Nightmares
Disclaimer: I would like to thank our guest disclaimer writer for this chapter, Roween!
Helaas is het niets van mij! Was dat wel het geval geweest dan had ik nu Robert Jordan geheten en hier al heel veel geld mee verdiend.
Thank you Roween!
A/N: Hello all! Another chapter, especially for you all! Anyway, I have finally posted this, after getting around to editing and posting my new story! It's called Forbidden Lives. Check it out.
So here's your chapter!
Lan:
He felt her shift from his grasp, but he didn't hold her back, keeping his eyes closed. He felt her move, and tug on the sheets. Eventually she settled down, and he opened his eyes.
She lay with the sheets pulled around her, with her head at the bottom of the bed, reading over some papers. He moved out of the covers, and crawled over to where she was. He brushed her hair aside, and gently kissed her neck.
"Morning," he murmured. Nynaeve turned her head to face him.
"Good morning."
She returned to her papers, and he settled himself down next to her, his arms tightly around her. His eyes drifted down to the papers. There were more of the nonsensical words and numbers that he had seen in Tar Valon before.
"Nynaeve?" She looked up at him.
"Why are you here? With Rien and that girl?"
Nynaeve turned over onto her back, looking up at him. She sighed softly.
"It's…complicated."
"I can take it," he replied, kissing her gently.
She shut her eyes, composing her thoughts. When she opened them, they seemed worried.
"Kalara, like any other country, needs certain information at certain times," she began slowly.
"And, often we need to receive this information without alienating certain allies whom are important to the country's future and economy."
"Is this the official disclaimer?" Lan queried, looking amused.
Nynaeve glared. "I'm telling you, aren't I? Anyway. In order for us to obtain this information, we sometimes have to resort to…intelligence gathering."
Lan blinked. "Spying?"
She winced. "Spying sounds so harsh. Intelligence gathering is what we call it."
"We?"
"Ah. Yes, well I was coming to that. There is a place in Kalara. Its name is in the Old Tongue, so I wont bother with its official name, but the trainees there call it the Heart of Kalara."
"Trainees?"
Nynaeve gave him an icy look. "Maybe if you stopped interrupting me, you'd find out a lot quicker."
Lan smiled and kissed her. "I'm listening."
"These trainees are…well, trained. They are the future intelligence gatherers. Or spies," she reluctantly added.
"They start at the age of eleven or twelve, and go through eight, year long levels. At the end of that, they become full…intelligence gatherers."
"So how does this tie in with you being here?" Lan asked. Then he paused as several things clicked into place in his mind. "You?" he demanded. "You are a spy?"
Nynaeve sighed. "Intelligence gatherer."
"That's not the argument!" Lan's emotions, usually so well concealed, were now well above boiling point.
"This is why I didn't tell you!" Nynaeve yelled back. "I knew you would react like this!"
"But you're a SPY! Do you have any idea how dangerous tha-"
He was cut off by Nynaeve's incredulous shriek. "YOU'RE UPSET BECAUSE IT IS DANGEROUS?" she screeched. "UNBELIEVABLE!"
She leapt off the bed; pulling on the dress she had worn the previous day.
"What are you doing?" Lan asked tiredly, temper diffused.
"Leaving," she said shortly, yanking her hair back and tying it with a ribbon. She pulled her shoes on and opened the door.
"What?" Lan stepped in frount of her, holding the door shut.
"If you have some ridiculous delusion," she hissed at him, "that I am not perfectly capable of TAKING CARE OF MYSELF! Then I am not talking to you until you rid yourself of the notion, al'Lan Mandragoran!" She pushed the door firmly, and stalked out of the room, Lan staring out at her in disbelief.
Rien passed the doorway, and looked at Lan.
"You again. What was that about?"
Lan looked at Rien, and scowled. Rien backed away carefully. Lan sighed, and repeated his actions of the other day. He slammed the door in Rien's face.
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Lan hurried through the streets. She had to be here somewhere. He turned a corner sharply, and caught sight of the very woman he had been looking for. Tightly ensconced in the arms of a large man. Lan's eye twitched.
Nynaeve broke free of the embrace, and gave the man a light kiss. He smiled at her, caressed her hair lovingly, and they went their separate ways.
Mwa ha ha! Evil, evil me! I thought it needed some conflict…
