The Continuation to it! YAY I had SOOO Much fuin writing this!

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pink squishy llama- I know Jon did change after WWRLAM! It's kind of freaky. I'm not crazy about GEorge, however I like to add him in to rub it in sometimes. I like to spice things up when I have time! Thanks for being so...prompt in responses, it makes me so happy :)

charlie and lola- Thanks , I love to write A/J fanfic, I use it as my break so I just start to write. I keep on feeling like I'm not writing enough :(...but thanks! Reading a lot gets me dizzy too...that's why I try not to read the chapters after I'm done them...SO EXCUSE THE SPELLING ERRORS!

ZIPPIYGIRL- Wow, Thank you! I'm really happy that you like it! Um...my brain is broken and I'm hungry so that's all I'll add for now!

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WARNING- SOME CONTENT OF THE STORY MAY BE OFFENSIVE. IT'S NOT MUCH, BUT SOME MAY BE OFFENDED FROM SLIGHT MENTIONS. IF SO, THE NEXT CHAPTER IS COMING SOON! PLUS THERE'S SOME LANGUAGE! (SORRY)

Alanna slowly stretched.

"Are you ready for this?" Jon massaged her shoulders.

"I have my sword and my fists, I've been trained in the arts of weapons, formal and legal training…and some illegal training. I can take him whatever he gives me. It's my honor we're putting on the line." She smiled.

Raoul stood at the side, "I don't like it."

"What?"

"He deserves much more than a light whack of a sword…"

"Raoul, I promise you that if I don't beat him, you can have your way with him and beat him to a pulp."

She paused and decided something, "Even if I do beat him, you can beat him to a pulp, and then we'll turn him into the Lord Provost…"

Gary coughed.

"What?"

"I already told the Lord Provost, but he only grinned and told me to let you get the fight out of your system."

Alanna shrugged.

"I'm ready for this now…"

Duane of Malven came in with a bunch a cronies, some of the lesser sided people. They were definitely not part of George's bunch, but they weren't the higher class.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the thieves and pigs of the middle class…" Alanna announced to the group, trying to insult Duane. She saw Duane's eye bulge and immediately knew this tactic would work.

She continued her stretches thinking of Ralon of Malven and their fight. She remembered he had a quick temper, she would try to use that to her advantage. Duane had many similar traits with his brother, a build that was tall, his legs were slim but his arms were broad. He seemed to take offence to anything about Malven being a class lower than they should be, Alanna could use this.

"I wouldn't be too quick with that pretty mouth of yer's whore. However quick your mouth was, it was talented too."

"Are you sure you're not confusing me with your mother?" Alanna retorted.

"My brother warned me of you Trebond, you'll be easy pickings as far as I'm concerned." Duane sneered.

"Draw your sword Malven, let's see if your swordplay is as rotten as your mouth."

"You're the judge on how I can handle me weapons…" He leered.

Alanna drew her sword, saluted to him and then fell into her stance.

He saluted as well (grudgingly) to her and then came into a stance. He was quick she could tell, but hardly trained. His weapon was shaky and his hold was weak.

"You know the rules?"

He nodded, sneering.

"My Lady, if you know the rules, so do I…"

"Then I will not go easy on you…"

He lunged in, she sidestepped easily, he was sloppy. She then circled around him, ready to pounce.

Malven tried to test her by saying things, about how good she was in the sack, how her prince should know that she was really a dirty whore in the body of a knight, how she no longer had her virtue in tact.

Alanna smirked, finally she saw his arm shift ever so slightly opening him up. She lunged, with such force that she knocked him backwards. She hit him with the but of her sword, and then spun it so gracefully that it cut a straight line down his shirt.

"If you love your 'weapon' so much you should yield…"

He did, his sword was knocked away.

As soon as she sheathed her sword, he lunged at her, knocking her sword from her hands.

She laughed "I knew you wished to fight dirty Malven."

Slowly she took in a breath, once again circling her opponent. He lunged for her arm and she tripped him as he fell, she broke his nose. He pulled out a dagger cutting a line down her thigh. Alanna kicked his arm with her good leg, sending it flying, but also getting a gash along her calf to her ankle.

He swung wildly like his brother, but Alanna anticipated most of his attacks. She ducked his punch and hit him in the gut knocking the wind out of him. She hit lower, and then knocked his feet from him breaking his leg and knocking him to the ground. She took her dagger from her belt and pressed it to his throat.

"I am a knight Malven, although you claim to be a man, you hardly act like one. You can consider yourself to be lucky I didn't kill you for attacking me after you clearly yielded. However, it would be a pity to kill you because I want you to suffer after what you did, I want women in the street to look at you and realize who you are, Duane of Malven the one who takes advantage of women, who uses petty things of drugs to take women. I did not want you Malven, and to me you don't even exist." To emphasize her point, she kicked him over with her boot.

"You are a whore woman, and I did not even touch you, for after you were in my bed, your gift protected you…Anyone who tried to touch you got a scar!" He lifted his unbroken arm to show a purplish bruise on his fingers. "You must be stupid as well as a slut."

"Malven, I really don't care about those comments, but my friends here take these insults personally for some reason. As I have clearly beaten you, I will let my friends have their way with you." With that she limped from the stadium, leaving a trail of blood.

Raoul was rolling up his sleeves, when Alanna stopped him.

"None of you will touch him."

Raoul pouted, "Why?"

"He didn't touch me, I thrashed him soundly, and if any of you beat him you'd be fighting my battles. If any of you try to beat him, I will take it as hard as any of the insults that he said to me…" She looked at Gary, then Jon.

"I'm restrained to my books…" Gary raised his right hand.

"I will not hurt him…" Jon mumbled, followed by Raoul.

"Good, but Raoul watch him please…"

Jon put her arm around her shoulder, and led her to a bench. Her pressed cool fingers to her forehead and let some of his Gift drift into her.

"Jon, can you take me back to my room…?" She looked like a lost child.

"Of course Alanna." Jon picked her up, and walked with her.

"He cut me…" She said evenly.

"I think I managed to clot the cuts…"

"Thanks Jon…I didn't want to dirty the floors." she rested her head on his shoulder, tired. He chuckled slightly and let her rest.

"We will talk when you're rested."

She nodded, reveling in his scent. A clean scent that smelled like fresh laundry.

When she opened her eyes, she had been bathed and put to bed.

Jon was sitting at the foot of her bed.

"Why didn't you kill him?"

Alanna sighed, sitting up slightly. Her throat was dry, and she reached for a cup a water beside her. Jon leapt to his feet and helped her hold the glass.

"I'm not him Jon…I don't kill unless he's trying to kill me…" she rasped.

"He was trying to kill you."

"It was for the wrong reasons, I thought he raped me Jon, but he didn't. The Goddess saved me, and so I knocked him around and now I have my revenge for what he did to my pride."

He put his fingers to her face, then ran them through her hair, "You're a good person Alanna."

She smiled, "I am not, that's just you and Myles…"

"You'll realize it one day, meanwhile you have a bunch of people waiting for you.."

Jon went to the next room for a few moments.

About time you woke up. Her cat sighed.

"How long was I out for?"

About a day…give or take.

"Did you miss me?" She teased.

Her cat gave her a look that said he wasn't even going to dignify that with an answer.

"Fine, who's waiting for me?"

How should I know? The cat gave her another look and then commenced to cleaning itself.

"Alanna!" Thayet threw herself on the bed, obviously she had been worried.

"You lost so much blood! You were so white…" She babbled.

"It takes more than an idiotic, bigotted conservative to kill me." Alanna laughed.

"It's not funny, I need you for the wedding, and you will look beautiful…" Thayet almost commanded.

"Yes Ma'am!"

"You know how many times I've been debating which colours that don't clash with your hair…?"

"I'm touched Thayet!" Alanna smiled.

"She was really worried about the colours… I told her that you were fine, but apparently my word isn't good enough." Thom smirked.

"I glad to see that you still have your wit."

"Dear sister, I always have my wit." Thom gave a mock bow, to his audience.

Gary and Cythera visited briefly, Myles sent a note saying that he wouldn't be able to stand in a room filled with blubbering people, and would she visit him as soon as she was able. He added as a little note that he knew she wouldn't be injured that badly. Raoul and Buri sat there until it got late.

Eventually a soft knock came from the door. A hooded figure came in.

"Well lass, I heard you used some of me tricks…" George took off his hood.

"I may have…" She smiled.

George leaned in to kiss her, but she turned her head, looking pointedly at Jon. George got the point.

"So how was it?"

"The fight? Let's say that he isn't going to bother me for a while." Alanna smiled.

"I'll leave you two for a while…" Jon left the room.

"Great Mithros…he's courting ya!" George gasped.

"I am not courting Jon…"

"Although ye'wished ye were…don't deny it Lass, I know when the time is to back off." George looked at his feet.

"I don't know George, I'm still trying to sort everything out, with my life. Please, I don't need love to complicate things…" She almost begged.

"Alright lass, I'll be patient." With that George landed a small kiss on her cheek.

Jon came in after George left.

"Are you…?"

"I'm not seeing George, why does everyone think that?"

"What do you mean?"

"George thinks I'm seeing someone, you think I'm seeing George…I like you both, I mean we're friends. So what if I kept thinking of you when I came back, and this feeling…?" Alanna realized she'd gone too far, and had started to babble.

"I said too much didn't I?"

Jon was now sitting on her bed and he smiled.

"No you said exactly what you needed to." With that he gently kissed her on her lips.

"Goodnight Alanna." He whispered as he left the room, and left Alanna shaking.

How's that for A/J:D

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-MK