Summary: Jon didn't want page "Alan" for a squire.  Gary was in Corus at the time, and Raoul was too shy to ask, who becomes Alanna's knight master?  I know the name sucks, will get a better one later.

Squire "Alan" and Knight Master Alex

Disclaimer: I don't own nething but the plot itself.

A/N:  I know that giving Alanna a different knight master is not an original idea, but I have not yet seen any stories with alex as her knight master.  A/J, A/G, A/neone but A, please don't read and insult my fanfic, I haven't said anything bad about any of YOUR fanfics because of who alanna pairs up with.  If you don't like this being an A/A fanfic then just don't read it, I don't want people insulting my first Tamora Pierce fanfic.  I wrote this for A/A lovers like myself, not for ppl to insult.  I haven't got anything against other pairings besides A/A, apart from alanna cheating on her husband.  Constructive criticism and ideas for the plot are welcome; enjoy reading this fanfic, ppl. 

Prologue:

Alanna sighed as she looked at the rising sun, before turning to her prince and friend saying, "hey, Jon, I've been thinking."

Jonathan muttered softy, not daring to let her catch this phrase, "you can think?"  Before saying louder, this time for Alanna's benefit, "you have been thinking what, Ala-Alanna?"

Alanna sighed, "I am going to need your breeches."  She glared at Jon when he didn't reply and just opened and closed his mouth, "you look like a fish, Jon, close your mouth.  " (he did so, turning bright red too) "I need you to do this because people will notice I am a female when we ride back to Persopolis, a tunic only covers SO much.  Oh, and I also will need your knife." 

Now Jon was really staring, he barely managed to stammer, "er…..A-A-Al-Ala-Alanna, u-um, wh-wha-what's the kn-knife f-f-f-for?"

Alanna rolled her eyes, "to cut your tunic to strips so I can bind my….." Alanna found herself turning red and just gestured.  Jon got the point and just silently handed over the knife, but then he paused…..

"But Alanna, I need my breeches, what are we going to TELL people when you come riding in……in MY clothes?!"

Alanna paused at that, "erm…..you will just have to tell them that I am very modest and don't like showing off my body, so the Yandisar (A/N:  is that how you spell it?  It is summer break and I can't get to the school library, the only library for…..um…..I don't know how far……driving distance?  So I can't find out the correct spelling, someone tell me please!), to scare me in an attempt to force me to submit, removed of them."

Jon grumbled some curses under his breath before turning red and handing over what Alanna had asked for.  Then Jon said, as she was changing, "I was going to ask you to be my squire…..but…..I am sorry, Alanna, I really can't bring myself to take a female in, for all that she is s very good fighter and my best friend."

Alanna didn't know what to say, his words had stung a pride long buried, before she had fought of the evil inhabits of the Black City she had started to feel differently about herself.  She was no longer that modest, meek girl who was afraid of other's opinion, she had the Trebond pride and she was furious, "I know what you are too scared to say, your Highness," spitting out the word highness like it was poison, knowing that it would make him feel even more sheepish than before, "you are afraid of insulting me be cause I have influence with my brother and you know that he will be future Lord Trebond, but at the same time you are afraid that people will not think highly of a king who supports a female.  Well you can't have it both ways, Jonathan of Conte, you will either apologize for that slight, or I will never forgive you for what you said, you backboneless coward, you have no honor."

Jon paled visibly, and finally, against all of the rules of honor ever taught to him, "My lady, I sincerely apologize to the slight given to you, and, to placate you, I beg you to allow me to take the blame for this foolish idea of mine to go to the Black City."

Alanna glared at him before accepting his offer, and the two still-good-friends-but-not-as-close-as-before rode off together into the sunrise, Alanna clothed in Jon's clothe and Jon blushing at his half nudity despite the amount of flesh the cloak covered.