Disclaimer: Not mine. Tammy's and all that such.
Summary: A little George and Aly ficlet.
A/N: I haven't forgotten George Cooper Beginnings, this is just something I wanted to write. Go, read.
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Spy Lessons
George of Pirate's Swoop carefully studied the pile of objects on his desk. Papers, quills, books, coins, ribbons- all the small, usually unnoticeable items he could find in his workroom were there. He reached out and shifted a piece of knotted thread a few inches to the right. Leaning backwards, he viewed the entire table again with a critical eye.
"Perfect," he muttered under his breath. Lifting a key from his pocket, he made his way over to the locked door. Alianne would have trouble with this one.
The lock clicked, and the door swung open. A small girl of nine looked up at him. Her hazel eyes, greener than his, were bright with anticipation. "Are you ready now, Da?"
George chuckled. "Have at it, lass." He was proud she hadn't succumbed to the temptation to pick the lock. As he watched his daughter run across the room, he realized she didn't do it because he told her not to, but because it would have ruined the game for her.
Lately, George had been teaching Aly a new game, one different from all the others. He would let her into a room, and she would inspect a certain area. Then she would leave, and George would move all of the items around. At first he moved big things, like books and ink pots. Now he moved threads and feathers, adjusting them so they were so close to their original position, that if you didn't look close enough, you wouldn't be able to see a difference.
Aly was leaning over the table, her reddish-gold hair pulled back so it wouldn't disturb anything. She bit at her lower lip. "This one is the hardest yet," she commented.
"Of course. What sense would there be if it got easier?" he teased her. Secretly, he was intensely pleased with her- she was picking it up quicker than anyone he had seen before. Alan and Thom, bless their souls, weren't as quick-witted as their sister, nor did they have that special something. The something that had helped George become the King of the Thieves. Crookedness, perhaps, he mused to himself. He grinned as she moved the thread over an inch to the left and stepped back. Pursing her lips, she leaned over the table once more and pushed it again.
"There." She grinned up at him.
George walked over and set a hand on her shoulder. "Gods above, you got it already!"
"One more time?" she asked pleadingly.
George considered for half a moment before he nodded- this was quickly becoming one of his favorite games too. Ushering his daughter out the door, he locked it securely and turned back to the room. Thinking quickly, George reached up and pulled out a piece of his hair. Holding up the tiny brown strand, he smiled. "I can't wait for Aly to solve this one," he murmured, before hurrying to set up the table.
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A/N: I might write more of these George and Aly ficlets, but I don't know. Depends on things. Let me know what you guys think by REVIEWING. ;-)