It's Late; RabidTortise
Disclaimer: I do not own Wheel of time or any Wheel of time merchandise. Both of those belong to Robert Jordan and TOR. But if I did own it I would be rich! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. And I would know what would happen next! I wouldn't have to guess. So anyway, here's my version of what will happen. Enjoy!
BTW: I wish I could get this up faster for you, but I've been a bit preoccupied with high school. Truth be told............I'm just a freshman. But you may thank Shaiel for this update, short though it is. For mailing me, and asking me to update, which I might not have done for about another month. I've been overwhelmed. High school sucks. And since I have once again been motivated... I shall have chapter 6 up for you ASAP! Now Read on.
"It's too big!" grumbled Tuon from behind the bush where she was trying on Mat's shirt. Mat chuckled at this; he was the one who would be walking around without a shirt, not her. Of course she was the one without any other clothes at all. But still. "Well" he grinned slyly "If you want to walk around naked, be my guest." "I should hit you for that comment." "But but ...... I'm wounded. You wouldn't hit a wounded man would you?" "Try me." She answered playfully emerging from behind the hedge. "What are you staring at?"
"Nothing" Mat answered too quickly, jerking his eyes from Tuons pearly white legs. This was going to be one difficult journey. "Nothing at all. Lets get moving again, shall we?"
As they headed off north again, Mat just couldn't keep his eyes on the road. They kept wandering down ward and slightly to his left. 'Damn it all, why does she have to have such beautiful legs?' Not that he minded, not at all. But he just couldn't focus. Well he could, just not on the road!
"We past this bush twice already." Tuon snapped exasperatedly, "You've somehow managed to get us lost haven't you?" "We're n.not lost. J.j.just t.tacking a short cut. Damn.n.n Its " Mat replied while shivering like mad. "What do you mean, its cold? I'm sweating...so are you! Are you alright?" Tuon asked in concern. She then reached up, before Mat could answer and felt his forehead. "Your burning up!" she exclaimed while jerking her hand back, almost as if she were in pain.
"That arrow must have been poisoned, you're on fire. Lie down." She commanded in a strong, but worried tone." How c.can I be on f...f...fire? Its so.o.ooo. Cold?" Asked Mat, not even thinking strait anymore. "I'm f.f.ine anyw.way. Just a chill.l.l!" But Tuon just wouldn't believe that it was as simple as a cold. "No you're not fine. You have a fever and your obviously not thinking strait. Or walking strait." She finished as Mat fell to his knees clutching his head. Tuon was at his side in a second "No! Not that. Please not again. Not aga.i.n." Was all he said before he slumped forward, unconscious.
"Mat! No Mat wake up. I don't know what to do." A now panicked Tuon cried, while gently shaking he fallen comrade. Her only response was for Mat to roll over, crying out at some demon in his mind. Tuon was scared. No, she was terrified. She had been raised above such things as taking care of wounded and sickly. Tuon knew nothing about medicinal herbs and techniques. But she couldn't just do nothing for the man she had come to care for, and maybe even love... "Love? I can't be in love! My kingdom needs me! My people need me! .......... But right now, Mat needs me!" The now determined princess finished. If she couldn't heal Mat, she could at least make him comfortable. So she set about doing just that.
After a few minutes of struggling with him, Tuon managed to get his cloak off the now hot Mat. She had just left to fetch water from a stream not twenty feet away, when a deafening scream was heard from the clearing where she had left Mat. Tuon jumped up in panic, dropping the water, and raced back to the clearing as quickly as her legs could carry her, only to find Mat, and Mat alone, Thrashing about on the ground screaming "NO! DON'T YOU DARE! DON'T YOU DARE TAKE HER YOU BASTARDS! DON'T YOU DARE!"
"Mat! Mat stop" Tuon screamed, running toward him. "Mat. Calm down. Its okay." When Mat heard her voice he visibly relaxed. But was still obviously terrified, so Tuon ran to him and embrace him. As he felt Tuons arms encircle him, his own arms moved of there own accord, and slipped around her, pulling her body close to his. After he held her for a while, Mat started to calm down, and soon his fever broke. But he still wouldn't let go of Tuon, whom was still beat red in the cheeks. Soon Mat slipped into sleep once again, but this time it was a peaceful sleep. And Mat still didn't seem to want to let go of Tuon.
"He seemed so worried" she whispered gently, brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes with a delicate hand. Mat groaned in his sleep and turned his head toward her. "Why did you calm down when you heard me?" She asked the sleeping man. Only... he didn't look like a man in his sleep. He looked so innocent, just like a child. Hard to believe that this man was capable of killing. Even in self-defense, Tuon did not think that she would be able to go to that extreme. Not that she had ever told anyone that. For the throne would have been held from her and prophecies never fulfilled.
Too bad Mat wasn't going to be moving anytime soon. Her hand was falling asleep. As if by thought. Mat rolled over right there, pulling Tuon with him. Looked like Tuon was sleeping here tonight. Not that there was anything wrong with that. "Nothing wrong with that at all" Tuon yawned before burying her head in Mats chest and falling into a deep and peaceful slumber. Unbeknownst to either of them though, both the companions had face-splitting grins on their faces the whole night through.
And that was how Mat awoke the next day, With the women of his dreams(quite literally) in his arms and feeling incredibly weak." Huh wha..."He mumbled, not remembering anything of the previous night. (A/N Sounds cheesy huh) His movement had caused the women in his arms to wake up and look down at him in shock. "How are you feeling today?" she asked after a few minutes of stunned silence, while sliding out of Mats grip. "What do you mean?" Mat asked warily, noticing that Tuon was still wearing his shirt. "What happened" He asked almost afraid of what the answer would be. So Tuon told him and his face became steadily redder as he had the fortune, or misfortune, to remember his fever dream (at that moment), of the past night. He couldn't look her in the face for days.
Finally. It took me days to think up this plot development, and weeks to write it. I don't know why, but I just couldn't think strait. Once again, thank you Shaiel for inspiring me to continue I will have the next chappie up soon as I can. No more messing around for me! R&R PLZ!