Nightmares

A/N: Mwa ha. I have returned. Okay, so neela actually hit very close to home in one of her reviews, but Nynaeve isn't quite James Bond in disguise (something tells me Lan might be a little disappointed. ). But it is very close…. So read on!

Disclaimer: Es ist nicht grube. German! Yay for Google translator!

Nynaeve:

She stalked through the corridors, angry beyond measure. Bloody flaming Aes Sedai. It took her nearly bumping into Angelmar before she decided that looking where she was going might not be such a bad idea. She sighed.

"Are you alright?" Angelmar asked, worried. She would have to be nice to him; after all, he had kept quiet about her. He had recognised her that first day before the Eye of the World, and had not said a word. She had to be grateful for that.

"I have a lot on my mind is all." She said curtly. Well she never said that her idea of gratefulness was the same as everyone else's. Angelmar smiled.

"The Aes Sedai?" He ventured. She stiffened.

"Yes." Forget gratefulness, he was mocking her!

"Ah. Have a nice day, then." He walked off, and she continued on, cursing more and more with every step. Suddenly a hand graded her arm, and she jerked to a stop. She whirled around to confront the person. Moiraine.

"What do you want?" She snapped, angrily.

"I am to show you and Egwene to the Amyrlin." Moiraine replied.

"Fine." She responded shortly. This was unbelievable. The bloody woman could not even let her fume in peace! Moiraine led Nynaeve down a long passageway, and towards a large, ornate doorway. Egwene stood nervously in front of it already. Moiraine wordlessly nodded to Egwene, and they entered the room.

Lan stood inside the door silently, watching them walk. They approached the gilded chair on which the Amyrlin sat. Nynaeve mentally reviewed the file on her. Suin Sanche, Tarian, was of the Blue Ajah. The Amyrlin watched them as they filed in.

"Mother." Moiraine curtsied deeply. Egwene hastily followed suit, her curtsy clumsy and unpractised. The Amyrlin turned to Nynaeve. She suddenly felt the urge to surprise them. Oh they think I'm just a simple country Wisdom, do they? She silently thanked the Baroness Maevina for her lessons on being a lady.

Nynaeve swept down in a deep curtsy, filled with the incredible grace that comes only with years of practice. It was possible more graceful than Moiraine's. She resisted the urge to smirk as she rose back up. The Amyrlin gave her a startled look, and Nynaeve could see Moiraine's surprise too. The Aes Sedai hastily resumed their serene expressions, but Egwene continued gawking.

"Nynaeve al'Meara, correct?" The Amyrlin asked, in a tone that clearly stated that even if she was not, she did not expect to be corrected.

"That is correct." Nynaeve replied, face as expressionless and calm as the Aes Sedai. Two can play at that game.

"You were the Wisdom of Edmonds Field before? Your first experience with the One Power was when you wove a fireball?"

"Yes." Nynaeve agreed.

"If you don't mind me asking; usually women channel for the first time in very extreme circumstances. Was there any immediate danger when you channelled?" Nynaeve straightened. She would not talk about this. She chose her words carefully.

"There are many forms of danger, and many different causes for the danger. We react in different ways." She could give oblique answers just as well as they could. The Amyrlin watched her carefully, obviously phrasing her next question as carefully as Nynaeve had her answer.

"And is there any history of channelling in your family? We have found that channelling is more often than not, genetic." Another question she did not want to answer. This one, however, was unavoidable. It called for an all-out lie.

"I wouldn't know," she replied. "My mother died when I was very young, and I was raised by my father."

"Ah." The Amyrlin turned her attention to Egwene, and Nynaeve relaxed. She did a customary sweep of the room. Her eyes fell on the Amyrlin's Warder. She quickly looked him over, and then moved on.

The meeting with the Amyrlin tool a few minutes longer, and then she dismissed them. Nynaeve made her way to her rooms, feeling more than somewhat aggravated.

Suddenly an arm grabbed her around the waist, and a hand covered her mouth to stop her from making a noise. She stiffened and prepared to fight off whoever it was. A voice hissed in her ear,

"Ashes, Nynaeve, can't you stay still?" She relaxed as happiness flowed through her. She would recognise that voice anywhere. Corby!

He dragged her back into the shadows, and she twisted around to face him and threw her arms happily around his neck.

"Oh Corby! I have missed you so much!" He smiled gently, and then moved her away to study her. His eyes moved over her, and she had known him for long enough to tell that he was checking for any wounds.

"I'm fine!" She said, impatiently, "What are you doing here?" He scowled at her.

"Maybe if wouldn't wait five months between letters I would feel a little less worried."

"You could blow my cover!" He snorted.

"I know you, Nynaeve. You can lie better than most people can tell the truth. Even if someone did see me, you could make up a story that would not only convince them that it was perfectly normal, but also have me invited for tea." She swiped playfully at him.

"Dreadful man," she said with mock disapproval. He smiled again, and sent a punch towards her stomach. He had been teaching her fighting skills before she had even started her training, and they would often randomly strike out at each other, testing themselves. She easily blocked his punch, and they began fighting, being sure to keep quiet so that they weren't found.

Corby managed to get a hold of her with her back to him, so that they were in the same position as when he first grabbed her. She was struggling to get free, when Lan, Rand, Mat, Uno, and Perrin walked past, and happened to look their way.

Lan, Uno, and Rand had their swords drawn in a second, and Perrin pulled his axe loose, while Mat brandished a dagger, all five men thinking, understandably, that Corby was attacking her. Corby released her quickly, and drew his sword. He was, after all, pledged to protect her against any danger, and a group of armed men certainly qualified as danger. Of course, him arming himself just made the others more certain that he was a potential threat. Nynaeve groaned. This was not going to end well. Corby moved in front of her to block her from the other men. Which they interpreted as claiming her a hostage.

"Let go of her!" Rand demanded. Corby stayed where he was.

"He said," Lan grated, "Let. Go. Of. Her." Corby remained in place. They advanced. Corby followed suit. Nynaeve decided that this might be a good time to intervene.

"Stop that this instant!" She demanded. Corby gave her a hesitated, but the others ignored her. That infuriated her. Suddenly Lan launched into attack, and Corby fought back. Oh Light.

"I said stop!" She yelled this time, and it certainly got the desired results. Both men froze and looked at her. So Lan could not obey an order? She would show him. She ran to Corby's side.

"Oh Corby! Are you hurt? Oh please tell me you're not hurt!" Lan gave them a cold look as she fussed over Corby. Rand blinked, confused.

"What…? Do you know him?"

"Of course! What did you think you were doing? You cant just go round attacking people!"

"But he was attacking you!" Lan cut in.

"No he wasn't!"

"Well then what was he doing?" Lan demanded.

"It's a long story." She replied. "But you could have hurt him!" She reached out to tenderly touch Corby's cheek. The flicker in Lan's eyes was all the reward she would ever need.

"Come, Corby!" She declared, and swept off dramatically. Corby followed obediently. As they walked he leaned in and whispered to her.

"What was that all about?"

"What was that, Corby dear?"

"The attention you were paying me. You've never been particularly concerned with my well being before."

"Corby!"

"Well?"

"Alright. I was putting it on."

"You really do like acting, don't you?"

"I'm a spy, Corby. What do you expect?"

Yay! The big secret is out! Well, okay. One of the big secrets. But I've let you know one, at least. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!