~Memories~

By Ola

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A/N~ some more arguing and bickering between Lan and Sindarin…=)

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Part 17~

It didn't get any better between the two. They avoided each other whenever they could, which wasn't easy, since they were partners. Sindarin kept sleeping outside, whether it was a clear night or not. But the worse were the nights of watch. They went by in the most complete silence, and seemed to go on forever.

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"You…you…you're gay!" an angry shout coming from a person surrounded by a circle of men.

Snort. "What?!" said the only other person in the circle.

"You heard me, I said you were gay!" why did I say that, of all the insults I could have thrown at him? No matter now. Go on, I humiliated you, made you sleep outside like a dog, I was mean to you…come on, tell them my secret. Tell them I'm a girl. So? What are you waiting for?! I know you want to tell them…

Lan was angry.

She was very angry. And she knew that Sindarin was too. She excepted him to blackmail her any second now. He simply had to. Who wouldn't, in his place? But she would never have anticipated what happened next.

"Of course I am. Need a proof?"

The tall youth brought both of his hands behind her neck and head. His lips connected with hers. Lan was too surprised to act, as her legs turned into jelly. When he let her go, he had an infuriating little smile on his face. He raised an eyebrow as if asking her opinion. He didn't have to wait long for an answer as her fist connected with his jaw. Someone cheered, someone else whistled. Lan walked away, not looking how Sindarin fared, but imagining very well what he must be feeling right about now.

She was angry. At him. At the world. And at herself.

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"Atchou!" When he opened his eyes from the sneeze, there was a hand, holding a little red box, right under his nose. He looked up and frowned at the one intruding on his misery.

"What's that?"

"Medication."

"I don't need any." And I don't want any. I prefer my body to feel as miserably as my heart does. "Atchou!!"

"Oh, reaaalllyy…" That wasn't a question. The box was thrust into his hand. He glared, but accepted it.

"Thanks."

"Don't take it to heart. It's in exchange for the anti-inflammatory stuff you gave me. I know you got a mark against you for asking for it. I don't like being in dept."

He didn't comment but popped one white pill into his mouth after peering at it suspiciously, and drank it down, then closed his eyes and laid back, hoping she would go away and leave him alone again. It didn't exactly have the wished for results. Now that she couldn't be caught in the act, Lanea closely looked at Sindarin's face. It was pale and drawn; dark circles surrounded his eyes. And he's telling me he's not sick! Pfua! She quickly became seriously worried as he again had to sit up, racked by a violent cough, but she kept a stony face, keeping her emotions hidden.

"You're still here?" he growled when he could talk again.

"And who are you to tell me where to be? I'll be where I want to, when I want to!"

He exhaled forcefully then laid back down again, this time with his back to her. That ended the discussion for the time being.

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A/N~ mmm, I'am wondering whether to continue with this part since the next one is a complete change of scene and would warrant a new chapter. Ok, I'll make a compromise. Since this one is so short, I'll post both together, as chapters in their own rights. How's that? =)

But you can still review both! =) =)

~Ola~