Whoo, Lots of reviews! Made my night it has. I'm on activities week, so this chapter covers a couple days worth of writing. I finished the HBP, very good I must say, I recommend it. Ok, chapter 8 was a decent length wasn't it? I'll try to make them longer if I can, but its quality not quantity, eh? I suppose that's just an excuse, but a good one none-the-less.

Yay! Chapter 10, thanks to everyone who's supported me this far, I hope I live up to your expectations. I'm so glad I've reached this milestone; it's a big step for me! In this chapter, welcome a certain green eyed meathead…(He does have green eyes doesn't he? He does now anyways.)

Disclaimer is as always, mainly consisting of me glaring at Tamora with envious eyes. Thanks to Animalwriter1 for ideas, if I dn't use them in this chapter, I might later on.

On top of cloud 9- Well, I suppose I could make some happier scenes…I am introducing a couple old favourite characters soon…(Or doing more on them, maybe a couple of D/N scenes…what do you think?

Piglet12345- More witty one liners to come, don't fret. I'm glad you haven't assumed she dies, as I think a little healing is in order, lets have a happy change from all the death shall we?

x17SkmBdrchiczxx- Fortunately for you, I'm going to think about letting her live. For now.

AnimalWriter1- The email was…O I haven't got a clue. I have a memory like a goldfish. Truly. I think well…hm. I need to re-read your story to confirm ideas and come up with more, but Numair getting sick would be good, of Daine tries to find out what happened t Ewin, so gets Numair to check him out magically see if he can 'sense' who did it to him, finds out what happened, but Numair becomes sic that way. That'd be interesting. Up to you though.

Kings Lioness- I sure hope Kel wouldn't do that. But maybe she would…Lets hope shes being possessed shall we?

Chapter Ten: Interogations

Recap: Alanna's eyes were closed, her blooded body unmoving, "Lass…wake up, they're here…help is here…Alanna…don't do this to me…You promised you'd stay with me, never leave my side. Don't break that promise, not now, not ever."

(DOM POV)

Dom watched as the knights roughly knocked the impostor out. He had known something was wrong, in the back of his mind, he'd felt something was off- he just hadn't placed Kel at the centre of it. If only he had been more observant, maybe he would have spotted the signs of trouble earlier, and saved his friends. First Buri, then Raoul, and now Alanna- no one could have survived that drop, could they? He'd be sure to check in the infirmary, after he'd talked with 'Kel'. Why had he been so naive? He'd believed everything she'd said, hung on her every word because his heart had told him too. He wouldn't make that mistake again, it would only cost more lives. He'd fallen for her tricks hook, line and sinker- but he wasn't the only one. Lots of other people had talked to her, and hadn't noticed anything- he wasn't to blame for this. But he was one of her closest friends, he should have noticed something strange, it's what he had spent years training to do, spotting things that other people just pass by. He'd failed everyone he loved, he'd failed Tortall.

He wandered down the corridor, following the jostling knights. He spotted a body on a stretcher, heading towards Duke Baird's chambers. Could it be Alanna, could she have survived the fall? He ran towards it, passing Kel- he'd catch up with her in the cells below the castle to have their talk.

"Alanna?" The closer he became, the less he hoped it was Alanna. In any other circumstances this would have been unusual, but he really prayed that this wasn't her- that she wasn't punctured on a wooden stake. They should have removed that from them by now shouldn't they? Unless it had pierced something where pulling it out would kill her…

"George, is that you?" He had never seen George cry before, he was normally optimistic about everything, annoyingly so sometimes. It wasn't looking great.

(George POV)

The Queen's riders and the green eyed healer had come just in time, another minute and she would have been gone for good- but looking at her now, it may have been better for her if she had died; she wouldn't be suffering like she was now. She was clutching onto her last strings of consciousness knowing fully that if she fell asleep- she wouldn't wake up again. When they had come to their rescue, he had doubted the youth's abilities. Now, George was a very trusting man even though he was quick to judge. The first impressions he received were usually right, therefore he was rarely wrong about people. Of course it did help to have the sight. He could sense power in him, and experience beyond his years. This must be the well established Duke Baird's son, a close friend to Kel, and Alanna's squire- he'd heard a lot about him, although never really met him.

(A/N Neal's about 21 say, and doesn't look experienced, Kels about 18 is it? Owell, about those ages, and George hasn't met Neal yet, or only once o twice quickly.)

He was soon taken aback by the talent of Neal, of course he'd heard of how good he was, but he waits to see before he believes. Although there wasn't much he could do to save Alanna, he'd tried his best, and was able to move her onto a stretcher with a minimal amount of pain and get her this far. He'd requested the help of his much admired father for this healing; he'd never tried to pull a wooden pole out of anyone before, especially not his old knight master and champion of Tortall. Too much pressure was on this Lad's shoulders, if he could remove the pole and she lived he could be praised beyond his dreams, but if she died, he'd feel responsible. It was hard choice to make, but he'd felt he'd made the right one.

"There must be something I can do to help, I can't just sit here watching my wife's life in your hands."

"We'll put you to some use, a talented man like you shouldn't go to waste when the more hands available the more chance we have of saving Alanna. I'm sure we could get you heating water or something…" His smile was quickly wiped off when he realised the enormity of the task ahead of him.

"Open that door for us please, George." George would usually feel uncomfortable leaving his love in the hands of a lad of his age, but felt he would do his best to save her.

"George you shouldn't trust my dear cousin here with your wife- I wouldn't trust him with my sandwich…" Dom, who had just rushed down the corridor to meet them, would obviously disagree though.

"Dom, I don't have time for your Meathead jokes, I have a patient here who needs help, so if you wouldn't mind…" He indicated that Dom should move, or face an angry healer.

"Calling you meathead never even crossed my mind, ok it did once or twice." His laughing tone died, and was replaced by a deadly serious one. "I want you to know though, that whatever happens in there, you are a great healer, and that'll you'll try your hardest. George, your wife couldn't be in more trustworthy hands." And with that He ran off in the direction of the cells.