NOTE: Reading over my third chapter I was appalled at myself, George and his dad sound like pirates!! Tehe. ANSWER REVIEW TIME: *crowd cheers* Northelle: Thanx so much for crossing over te he! I do love both Lord of the rings and TP, I'm sure you would as well. Rae: If your thinking Alan gave Alanna the dress, well that's not what I meant, I meant Myles. Thanx a lot for the review! Muslima: Hey, thanks for all the lovin' I also tend to skim stories, cept yours of course! Thanx a lot for being so loyal! Rach: Thanx a lot I'll work on it! Shadow Spirt: *blushes* Yeah my fic will end on a up note cause we all know that A+G eventually have kids :) Makes the sadness easier to bear! Thanx for reviewing! Ladyknight: thanks a lot *runs off in a cloak* I'm mysterious see...sad I know... K, anyway now that that's done on to the story! (PS If I forgot anyone I'm sorry e-mail me to let me know!) Also I'm warning you I'm really not to crazy about this chapter let me know what you think!

"Oh please Crooked God no." George whispered under his breath.
"Silent huh?" The man's eyes twinkled, "You always used to hide behind yer Ma's skirts." With the mention of his mother George's fear was suddenly abated, and he finally found his voice.
"If you go any where near her, Barret-"
"What will you do, son? Beat me at my own game again?" George's Father reached into his cloak and removed a dagger. The heart in George's breast quickened, he knew the dagger well. He knew every curve, the very pattern of fern on the ivory handle, the tiny dent on the very tip. It was an image he saw in his nightmares.
"I've done it before." George's usually calm hand shook while he found his own knife in his boot. Showing Barret that he was not unarmed.
"Aye, ye did, didn't ye. The thieves were fools were they not?" Barret chuckled to himself as if he was remembering happy times. "They actually thought you were fearless, then again I suppose that their minds were clouded. Your Sight helped that along." "I won the Rouge fairly, a concept that you seem to not understand." George said flatly, keeping his father's dagger in the corner of his hazel eyes.
"They understood well enough, George. When I came into the Dancing Dove they bowed and kissed my feet, I could smell their fear. Good times. If only my family life was just as harmonious." George growing frustrated got to the point. "Why in the name of Mithros are you here? If you want to know about the court it's fine, and you won't be claiming it for yerself again, I made sure my successor was more than capable."
"I'm glad to hear that. But sadly no I'm not here to look up old acquaintances." Barret raised his dagger close to his face and admiring its beauty.
"So many years ago your ma had this made for me. I don't suppose you would remember. It was when I first became Rouge. Sure she didn't encourage stealing and such being an ex-priestess, but she would always support me no matter what." George refused to blink watching the dagger with intensity, wondering if his father had come to finish the job he started years ago.
"What are you here for?" George repeated. Barret's nasty grin faded to a scowl.
"You've learned no patience. Is it a crime for a boys father to visit him from time to time? Especially when he's gotten married. You know George I was heart broken you didn't invite me to your wedding."
"I thought you were long gone. I hoped anyway." George clenched his hand around his knife. "Fine if yer going to act that way George. I'm not here for charity or your forgiveness." Barret then pointed his dagger at his son. "I'm here for a job. Kidnapping job. Pays good and I get revenge on my noble son, I had to take it."
George raised his own knife. "You'll have to kill me first." The intensity in his usually kind eyes were frightening; it was as if a part of George had been reawaken. Apart of him that had not been released since he fought the Claw.
"Oh no," Barret sighed under his breath. "I hope that you haven't lost your touch." With a shout he lunged toward his son. George jumped out of the way just in time to his left. He immediately settled into his fighting/crouching position, with his knife pointing at the man, which gave him life.
"Foolish!" Barret lunged again, George blocked and in turn attempted to cut his father's arm. But Barret was just as fast as his son. He spun away stuck out his foot tripping George. The Baron hit the stone floor, and rolled away as his father bent down to slice him. George reach his feet and thought quickly of calling for the guards. "No you idiot," He thought to himself, "This is between you and yer Da. No one else." George had barley anytime to respond to himself, his father kept coming.
They slashed back and forth at each other lunging and blocking repeatedly. It seemed that George had the upper hand until his father managed to counter a hit and disarm his son in the process. Barret expected his son to whimper and roll up into a ball like he did as a child. George would not give him that triumph, he raised his fists egging his father on.
"C'mon Barret! Cut me to shreds like you did all of the good thieves in your time." In anger Barret lunged, George stepped out of the way and punched him in the face. Barret faltered for a moment yet came back stronger.
"They were pitiful, all of them. Scholar especially the twit. Actually thought that you would be a better Rouge than me. I ruled with an iron fist and a cold heart. The true way of the Rouge." He rushed his son, George was fast but not enough, and the dagger ripped his flesh, relieving hot crimson blood. The Baron grabbed his side, trying to subside the pain.
"No, the Rouge is not about power and greed, it's about family and looking out for one another, when no one else will." George backed away from his father not frightened but knowing his energy was waning.
"Strange...sounds like a speech Scholar gave me. He filled your heads with fantasies, yer Ma too. When it comes down to it brat, you fight for yerself and only you. Survival you know. Love just gets in the way." Infuriated George rushed his father with his fists ready to swing. Barret howled with laughter as he hit his son, he flew down to the stone floor and was pinned down by the dagger he had feared forever.
"This time I won't let you get the best of me brat. Good-bye George, give my respects to the Crooked God!" Barret raised his dagger to kill his son. "No!" George called out, his heart screaming. He thought of so many things at once Alanna, the children they could have had, Jon, Thayet, Gary, Raoul, the people of the Swoop, and his mother. He was never going to see them again. "George!" His panic was shot short, He peered over to the voice to see his wife and Thayet. Alanna loosed an arrow, which hit George's father in the shoulder. George rolled away before Barret could fall, plunging the dagger into him. Barret growled, not from the arrow but from his son getting away. He crawled toward him one hand holding his wound. "Stop!" Thayet screamed letting loose her own arrow, which landed in the ex-Rouge's chest. Barret fell down for good and gazed up into George's eyes. Eyes that Barret had given him. "Havin' your women do the dirty work?" Then he passed out. Alanna rushed toward the Baron, her face was beat red from panic. Thayet stood away from the couple not sure what was going on. "He's me father." George said flatly with no emotion or feeling. Alanna's purple eyes gazed over the man in George's arms. He was her husband's father for sure. The resemblance was uncanny. "Thayet." Alanna broke the silence, "Go fetch Josua, tell him to meet myself and the Baron in our chambers." The Queen followed the order without a qualm and rushed to find George's captain of the guard. "It's so funny," Alanna remarked as she took her father-in-law up into her arms, "Who ever thought that I'd be ordering around the Queen?" Alanna waited for some type of response from George but she got only a passing glance. "Now's not the time," Alanna said to herself, "There's more here...there is a reason George has been hiding this all along. There must be. After all George's father almost tried to kill him!" Alanna walked through the Swoop carrying the older man with no problem. The servants passing by quickly got out of the Lioness's way, they were frightened by the urgency in her steps and the arrows in the man's chest. Miss Leavly opened the Baron's chambers for Alanna with her head bowed. Alanna laid Barret down onto the bed and plucked out the two arrows from his body. George followed his wife inside. Years later Miss Leavly told the cook that the Baron had a look of total pain and anguish, in his eyes. A look she had only seen in her nightmares. "The Lioness asked for me?" Josua asked out of breath. Miss Leavly simply pointed into the chambers and closed the doors behind the captain. Alanna was bent over a man, her eyes were closed, yet a light purple seemed to seep through her eyelids. Her calloused but tiny hands were covered in that same purple light. Alanna transferred her light onto Barret and healed his wounds from the arrows, she had prepared. The strong light in her hand slowly faded as she opened her eyes. Josua rushed to her side and helped her up. He was used to caring for her and her husband after they used a great amount of magic. "I'm fine Josua, it was easier than I thought." She brushed off his help with a smile. Alanna looked over to her husband. His eyes were sullen, his hand still grasping his side. She walked with some difficulty to the man she loved. She gently picked up his arm and healed his deeply gashed side. George looked down into his wife's eyes. She smiled weakly. "Come on George let's go sit in the library." George took his wife's arm and led her out of the room. They stopped at the doorway, Alanna called back to Josua. "Watch him. Just make sure he doesn't move." Josua bowed to the Lioness and closed the door as they left. George helped his wife walk as they moved through the halls. All of the servants were gone probably shooed away by Miss Leavly. The sounds of the festivities were still apparent. The minstrels were playing loader than ever still rejoicing the news of Thayet's pregnancy. George held his wife in one arm and opened the door to the library with another he then let his wife stumble to a red patterned chair. The Baron stood opposite of her behind a green chair that was usually his. Other than these two chairs the room was practically empty. Shelves were lined up all along the walls, but no books were on them. The Library was always the room that George put off when he was decorating the Swoop. Now the barren walls seemed to comfort George as he waited for his wife to speak. After a few moments she found her voice, "Love, I need to understand what's going on." Her voice echoed through the room. "It's a long story." Alanna gazed at the ground almost afraid to meet her husband's eyes. "I'm ready." She looked up and saw tears falling from George's eyes. "No lass your not."

POST NOTE: You've survived the chapter amazing! This was so hard to write so let me know how I did! I think this is one of my worst so don't be afraid to attack me! Don't worry if you didn't get exactly what's going on between George and his dad I'll explain in detail next chapter. Just to let you know Barret is George's father's name if you didn't catch it and Josua is actually a character from Wild Magic I threw in! You get a big stuffed animal if you caught that! So yes please review! Thanx a lot guys!