A/N: Hey guys, this is my first fic on THIS name, but I do have others ^_~ (not telling what they

are, but the fics are on the Tamora Pierce category and are kinda old)

This is a songfic 'bout Alanna and Jon, to the song 'Sick in her Skin' by The Get Up Kids(I'm

pretty sure only a few of you will recognize the band...they're emo/indie rock, teehee ^-^

Awesome band if ya luff emo...)

Sick in her Skin

Song by The Get Up Kids

Baby Delilah...

Sick in her skin

Out on the highway, livin' for nothing...

But him

The red-haired woman stared out the window, her violet eyes sparkling as she reminisced about

her past. Alanna of Trebond and Olau pulled herself up from the chair she had been sitting on,

and took a glance at her sleeping fiancé. He mumbled something in his sleep, and turned himself

over. Alanna tip-toed quietly out of the room, and shut the door softly.

The same old song

His absence, she defends

The lady knight sat in the gardens of the Palace, quietly thinking. An unseen tear glittered and

fell out of her eyes as she smiled in sad acceptance.

*Alanna squeezed his hand. "Thank you for taking care of me, Jon."

He reached over to brush a strand away from her face. Suddenly, his was very close. Alanna

discovered she was afraid to breathe. Carefully, almost timidly, Jonathan kissed her mouth.*

Alanna's body now shook with wet, choked sobs. Why did Jon have to be such a self-centered

idiot?

On and on and on forever, she says...

"He should still be here..."

She knew she wanted him still; oh, she needed him. But that was impossible. Jon was engaged to

Thayet, who would be a proper Queen. The blue-eyed king didn't need a hot-tempered wife who

wouldn't be there all the time. Still...

Hooks in her heart

Escape if you can

Clear out the room and open a window,

I'll fly in.

...she wanted him so bad. He wouldn't get out of her mind, haunting her with every waking

second that passed. Things...just didn't work out. She was engaged to George, Jon to Thayet. It

wouldn't be right to think these thoughts.

Blood on the table

She made up her mind

All of the talks we had were nothing

But I tried

Suddenly, Alanna heard a noise. Her purple eyes darted over to the shadow, and her hand flew to

her dagger's hilt, ready to grip it just in case. Once she saw who it was, however, she bowed her

head and looked away.

"Hi, Jon."

It's overwhelming them

His absence she defends

On and on and on forever, she says....

"Alanna..." Jon paused, as if unsure what to say. Alanna chanced a look at him, then wished she

hadn't. He looked beautiful in the moonlight; his hair had a weird bluish sheen to it, and his eyes

sparkled with the same light.

"Please, Alanna...stop crying," he whispered, sitting next to her and taking her gently into his

arms. However, the lady knight pulled away.

"No..." she whispered, trying with all her strength to ignore his begging eyes. "I-I'm sorry

Jon...but..."

...It's all over now....

"...we can't...it's not right...you have Thayet, and I have George. Please don't make this so

difficult on me!" she begged, new tears springing into her eyes.

...it's all over now...

Jon nodded, but pressed on. "Alanna, just know this. I will always love you, no matter what.

Thayet, I love her too, but I definitely love you more. And I'll always hold that place in my heart

for you, even if we can't be together."

...it's all over now...

Alanna nodded, and he hugged her tight. When she looked up at him; blue meeting violet, he

pressed his lips to hers gently, one last time.

...it's all over now...

"Goodbye, my sweet Champion..." Jon whispered as she got up and walked away from him, from

his love.

On and on and on forever, she says...

"He should still be here..."