A/N: Someone revied and said they were confused because I said it was an AJ FanFic. It is a little bit of an AJ, AG, TJ, and TJ(jack). Sorry for the confusion. I hope this helps:)

Abiona Marchand

She was the most beautiful baby Thayet had ever seen and she was hers. Somehow she couldn't believe it was hers. Soft, very thin blond curls topped her head and her eyes were a bright blue (just like her fathers). Thayet didn't know what to name her, but she would figure out what her name would be when she got back to Corus; if she got back. She kept worrying and wondering how and when she would ever get back, of course, she could always just ask Olesia if she could leave. Somehow, though, something told her to stay and wait. Some kind of force that she couldn't refuse. What was it?

"Olesia, what do you think Jack will say when he sees her?" She asked timidly. Jack was gone working; he had something to work out in Naxen, and he wouldn't be back for a week or two. If he knew the baby was born, he'd rush home as fast as he could, but there was no way she was going to tell him. She liked the time away from him.

"Well, he thinks the baby is his, right?" When Thayet nodded, she continued. "He'll be thrilled."

"I'm not that anxious to see him. I'd rather be in Corus." She walked over to help Olesia cut vegetable for soup, which is what she had been doing for a while, and Thayet decided that she might need help.

"Well then why don't you go?" Olesia looked at what Thayet had come over to do. "Go sit down, you need to rest."

"But-"

"No, I can manage. You just had a baby. Go sit." Thayet obeyed her friend, and played with a tassle on her dress. It was a dress Olesia had let her borrow; a beautiful dress the color of wheat in the autumn with golden embroidery and red trim on it. Almost royal enough for a queen. "Now, what is keeping you from leaving, huh? If it's me, you won't have to worry; I can take care of myself."

"No, it's like there's some kind of invisible force telling me not to go. Some kind of magic and it says for me to stay for a couple more weeks."

"Magic? I don't like the sound of that..." Olesia hated magic. She had the Gift, but refused to let herself learn what to do with it. She wanted nothing to do with the troublesome stuff, and that's what she told herself.

"Me neither." Thayet didn't mind magic; her husband had the Gift, but this was completely different. Stronger, almost. It was like the Gods warning her that if she left, something would go terribly wrong.

"That's exactly what he told me. He followed her home that day, and she's livin' in a cottage-like building in Port Caynn." George told Jonathan happily. He had done his job, as always, and brought back just what the king wanted to hear.

"What's going on in here?" Alanna came barging in the doorway and looked like she had just come from a battle or something.

"What have you been doing? You look like you ran in here while war goes on outside." Jon said jokingly. He was finally back to his own self. Alanna wondered why.

"What are you so happy about?" She asked.

"Your fiancé here has given me great news! They know where Thayet is. We can go bring her home. Of course, I hope she wants to come home, or it'll all be a waste of time..." Jonathan suddenly lost his glow and a look of pure discouragement crossed his face.

"Jon, of course she wants to come home! She loves you. I'm sure she'll be overjoyed to see you." Alanna cheered him up with a pat on the back and a reassurring grin.

"Of course, lad. She loves ye. Just wait and see what ye feel like." George encouraged him.

"Are you sure?" Hope sprouted on the kings face.

"Yes."

"Positive."

"Well then, we leave in a weeks time!"