Nightmares

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A/N: Yeah, yeah. I know I should update faster. Bother.

Nynaeve:

Nynaeve opened her eyes to the sight of several angry faces bearing down on her.

"Great. You guys really know how to wake a girl up." She sat up, wincing. She may have gone a bit overboard last night. Well, in her defence, she was angry, upset, and…well…more angry. Her head felt like a troop of dancers were doing some sort of jig in it.

"Nynaeve! Where have you been? Do you have any idea how worried we've been about you? And then Moiraine goes and tells us that you've been here, and shows us where you're staying, and there's a ten year old girl in the front room? What under the Light have you been doing?" Rand bellowed.

Nynaeve buried her head in her hands as it began to throb.

"Quietly," she whispered. Rand frowned at her.

"Why? What's wrong?" he asked, slightly softer than before.

"Head…throbbing…pain…ow…"

Mat narrowed his eyes. "Have you been drinking!"

"No, Mat, my head just started pulsating on its own, because it thought it would be a nice idea!" Nynaeve snapped, and then flinched at the pain.

"But…but you're Nynaeve! You just don't do that!"

Nynaeve gave an irritated growl. "Write it down, won't you? I've got things to do," she sat up, and pulled a pouch of herbs out of her belt pouch, "and places to go." She swallowed the herbs. She felt a pang of guilt at leaving them like this, but it was necessary. Some time between killing her partner and getting horribly drunk last night, she had formed her conclusions.

Yes, she cared for them (especially one in particular), but that was all the more reason to leave. She had first hand experience as to what could happen if people got mixed up with her family, and the last people she wanted hurt, were the ones standing right in front of her. It would be hard to leave them, but if it would spare their lives, it was worth it.

She gave them a sad look.

"I love you all so much. I really do." Her voice was soft as she spoke. No! She could not allow herself to get attached to them like this. "I have to go."

She turned to leave. Egwene's hand shot out stopping her.

"You can't go!" She exclaimed. Nynaeve's eyes were sad as she nodded.

"Yes. Yes I must." She gave them one last look as she left the room. Perrin lunged forward to stop her, but Lan grabbed his arm to hold him back.

"Not now, sheepherder."

Lan:

Perrin gave him a disbelieving look. "You're just going to let her leave? You're going to let her walk out of our lives!"

"I'm sure she has her reasons," Lan's voice was impassive, but inside he ached more than he could ever put into words.

"WHAT REASONS?" Perrin bellowed, wrenching free of Lan's arm, and storming through the door into the frount room, the others close behind. Pela looked up as they entered.

"She's gone."

Rand growled. "I'm going after her." He moved towards the door, but Pela grabbed him and pinned his arm behind him.

"I don't think so."

Rand blinked in surprise, and shook her off of him. "What are you doing?"

"Stopping you," she replied. "Amber gave me specific instructions not to let you follow her."

"Amber? You mean Nynaeve?"

The child's eyes grew large. "N-Nynaeve?" she stammered, "Nynaeve al'Meara?"

Rand nodded absently, and the girl started trembling.

"I shouldn't know that. I should not know that." She gave Lan an odd look, and suddenly everything clicked together in his mind. Using some sort of aliases. Not know real names. Uncle. King. He grabbed the girl's arm.

"Don't say a word. Okay?" He tried to gentle his tone, but it still came out hard. The girl nodded quickly. Moiraine gave him an arch look.

"Never mind," he muttered. He would get answers later.

xxx

Nynaeve hurried towards the ship. She was already late, and the captain wouldn't wait much longer. Suddenly she was grabbed and whirled around. Instinctively she reached for a knife, but her hand was stopped before she got there.

"Relax, Nynaeve." The voice sounded lightly amused. Light, would he follow her everywhere?

"What do you want, Lan?" she hissed back at him.

"I don't know, maybe you can tell me, Amber."

She sighed irritably. "An alias. That's all."

"That's not what I came here for."

"What then? I'm late."

He hesitated. "Why are you leaving?"

That stopped her. "I have to. There are things I have to do. At home."

He paused, watching her face in the moonlight, how the shadows rippled over her perfect features. "I love you."

She could have cried. "I love you too."

"Let…let me come with you."

Nynaeve started. "Come with me? No! What about Moiraine?"

"I-I, please…you must…" he trailed off. She gently took his hand, lacing her fingers with his.

"I love you, Lan. I wish you could but- but your place is here with Moiraine. I have to go on my own." Light, but that was the hardest thing she had ever had to do.

Lan gave her a long look. "If you need anything- and I mean anything…"

"I know." She reached up to give him a light kiss, but he pulled her closer, kissing her passionately.

When they broke apart, Nynaeve was blinking back tears.

"Goodbye," Lan murmured softly.

Nynaeve shook her head. "Until next time."

Lan gave her one of his rare smiles, and stroked her face gently. "I love you."

Nynaeve sadly picked up her bag again. "I love you too."

And then she was gone.