Disclaimer: I do not own Eragon, that's all Paolini. I'm just twisting its universe for my brief amusement.

Summary: Eragon and Trianna find themselves in their 'own mental bond' after a mishap. With Eragon staying a few days more before leaving to go with Roran the two (Trianna and Eragon) get into rows and find themselves in interesting situations.

A/N (sorta): Sorry, but folks… I must admit I have a bit of a short attention span! And sometimes forget a story or just get bored. But, I'll try to stick this short ficlet out. I intend for this to be 3-5 chapters. (Probably 4 then.)

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Part 2

The next morning, Eragon woke up to see the tent was empty. The Du Vrangr Gata must have run off but that didn't explain where Roran and Orik were. He pulled out the book Roran had been thumbing through and found a book mark tucked in. On it was a tiny image of Katrina. He stared at it in wonder- how did he get Katrina's image on a book mark? It seemed peculiar. The image cleared quickly and became blank.

"Oh. You must be a fairth!" he realized. Roran must have borrowed this from the Du Vrangr Gata unless Carvahall started to sell them too. It must have been a simpler form so people who didn't perform magic could use it. Eragon placed the book mark back in its spot and saw the little sketched clan logo on the piece of wood Orik had been working on all night.

This is their fault for not listening to me! I told them we could help- told them we had ways of protecting them!

Eragon quickly responded to the voice in his head.

Saphira?

No response. Is that you? Saphira!

But no- they ignore me and order me around! Except for Nasuada who's been nothing but nice and patient.

Eragon looked around frightened. Maybe this was some evil trick by Galbatorix to confuse him or drive him crazy! He looked outside and saw tents spread out everywhere. The storm must have blown them away along with their items. Then how did this tent…

Then he remembered what that woman had said. She'd put a protection spell around their tent so that it wouldn't get broken or ruined.

Arya, Nasuada, Orrin and Trianna walked by discussing the wreckage.

"We could clean up and leave to a safer spot," Arya suggested, "Maybe Ellesmera?"

Nasuada shook her head, "It's nice of you to offer… but I know you can't-"

There was a sad pause, as they looked around. Trianna and a little group of Du Vrangr Gata had been waiting on orders.

"We could help clean up with magic malady," offered Trianna.

"But, the question is if we're going to rebuild or move."

Orrin quickly added, "It's not that I'm trying to get rid of you…"

"It's the Galbatorix problem. He knows where we are!"

Eragon joined them, and they all fell quiet. The observed group of Varden leaders seemed to be at a clueless stalemate, all brimming with exhaustion and falling out of luck.

"Orrin do you think there's going to be more storms?" asked Eragon.

With a miserable sigh, "Yes Shade slayer. I do."

I'm coming back now, Eragon. The winds have calmed.

Not yet- Saphira. There may be more to come. Okay? Just for safety measures…

Oh fine! Paranoid humans. He felt her smile despite the fight she put up to let her come back. Eragon turned his attention back to the more urgent matter but couldn't think of what to do.

We should stay. There's nowhere to go and traveling without enough planning- without being discreet leaves us at a very big disadvantage. And there's no way we could separate the families from the soldiers otherwise the families could get hurt.

And who would travel in this weather?

He felt that they were all waiting for him to respond.

"Um… er… we should stay."

Nasuada, Arya and Orrin shared and exchange of thoughtful looks whilst Trianna was surprised.

"Well…" Orrin seemed to be waiting for Nasuada.

"Okay! Du Vrangr Gata! Can you help us protect the tents?" asked Nasuada. The Du Vrangr Gata was sent to work.

"Nice job Eragon!" cheered on Arya.

Eragon took the praise but felt guilty that he was using someone else's idea. This miscellaneous being's idea.

For all he knew, it could be his conscience or something. Maybe some crazy form of elf magic- or Murtagh and Galbatorix's evil plan. But he felt a whiff of trust in this voice, because it had helped him and hopefully wasn't leading him into a trap.

Saphira? Have you been hearing… these thoughts too?

What thoughts?

There is a voice… in my head.

My voice?

No. Someone else's.

You'd think I'd hear it too. Since we share a mind.

Maybe the connection is just with me.

Saphira didn't like this one bit. She liked to think she was the one with a claim on him. Eragon could tell this upset her, and replied: You are the best voice to listen to.

Thanks. She cheered up a bit.

Hmm… this could be someone in the forsworn.

I don't think so.

Are you sure I shouldn't come back?

Why?

This might need double-teaming!

Eragon saw the Du Vrangr Gata cleaning up and felt it might be best to help them.

Time will tell. I have to go help them clean up- may the stars watch over you!

Oh fine!

He watched them perform a long spell and the tent pulled up on its own and the items followed it back into order. A broom flying from the sky, nearly giving someone a coronary, returned to its spot on the side of the tent.

"Great job!" Trianna encouraged.

"Hello, Du Vrangr Gata. I just wanted to help you out," Eragon greeted.

Trianna rolled her eyes and set herself aside with folded arms.

Does this nutcase think he's going to steal them again?

It's her! Eragon realized that Trianna must be the voice!

"We've got this under control," she said defensively.

Eragon searched her mind looking to see if it truly was her, and what he heard collided with the thoughts in his head from the miscellaneous being.

That should show him.

That should show him.

"I'm sure you do but I think you could use some help…" he mumbled with bewilderment. So it was her. All along. Trianna was the voice and… why didn't she know it? She was trained well enough to know when someone was in her mind. And why did it do it when he wasn't trying?

"How sweet but don't worry! We're fine!"

"Trianna, there is…" he considered telling her but the next "Trianna update" changed his mind: Now he's going to go on about how much better he is then everyone else…

"A lot of magic you don't know about," he finished with a cheeky smirk.

Trianna gaped, "Your kidding right?"

He shook his head secretly delighting in her anger. Fido seemed to stare between them in surprise but Eragon knew that all the Du Vrangr Gata members were going to side with Trianna no matter what he did or say.

"Are you going to let me help or not?"

"Fine…" she grumbled reluctantly.

They worked for the rest of the evening, weaving in and out of the camp. Using magic to lift tents and repair damage. Eragon had sped the process up and given them tips on magic but he felt Trianna's glower the whole time in his mind. He promised himself he'd discuss this with Saphira the second he got the chance. She'd probably know a little more about these things since dragon magic was very strong.

When the Du Vrangr Gata split up and Trianna was left alone, Eragon chose to use his mind-fu to get a little fun out of the situation.

How are you?

Trianna jumped up in a shock, like a rubber band stretched too tight- then looked around quickly.

"Who said that?" she asked, but she was alone.

Is this Galby? Eragon held back a snicker.

WHAT! Of c-course not! Replied Trianna in fright.

You are the chosen one…

WHO IS THIS?

Ow! That was loud.

This can't be happening! I'm going nuts… I knew I shouldn't have tried Angela's soup but it looked good and I didn't expect-

Hee.

STOP IT.

Trianna tried to pull up her defenses, but it didn't work. This wasn't the everyday version of mind-invasion. Eragon laughed, and took a few steps back when he realized she was coming his way.

Tri-neeny… I'm you're conscience. She mentally scowled as she could just imagine him sitting their smirking at her discomfort. Probably laughing his little bum off. Whoever this 'him' was.

I already have one of those!

Some people need two, and you fit that circumstance.

Fine mind boy! If you're so brave- why don't you tell me who you are?

Eragon immediately blushed. He wasn't that brave… Galbatorix seemed the easier defeat at this moment. Who knows what Trianna would do?

I'm… Fido.

You're not Fido.

Why not?

Because Fido loves me!

I didn't say I don't love you… I have pictures of you on my bathroom walls…

Eragon had to let out a laugh, but Trianna heard it and moved in its direction. He jumped behind a barrel of weapons- barely making it. She stayed in the area looking around puzzled. She could swear the laugh came from here.

That was you wasn't it! She accused the mysterious voice.

… and a used napkin that you wiped your mouth with after drinking that strange Urgal juice.

Stalker! She was utterly astonished that he knew about that Urgal juice (which was disgusting)… it had to mean he was a Varden. Trianna almost found him again but the fleeting Dragon Rider managed to run and slide behind another wall of supplies. He needed to seriously distract her if he wanted to get out in one piece.

Tri-neeny! Don't you want to talk peacefully?

Get out of my mind!

But it's so much fun!

Then the chance opened up for him, the Du Vrangr Gata were fixing a tent a few yards away and he could join them and pretend he'd been there all along.

Well, bye Tri-neeny! It's been fun.

Hey! She yelled mentally.

Eragon reached their spot effortlessly and choked back a happy laugh.

"Good job guys!" he complimented. They gave shy replies, and he continued on with them for a few more tents. Watching at the items returned to where they belong with just a few magical words. He loved magic. It was so useful.

Trianna glumly walked over and gave him an extra-helping of angry glare.

"Where have you been?" she accused.

He pretended to be confused before adding nonchalantly, "With them."

"IS this true?" she asked her fellow members. They nodded clumsily.

Damn! I could have sworn it was him!

Eragon smiled to himself.

Later that night he found Saphira had returned. She noticed the bounce in his step and huge grin on his face.

Someone looks smitten. She commented with a little worry even though she was happy for him. There was that problem about the bond between Dragon Rider and Dragon. The one where they were subjected to all feelings. Which meant if he fell in love- she'd fall in love.

"Don't worry," he replied sensing her worry, "It's not that."

Hmm what is it then?

A mischievous smile warmed his face.

The voice. It's Trianna.

How is that possible- and you weren't looking into her mind when it happened?

No. I think… it was a spell she used the other day.

What spell?

He wrote it down carefully and lifted the parchment to Saphira's eyes. He couldn't say it- or he'd do it again.

Oh no! This makes sense. That says to 'unite memory'.

"Memory isn't minds…"

It has the same effect.

"I guess this is why she couldn't block me out?"

She couldn't?

"That's why it's so odd."

Now I have to share you! Don't I?

"Of course not!" he added along, "I use it to annoy her…"

Saphira smiled slyly but seemed to disapprove. That's wrong.

"But very fun."

You might make Trianna crazy.

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A/N: I hope the whole bold italics part isn't too confusing. There's just so much mind reading! Or at least in the Eragon world.

Hope you enjoyed! And please, no flaming! I've had experience with it yet and I don't think I want too. Constructional criticism on the other hand… is fine. I probably forget facts about the book here and there.