kel!!!" someone cried behind her.
Kel spinned around, and her happiness of a minute ago vanished. Dom was waving and yelling towards her, a big grin on his face.
"Kel, I'm sorry about what happened earlier," Dom said as evenly as he could without panting. "I forgot about your, I mean our statuses. It won't happen again, I swear . . . unless you want it to."
She looked deep into his blue eyes (A/N finally, read Lady Knight n got real factsies!!!), and sighed. "Apology accepted." She replied, trying not to blush from being so close to him.
"Unless you want it to," He said softly as a last paring remark before striding off, leaving her gaping at his back.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She picked at her food that evening, even though it was her favorite. Tender venison with wild greens. And lemon shortcake. With whipped cream. She was sitting by herself at a little table in the corner, as far away from both Cleon and Dom as she could get. She saw Neal stand up with his tray, talking to Seaver, Esmond, and Merric, who started to stand up, too. He walked towards her. *Should I tell him?* she wondered.
"Kel, what's the matter?" Neal asked bluntly.
"Um, nothing. Just feeling a little 'off' today." She replied evenly, not sure of what to do.
"Come on, we both know somethin''s up."
G2G NOW, ADD MORE LATER!!!