Note: Okay. I have to do this otherwise manicpony24 is going to kill Jon and leave him dead. So, as part of an agreement, I'll resurrect George, and she'll resurrect Jon. Okay? Good. On with the story! Oh, and I'm useless at doing commoner accents, so excuse them.

Chapter 24

Alanna stood, her mouth wide-open, hands at her sides. She was unmoving, in total shock. After a minute of two, she reached out in front of her and touched the figure. Her hand rested on his shoulder, and she jumped back, shocked. So he was real! It really was George! George watched her with his eyebrows raised, laughing silently. After a moment, Alanna glared at him. Uh oh, he thought, this is NOT a good sign!

"What are you laughing at?" she demanded, jabbing him hard in the chest.

"Ouch! Nothin'!" he squeaked.

"Is that the truth?" she asked. George nodded quickly, and Alanna turned around. Unfortunately for him, she heard his sigh of relief and spun round, poking him as hard as she could.

"OUCH!" he exclaimed, rubbing his shoulder. Alanna turned around again to leave, when she realised that it was George. The George that was DEAD. Buried.

"Wait a second…where'd you come from?" Alanna screeched. George winced at her loud and shrill voice, resisting the urge to cover his ears. She raised a finger in a poking stance and George stepped backwards, cowering into a corner.

"Urm, some friends, um…" he glanced at her still raised finger and shuddered, "Helped me out a bit, and um, kind of…well, resurrected me."

"Really?" Alanna asked, her eyebrows raising skywards. George nodded and backed further into his corner. She lowered her finger and he stood up and walked over to her. She hugged him and jabbed him again.

"Hey, what was that for?" he asked, frowning.

"Nothing. I just like poking you!" she replied, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

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Alanna, Jon and George were walking in the gardens. It was a reasonably warm day, with a light breeze. Jon was telling them a particularly rubbish joke, and finally finished. Alanna smiled sweetly at her husband.

"Jon?" she asked.

"Yes, my dearest?"

"I thought I told you to stop calling me that!" she hissed, glaring at him.

"You did. But the expression on your face is so worth it, my dear…" Jon replied, smiling innocently. Alanna lunged at him, and knocked him to the floor.

"Okay, I'm sorry!" he gasped. Alanna stood up and walked off, muttering to herself, her face bright red.

"Aren't you going to help me up?" he asked. As she turned round, he pretended to try and get up, and threw himself back onto the floor, pretending to groan from the effort. Alanna rolled her eyes at him. She walked over to him, grabbed his hand, and pulled him up.

"What do you say for knocking me over and half killing me?" he asked her, smiling evilly, a glint in his eyes.

"Um, how about go away? And anyway, I barely touched you!" she replied. "Men!"

"Nope, that wasn't the answer I was looking for. Try again!" Jon said happily. Alanna omitted a low growl, and mumbled something.

"What was that?" he asked her, leaning his head slightly to one side.

"Sorry." She whispered.

"Still didn't get that."

"I'M SORRY!" she yelled, walking quickly back over to the highly amused George. Jon ran over to catch up with them. He tried to take Alanna's hand, but she snatched it away. He pouted at her and whimpered, and she sighed.

"Naughty Jon. Timeout for you," she scolded, sticking her tongue out at him.

"But 'Lanna…" he protested. He sniffed and whimpered again.

"Fine!" she said, shoving her hand into his. "Happy now?"

"Yes," he replied, smiling.

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About an hour later, the three of them were still walking, when George saw a glint of light bounce off something silver at the top of a tower. He whirled around, making them bang into each other and collapse into a heap.

"Ouch! Was that necessary?" Alanna demanded, standing up and brushing off her clothes.

"Yes! Now get dow-" he began, but had no time to finish as an arrow whizzed in the king's direction.

"Duck!" he shouted.

"Where? Oooh, I love ducks!" the king said, looking around eagerly.

"Not the type with wings, you dolt! The type that means GET DOWN!" Alanna shouted.

"Oh. I thought so. There aren't ever any ducks around here anymore…" he said mournfully, looking as though he was about to cry. Alanna growled in frustration and grabbed his wrist, pulling him down as George dived in front of them. The arrow hit him, and by the time they got up he was dead.

"He's…he's dead!" Alanna whispered. George gurgled.

"Gurgle," he said.

"No he isn't." Jon told her. Alanna sighed and jumped on his foot. Jon yelped.

"Hello, I'm about to die here!" George reminded them.

"Oh yeah," Alanna said, and began crying. George gurgled and his eyes turned glassy and lifeless.

"Now he's dead!" she told Jon, sticking out her tongue. Then she started crying again.

"Wow he dies a lot!" Jon thought out loud. Alanna kicked his leg.

"Ouch!" he shouted, and began hopping around, screeching.

"Ouchy ouchy ouch! Ouchy ouchy oooch!" he screeched. Alanna rolled her eyes at him and this time howled and cried. Jon finally recovered enough to carry Alanna back to the palace, howling and poking him.

"Great, this means we have to find a way to re-bury him. And pay all the expenses again…" Alanna grumbled.

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Okay, sorry. This chapter is really strange I know. But right now I am in a good mood. And I'm totally hyper. And I'm listening to Sugababes and Usher, and they make me hyper. Especially yeah by Usher, which I'm listening to. Poor you! R&r please! I love reading reviews!