A/N: Sorry I'm later then usual forgive my slowness. I had slight writers block and didn't know where the plot was going. I think I've figured it out though. *Smiles* yay for me. More at the bottom.

WARNING: Language is strong…(swearing)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. But I am borrowing Joren and the rest for now. Thanx muchly to TP for her wonderful characters.

"I thought you said you'd let us out soon." Joren stated crossing his chained arms over his chest. "I did" Siren nodded to emphasize her agreement. "That was yesterday, when the hell are you gonna let us out of here?" he added angrily. Kel spoke up, "I hate to admit it but Joren has a point". "As I said before, as soon as I finish this story, I swear" Siren smiled to herself, *sigh * hope this takes awhile.

If Secrets Could Kill…Ch.4

He saw her once he entered the room, the psychotic red head, Gods have mercy, not even I deserve this.

The servants placed him in a set next to The lump. Oh goodie, now I get to sit next to Kel.. I mean the Lump…really great… his mind wondered as talking slowed.

He thought back to their first meeting.

Joren sat on an old fallen log. He was camped in a clearing, just off the road. Sir Paxton of Nond had sent him on a trip to Port Caynn to pick up some package he had ordered from the City of the Gods.

Joren had just got the fire started, and sat now poking the fire with a stick in hopes of making the fire grow. His pale blue eyes were trained on the fire, content to just stare without emotion.

Joren was about to poke the fire again when it flared up. The flames reached over his head, a moment of shock showed on his pale face. When he realized that he was gawking, he quickly put on his expressionless mask.

Out of the shadows walked a young red haired woman. She wore a white shirt with long sleeves, the sleeves where very wide but ended in a tight wrap at her wrist. It reminded him of a shirt a pirate might ware. Her legs where clad with brown tights, and she wore knee high boots of a darker brown. Hung across one shoulder was a brown bag; it's contents unknown. And at her waist there was a sword, its hilt was toped with a royal blue stone held in place by four fine silver claws.

Joren jumped to his feet, his sword out and ready. " Who the hell are you?" his anger showed in his words, he did not like being snuck up on.

The women snickered, " ah, Joren, don't like people supriseing you?" Joren sneered. He had a feeling she wasn't going to answer his question.

"Why?" she sounded like he really had the answer. "Why what?" Joren sounded venomous. " You have those dreams for a reason you know. Look Joren, we can do this the easy way or the hard way but one way or the other you have to admit, Kel IS a good knight." Her voice hinted at laughter.

" Your Frigging nuts if you think that for one moment I would EVER think Kel is a good knight," he practically yelled at her. She didn't even flinch. "Whether or not you accept it, we both know it's true. We both know you don't hate her, not completely any way. Just admit to thinking her a good knight and neither of us will ever have to speak of this again." Joren stared at her; his face displayed only slight annoyance.

"Who are you?" he repeated his first question. "Me?" she looked at him while pointing to herself. "I don't see any one else around" he added sarcastically. She sighed, "I'm Siren, someone and yet no one. Human and yet not." She added a laugh and gave a bow. " Right now all I care about is getting you to admit to thinking Kel is a good knight."

He snorted, "likely chance of that happening."

She smiled, " as I said, there's the hard way and the easy way, but at the end of either choice YOU WILL admit it."

For a moment Joren was considering what the hard way actually was. He only feared that it might include that sword that hung at her waist. Something told him she knew how to use it. Kinda ironic considering he didn't think women should fight.

"There's no way I will admit it, so go harass some one else." He stood tall.

She sighed again, just as a voice floated through the trees. "Siren are you trying to scare the poor lad? As if you haven't already given him nightmares." the voice dripped with sarcasm, it was male and deep.

* So that's why I'm having frigging nightmares of Kel kicking the crap out of me, should have figured. * Joren Scowled as A man walked through the tree's, "sorry to spoil your conversation, but I think it's time for you to leave Siren, before you kick the crap out of the Kid." The man was smiling, Siren yawned, "whatever, but trust that you will have to make the decision in the future and I rather you do it soon so I don't have to kill you." She sounded too sincere for Joren's tastes.

Siren growled at the man as he turned her around, she muttered something about being treated as a kid and then they were both gone, As quickly as they came.

He turned back to his fire to see it had returned to a normal height. * What was that about, frigging nuts, she must have been. *

He came out of his thoughts to notice that every one had turned to face him. He looked up to see everyone looking at him. "What?" he looked around trying to figure out what was going on then the redhead spoke. " Joren, you're finally back, mind if I kick the crap out of you now." There was a flame in her eye's, literally Joren watched them change colour from a sky blue to a rageing red.

The blond women moved to fire eye's side. "Siren sit. Be a good sister and stop trying to violently maim people, this is the third time today." Siren looked up at her sister, as she noticed worried glances in her directions.

She held up your hands, "hey, she's exaggerating, there was only one and that was Cori, so it doesn't count."

Joren sat back in his chair, he lived only to be stuck with a crazy girl who was trying to kill him.

She looked at him. "Why, Joren? It's not like I asked you to bow down or anything just accept it. We both know what you really think and feel even if YOU won't admit it. Gods.Cant you just accept it. Both our lives would be made so much easier. Argh" she sighed and fell back in her chair.

Kel was curious as to what he was suppose to accept, "what exactly is he suppose to accept?" her question filled him with panic curse you Kel, why does it matter? Oh gods no. Don't tell them.. don't tell HER. Joren looked up to face a smirking Siren, " it's not for me to tell…although I should." Again she glared at Joren. "But I must respect his heart and wait for him to…" she trailed of and then more aggressively stated. "Dam well admit it Joren. Gods I'm really starting to hate you"

Joren looked at her, he knew he should admit it two, but he wasn't gonna do it, no way, never. The door had been left open, and at her last word a black cat strolled through trailed by an older looking man. " Ah Siren, call the gods enough and eventually they answer," the shiny black cat jumped up on the table and strutted over to look at him, he notice the errie purple colour of it's eye's. Oh my god, they look just like Alanna's.

Alanna had been to intent on the conversation, but the odd black cat brought a tear to her eye, a reminder of her long gone friend faithful. The cat suddenly turned in her direction, stretching it stood and moved to sit in front of Alanna. "Hello Alanna, how I've missed your constant yelling," he looked at Siren, " you two should get along just fine," Siren glared at him while Alanna asked, "Faithful?" the cat curtly replied. "Do you know any other cat's with purple eye's?" with that Alanna grabbed him up into a big hug.

Kel sat thinking things could not possibly get any weirder. She was staring at the odd black cat; Faithful, Alanna had called it. When the older man who had come through the door said in a amused voice, "ah, Siren…you really should give up on this. You know we only want you to be happy."

Siren looked at the man, anger showing in the color of her eyes. Where once there was sky blue the now stood flame orange.

Kel looked at her eye's thinking, her eyes change color as often as her moods. Strange, I've never seen anything like it. Her thoughts were interrupted when Siren finally decided to answer back. "For my happiness, hah. All your thinking about is how a knight as queen will reflect on the country. You and mother always thought that a queen should be a lady, act like a prissy snob. That I should treat the servants like servants. I still don't believe a word of it and never will. Even if you win this bet I will not believe it. I am a knight, the second best in Non-Avaloo, I will never forget what I've learned and even if I have to give up my sword I will never stop fighting." With that said, she sighed, as if getting a big weight off her shoulders.

Kel's curiosity got the better of her, turning to the man she asked, "excuse me sir, but who are you?" at that the man gave a short laugh.

His short cut dark hair looked perfect over his smooth face, his strait nose was the prominent feature. "I, am Porter." He said it as if they should understand.

Cori had sat quiet but now, seeing the confusion on their faces he decided he should say something, " He is the god Porter, in our realm that makes him like your mythros. In fact I believe the two are brothers." Pausing he said, "oh and he's Siren and Phoenix's father." Then he grinned, a grin that to Kel looked almost evil like a grin Joren would give me.

The whole thing didn't hit her till a few seconds later; when Kel too shared the awe struck look shown on most the people in the room.

A God, was her only repetitive thought?

"Gods Cori did you have to add that." Siren winced, trying to think of a way out. " Ok let me explain." She sat forward and turned so she was facing everyone. " It was just this year I grew tired of the constant battle I fought with my parents. Although they had allowed me to become a knight they didn't want me to carry my sword with me as a princess. That's when I finally decided to end it all. My uncle or mythros as you know him said that we could make a bet and both me and my parents agreed. The bet was that if I could get a full on conservative to agree that a female could be a knight I was free to wear my sword. But if I couldn't I had to put away my sword and only have it out when I was away at war. I agreed thinking that it would be easy and over quickly, I do have other business to attend to. Of course I never thought there were such stubborn people like Joren here. Go figure mythros got to pick the person and so he, to my great anguish, choose Joren. Lucky me. So here I am now still trying, the only problem is I only have a month till the dead line, so basically this was kinda a last ditch effort because I have other more important things to deal with. If human lives weren't in danger I probably wouldn't care." With all that out she sighed heavily.

Didn't she say Joren had to admit to something? That would mean he would have to actually think females could fight, yeah right were talking about Joren here, no way. Thought Kel, she stifled a yawn and looked at Siren, who quietly attached, "which would be just as hard as getting, Cori to admit it. Crap, I'm doomed"

A/N: well thanx for reading, please review (oh I fixed the anonymous review mess) well thanx for reviewing:

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Shivohnsongbreeze: Thanx! I hope ch4 satisfied you, the plot still has to thicken though. :) enjoy !

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