Nightmares
Disclaimer: Okay, it's official. I am too lazy to find a website to translate my disclaimer on. And so, it is with a heavy heart that I say:
Not mine.
A/N: I'm ba-ack! Well, I couldn't concentrate all day at school today because I had an idea for this chapter, and so I'm writing it down before I forget it! Which, knowing my shoddy memory, is very likely to happen. So here it is!
Nynaeve:
Nynaeve sat brushing her hair, while Rien yelled into her ear. She wasn't listening, though. She was working on a problem that had been troubling her for a while: Why had she been able to sleep the previous night without the nightmares coming back? Perhaps they were just getting fainter as time went on. She turned to look at Rien.
"Are you still talking?"
Rien scowled in frustration. "Why can't you just answer my..." He was cut short as the door was flung open. Nynaeve lunged for the knife on the table, and Rien's sword was out in a heartbeat. Nynaeve reluctantly released her knife when she saw who it was.
"It's all right, Rien. I know her." Rien gave her a doubtful look, but re-sheathed his sword.
"What exactly are you doing here, Nynaeve?" Moiraine demanded.
"You really don't learn from experience, do you? The last time you asked me a question that went along those lines, did I answer? And the time before? And the time before that?"
Moiraine scowled. "You'll answer this time."
Nynaeve smiled slightly. "I believe this is the part where I say 'make me'."
The two women glowered at each other across the room. Just then, Pela walked in.
"Mama? Is everything all right?"
Nynaeve beamed at the girl. "Of course, dear. The nice Aes Sedai and I were just talking. Moiraine blinked.
"That's not your daughter!"
Nynaeve shook her head with a great show of regret. "She is. There was a huge fire in our home in Andor four years back. I thought that they both had died. I was stricken with grief, and made my way to Emond's Field. A few months ago, in Falme, I found out that they had survived." Nynaeve smiled convincingly at Moiraine.
"But…what happened last night?" Oh dear. She had forgotten about the bond.
"Ah. A sad, sad turn of events," she said, thinking quickly. "Lan came last night. We spoke for a while, and I told him everything. Last I saw he was going to a…tavern!"
Moiraine frowned. That didn't seem like the kind of thing Lan would usually do, but if he had found out what she just had…it was possible.
"So, you only saw Lan for a while last night?"
Nynaeve nodded solemnly. Her face suddenly paled, as the door opened and Lan walked in. Oh Light.
"Lan!" She exclaimed. "I never really got the chance to apologise profusely about last night!"
Lan blinked at her. "Apologise profusely?" He asked slowly.
"Yes!" Nynaeve nodded exaggeratedly, and gave him a pointed look. "About how I only saw you for a while, and then you left, and I don't know where you went after that."
"Oh. That." Realisation dawned on him. "Yes, but it's all right. I'm fine now."
Moiraine studied them carefully. "So, you don't know anything about what he did after he left?"
Nynaeve nodded. "Not a thing," she said sincerely, lying through her teeth. Moiraine gave them one last suspicious glance, then left without another word. Lan followed quickly.
Nynaeve gave a sigh of relief, and slumped back down into her chair.
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Lan:
A few hours later, when Moiraine was happily back I the stone, Lan set out again. He went by route of the large forest outside of the stone. As he turned a corner, he came across a woman sitting on a log. She was small, and her long dark hair was pulled into a braid. Nynaeve. He watched her for a while, and then moved silently towards her. When he reached her, he stood for a time.
"Hello, beautiful," he murmured, slipping his arm around her waist, and pulling her towards him.
She shrieked, and spun around, punching him hard in the face. His eyes widened. The woman had long dark hair, and dark eyes, and bore a striking resemblance to Nynaeve, but it wasn't her.
"Light! I apologise, I thought you were someone else!"
"Evidently," the woman muttered.
"I really do apologise, you look very much like her."
The woman studied him carefully. "Right."
"I'll just be going now," he informed her, slowly backing away. She gave him a look that told him clearly that she thought him completely insane.
He took the long way to the inn; trying to get rid of the memory of what was possibly the most embarrassing thing he had ever done in his life.
When he finally arrived, he stopped outside the door, noting that Nynaeve seemed to be talking with someone inside, judging by the soft whispers. Eventually, he went in. Nynaeve stood across the room, talking to a woman. When she turned around, he saw exactly whom she was.
"Oh Light, Nynaeve! That's the crazy man who I saw in the woods!" She yelped, and dove behind Nynaeve.
Nynaeve looked amused. "Him, you say. Interesting." She seemed to be trying very hard not to smile.
"I thought she was you," Lan put in quickly.
"Really? Wow, Lan. I thought one al'Meara would have been plenty for you." There was a snort of laughter from behind Nynaeve, and the other woman peered out.
"I'm Nynaeve's cousin. Ula. A pleasure to meet you."
"Uh." Lan grunted. "I didn't mean…"
Nynaeve and Ula exchanged amused glances.
"Keep talking."
Pointless says you? Filler? Lazy, says I. Yeah, I know it's a cop out, but I just felt like it was really time to meet the family… :P. Anyway, I have decided to post my other WoT fic, but there are still a few kinks I need to iron out. So expect it in a week or so. Don't you really, really feel like reviewing now?
