Disclaimers: I do not own the Wheel of Time series –I wish I did though ;o)– or the characters involved.
Author's Note: As I'm writing on the sequel "I Will Find You", I suddenly get the urge to read through my old story, "Nynaeve's Decision." It was then I realised, that it needed some rewriting. So here I am, posting the rewritten story about Nynaeve and the rest of the gang. Hope you'll enjoy this as many did the first one! ^_^
Summary: What would happen if Nynaeve discovered she was pregnant the day before the Last Battle? Will she fight or stay behind?
Rating: G (will be PG-13 later on)
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NYNAEVE'S DECISION
CHAPTER
ONE - The Morning Nausea
by
neela
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Nynaeve woke up with a start and a terrible nausea. It had been like that for the past few days, and she only hoped she would not get sick before the battle. So far, none of her herbs had been working, which fuelled her anger. Poor Lan, she always seemed to lash out on him. Suddenly she felt her stomach twist, and threw herself out of bed, grabbing a cloak lying nearby she ran outside. She had only taken three or four paces when she vomited near a dry tree. She felt terrible today, just as many other mornings. Light! This is getting out of hand. Maybe I should ask one of the Healers to check me when I go over there today.
The morning had not yet come, but the sky was slowly fading from dark blue to light yellow, and there was no one out save herself. She cursed as she threw up again. When it felt like she had emptied herself totally, she dried her mouth with her cloak, and walked back into the tent.
Inside, Lan lay fast asleep. He had been so tired the past week, that he had not noticed her early morning rituals. And Nynaeve had no intention of telling him. The last she needed was Lan to worry himself to death over her, and stop thinking about the future battle. She dropped the cloak on a chest standing by the tent wall and lay down in bed. The covers were already chilled on her side, and with a grin she rolled over to meet Lan's warm body. In his sleep he shuddered from the contact with cold skin and cradled her in his arms, but didn't wake, for which Nynaeve was grateful. She wasn't up for an interrogation at this time of the morning.
For more than an hour, Nynaeve just lay there in his embrace and studied her sleeping husband, admiring his looks. The streaks of grey at his temples and the slight wrinkles in the crooks of his eyes were the only sign that he was aging, but she found it very attractive. After a while she stroked his dark, shoulder long hair and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
"Good morning," she said as her husband beside her opened his blue eyes to meet hers, at first glazed with sleep, then clear as he recognized where he was.
Lan smiled as he said, "I could get used to waking up like this." She flashed him a grin as they leaned towards each other in a kiss. The tent was dimly lit up from the rising sun outside, and she could barely see the outline of the man, but that was enough for her to cradle further into his strong arms, seeking comfort.
Ever since the armies of the Dragon Reborn and the Freelanders had begun the march towards Shayol Ghul, Nynaeve found herself becoming more afraid every step her horse took. She knew all too well that in a few days time there would be a battle like she had never seen before, and the knowledge that it was quite possible that she or Lan -or both- would die, tore in her heart like knifes. I cannot live on without Lan, :)and he said he would die if I died.
Rand had asked her to join him at the front, and despite Lan's long protests, Nynaeve had agreed out of her childhood memories of Rand, and the oath she had given to protect Rand and the others when she left the Two Rivers after that fateful night so many years earlier. Wisdom duties, she claimed it to be, but that's not even half the truth. She cared for all the Emond's Fielders, just as she cared deeply for Lan now. Rand needed her, and so did Lan, but Lan knew her duty lay with Rand. He knew about her oath, she had told him long ago, and he respected her decision, even though it ripped his heart.
For a long time, Nynaeve just laid in Lan's arms, his gentle caresses soothing her. He knew she needed no words this time, only his presence. It was like he could sense her feelings, just like she sensed his, yet they weren't bonded. She found that odd, but didn't think much about it. In the end she forced herself out of bed, shivering as cold air met her bare skin. She dragged the nightdress over her head and dropped it to the ground before walking over to the washstand. Lan moved in the bed to watch her, his eyes following every move she took. When she gave it some thought, she no longer felt that it was embarrassing to stand naked in front of her husband anymore, and actually found the whole scene amusing.
"What are you smiling at?" Lan asked curiously while standing up from the bed and walking over to her. Nynaeve put down the cloth she had used to wash herself and let him put his arms around her small waist, He whispered in her ear, "well?"
"I was thinking of how much I love you." She kissed his cheek. "And how happy I am when I'm with you. But most of all that it's not embarrassing to be naked in front of you any more." It made him laugh, and Nynaeve turned in his arms and put her arms around his neck. She loved it when he laughed, because it was so rare. When they first met, he had been so stern and cold, never smiling, but now he could be soft, gentle and warm with her, smiling and laughing.
Lan still chuckled, as she got dressed. It his turn to wash. When Nynaeve finished, she walked around the tent, collecting some clothes lying around and putting them into the saddlebags. It was something war had taught her. Always leave your bags packed before a battle, and then you won't have to worry about packing if retreat became an option. Lan was already dressed when she finished making the bed; he fastened his sword belt with the sheathed long sword and looked up at her.
"I agreed with the Lord Dragon to eat in his tent today," he said. "He wanted to discuss strategy with me and the other generals." Lan had been asked to lead Rand's lifeguard, and since he knew it would be the closest place he could get to his wife, he had agreed. Nynaeve just nodded, she knew it hurt Lan that she would stand besides Rand and protect him together with other Aes Sedai and Asha'man while he fought the Dark One. Walking over to him, she stood on her toes and kissed him passionately on the lips.
"Don't worry about me, Lan, I have been in worse situations than protecting someone." She smiled at him, but his eyes were sad, so she kissed him again to drive away his sadness. It did not work, though, he gave a half-heartedly smile.
"Now, didn't you also have a meeting scheduled today, love?" She shut her eyes painfully, realisation dawning at her. Opening up, she saw her husband grinning at her. She hit him in the arm, anger fuelling her action.
"What are you still standing there for, al'Lan Mandrogoran? Don't you have a meeting to go to?" The anger was evident in her voice, but Lan just bowed gracefully, as he if he were a servant.
"Yes, milady." She went for him again, but he had disappeared out through the tent flap and her fist met empty air. She swore she could hear chuckling from outside, and strode out, eyes seeing red. He was nowhere in sight, just a servant scurrying by a few tents away. The camp was waking up.
That's one damned lucky man! He'll pay for this, I swear! This is his entire fault, ALL his! When I get hold of that-
Just then, her stomach twisted again, and she buckled over by the same tree she'd used this morning. When it seemed all the contents of her stomach were gone, she wiped her mouth and went inside to retrieve her cloak. She cast a quick glance at the mirror by the washstand, seeing the paleness in her face.
Light! What is wrong with me?
TO BE CONTINUED
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Author's Note: So what do you think about the rewritten chapter? Share your opinion and post a REVIEW! :)
Chapter two will come in a week or two.
