Hey guys! Good to see ya again! Sorry this update took a while, to make up for it it think it's longer than my other chapters. (Dont quote me on that I'm not 100% sure xD) but uhm some news..school starts up in four days so I'm not sure yet how it's going to affect my updates. I might try to assign A specific update schedule if neccisary so I mean I just dunno atm.

also, I should have annother story up soon. chapter 1's in progress right now so we shall see :D oh and a little a note about the story hehe so I was listening to Lost in you by three days grace and it kinda fits the story from Conor's POV. Meh. Maybe it's just me.

Which: I 3 TDG by the way ;3

disclamier: I don't own wow or it's characters. You know da rest.

Days faded into weeks again and time never seemed to slow down. Before they knew it November had faded into December and Hearthglen was now littered with winter's veil themed decor instead of pilgrim's bounty. All the trees in the area were sprinkled with festive lights, and festive wreaths hung on every door. Mistletoe was scattered throughout Mardenhold, awaiting its victims like assassins ready to had even been a small buildup of snow, but not enough for Myner to cancel training.

"C'mon trainee's! I don't care if its colder than the Frost Lord's balls right now! I wanna see you SWEAT!" Myner's voice echoed across the training grounds, reaching Conor's ears as quick as a gun shot.

Conor whimpered just before barely dodging Goro's swing at his left side. Her strikes were certainly of better aim now, he actually had to be cautious. He thrust his sword forward, only to have her block and counter strike with a swipe that would've beheaded him had he not ducked. "You're really getting into this huh?" He attempted conversation as a distraction, hoping it would calm her down. She simply smiled sweetly before getting a close swipe to his face, the tip of her blade mere centimeters from his cheek. He leaned back, and ended up loosing his balance. He hit the cold ground hard, leaving a throbbing that was sure to linger for a few days on his arse.

Goro's laughter caught his attention, and he simply scowled in response. "If you'd hadn't been taking this so seriously I wouldn't have fallen!"

Still laughing, she offered him a hand which he reluctantly took. "I told you I wasn't gonna loose to you anymore."

"So killing me counts as a victory?" He grumbled in response, adjusting his shoulder pads which had shifted from the fall. "Alright new round, this time-"

"TRAINEE'S! RECRUITS!" Myner's voice interrupted, booming across the field, and echoing off the cobblestone walkways. "FRONT AND CENTER!"

Exchanging confused glances, Conor followed Goro up to the forming group of people. They ended up right in the middle of the mass of people, making him thank his lucky stars that he wasn't claustrophobic.
A sharp tap to the shoulder caught his attention, reflexively he whipped his head in the direction of the contact, his face brightening when he saw who it was. "Lang!" He
whispered enthusiastically.

"Sup blondie." The kal'dorei responded, not even bothering to lower his voice.

Myner cleared his throat in a loud and obnoxious manner, mimicking the sound of a dying plainstrider; Which earned him full attention and a few disgusted glares. He clapped his hands together enthusiastically. "This year's training season is almost up. Soon the qualified recruits will become privates and the trainees to recruits. And the rest that aren't qualified.." He seemed to hesitate. "THOSE TOO UNQUALIFIED TO MOVE UP A RANK WILL PACK UP THEIR SHIT AND WILL BE EXPECTED TO BE GONE THE VERY NEXT MORNING." His shouting was even more deafening up close.

Conor felt Lang's shoulder brush against his, whether it was accidental or not he smiled at the contact. He thought he saw Goro scowl in his puerperal vision, but the countenance was gone as soon as it had appeared.

Myner clasped his hands together again, "So, today were going to do something a little different in training. It'll be the Trainees v.s the Recruits." His grin widened at the hushed murmurs of confusion that passed through the crowd. "I want a Trainee and a Recruit to pair up, and duel each other. If you're incapable of finding a partner, come see me and we'll take a little walk up to your dorm room. AND YOU CAN PACK YOUR THINGS AND LEAVE." His smile faded. "That is all."

The crowd of people scrambled frantically like a group of children playing musical chairs. People were paring together quickly and it spread through the crowd like wildfire. Conor turned to pair with Lang but froze when he saw Goro dragging him away by the arm. Lang mouthed the words 'sorry' with a scowl on his face. It was then Conor begun to panic. He didn't know any more recruits, what was he gonna do? 'Why did Goro snatch Lang like he's her property? If anything he's my-' he blushed madly at his own stupid thoughts. As he ran his hands through his blonde locks in a panicky fashion, he felt a sharp poke to the shoulder, similar to the way Lang had poked him. He turned to face a grinning Orc with spiked black hair.

"The name's Mug. Lets duel." His orcish accent made him a little hard to understand at first but Conor quickly caught on.

"O-okay but you sure you wanna duel me?" He pointed to himself for emphasis, not really sure why.

Mug laughed a signature orcish laugh, before responding, "Don't worry about it I'm a pal o' Lang's." he noticed the sin'dorei seemed to brighten at the mention of Lang's name but put the thought aside for later. He raised his axe. "Lets fight."

Conor ducked, dodged left, and ducked again. Mug's swings were like rapid fire, barely giving him any openings to strike back. He clashed weapons with the Orc, as they were being pressed dangerously close to his face. 'Damn. He's really strong. I guess orcs can build up a lot of muscle mass.' he dodged right just as Mug's swing ghosted past his face. He gulped. Charging forward, they clashed weapons again, closer to Mug this time; However the Orc could easily overpower the sin'dorei and force them closer to him. Conor jumped back, racking his brain for some sort of plan. As Mug charged at him, he saw his chance. He moved to the side and knocked his foot in a sweeping motion against the unsuspecting orc's legs, tripping him.
Walking over to face his opponent, Conor pointed the tip of the blade at Mug's face. "Do you call it?" He spoke evenly, surprising himself.

Mug laughed again, harder than before. "I got my ass handed to me by a trainee. Hell, you got me." He accepted the hand Conor offered, dusting off his armor as he stood.

Conor scanned the area, hoping to spot Lang and Goro somewhere. Strangely enough, they didn't seem to be around.

Glancing at the blonde, Mug followed his gaze, realizing he must be looking for the sin'dorei girl. "I hate to break it to ya, but if she's alone with Lang, they're probably practicing more than sword fighting. If you get me that is." He chuckled at his own joke.

Conor felt his heart drop to his feet. 'Certianly Lang wouldn't...' His thoughts flashed back to Lang's words from months ago. "I'm the type to fuck people, no strings attached, no emotions involved." He covered a hand to his mouth. Lang wouldn't..unless Goro seduced him somehow... He suddenly felt very sick to his stomach.

Mug poked Conor, "Hey, looks like we're going in for grub. Wanna eat with me and my buds since your girl's not back yet?" He patted the others back comfortingly, but to Conor it just felt like he was smacking him just because.

Conor nodded weakly, afraid if he spoke he'd burst into tears. He glumly followed the Orc inside, and to a seat at a table full of recruits excluding himself.

"What's with glummy there?" A human recruit asked between bites of wolf steak.

Mug sighed. "Lang got to his girl." He rubbed the back of his head. "And they're roommates.."

The human laughed for a moment before stopping himself. "That actually sucks balls man. You want me to hit Lang when he shows his face?"

Conor shook his head no, before flopping his head onto the table dramatically.

Mug took a swig of moonberry juice before suddenly exclaiming, "Oh shit I forgot! Guys! This bro's real good at dueling, he kicked my ass earlier today!"

The recruits around the table laughed in unison at Mug, before the human spoke again, "did he really?" He glanced at the blood elf, really looking him over this time. "And you said this guy's a trainee?"

Mug nodded. "Yeah I know! I was there and couldn't believe he beat me!"

Just then the sound of footsteps echoing on the marble floor hit the room, as two people had shown up late.

Conor lifted his head to look but instead Mug pushed it back down on the table. "You don't wanna look man. Trust me."

Flailing against the orcs iron fist Conor struggled to pull his head up but couldn't, he must've looked ridiculous. "Please..." He whimpered. "Lemme see.."

Mug awkwardly rubbed his neck again, before lifting his hand. "Your call bro. It's gonna do more hurt than good."

Already positive of who it was, Conor slowly turned his head, his heart pounding against his ribcage so hard he thought it might pop out. There they were. He watched as Lang sat down across from Goro at the table HE usually sat at. The two of them were just laughing it up like good friends, or MORE than friends he should say. He watched in spite as Goro giggled before playfully punching Lang's shoulder.

Mug looked at Conor before talking more to himself than the sin'dorei, "Looks like he might actually settle down with someone instead of just screwing around." He chuckled. "I'm proud of him."

That did it. Conor clutched his chest as his heart literally felt like someone just tore it in two, in the slowest, most agonizing way possible. He picked up his tray, and made sure to pick a path around the table so they couldn't rub more hurt in his face.

He slammed the door to his dorm so hard the walls shook. He didn't even care if anyone heard. He just wanted something to hurt like he was right now. Angrily removing his armor, he chucked it at the dresser, relishing in the loud clanking sound it made.

Once he was down to a pair of boxers, he stormed over to his bed and threw himself under the covers violently, like a child that just earned a time out. Hiding under his blanket, he laid on his stomach, his face pressed as far into the pillow as physically possible. He sniffed for a moment, until he finally couldn't take it anymore and the dam holding up his tears burst, splashing salty tears all over his pillow. He sobbed as loudly as he dared, the hurt and betrayal he felt were stronger than he had originally thought. He truly felt lied to, betrayed, by not only his closest friend, but also the person he had cared so deeply for. What had he done to deserve such pain?

His heart ached, his pillow was soaked, he could barely breath with his face pressed so deep into the pillow, and his sobs were so loud he didn't hear the gentle, "...Conor..? Are you okay?"

Once his mind registered who's voice it was, he stiffened immediately. His hysterical sobbing had muffled to soft whimpers rather quick.

He heard footsteps approach the bed, but he laid as still as possible, not even daring to breathe. He felt the bed creak and he assumed Lang was sitting on the edge by his feet.

"Hey? What's wrong? You sounded really upset outside the door. What...what happened?" Lang's tone was gentle, concerned.

The whole facade was making Conor feel even more sick. He didn't need fake sympathy from the person that hurt him in the first place. He refused to respond, if Lang wouldn't even apologize for what he did...wait a minute...what if the whole thing..was all a lie from the start? Lang admitting to linking him a little, the accidental cuddling, the kiss.. What if Lang had just been using him? To get to Goro...what he wanted from the start... His thoughts flicked back to the day him and Goro got in trouble with Myner. "What'd you and that cute girl do to rile up Myner?"

He suddenly gasped, getting Lang's attention. He felt Lang tug at the sheets, trying to get them off. He tugged back, but was having difficulties considering how much stronger Lang was.

Finally getting the sheets off the sin'dorei, Lang glanced down, his heart suddenly sinking. The immense pain in the blondes eyes was obvious, If the tear streaked face and soaked pillow weren't enough proof.
"C-Conor...who..who did this to you?" He would kill whoever made the blonde resort to such a state.

Conor glared as hard as he could, trying to channel all his built up malice into the stare he directed at Lang.

The kal'dorei held eye contact with him for a moment before whispering, "me..?" Now he was confused. What had he done to make Conor cry like this? Was it because Goro forced him to be partners with her? It was that bitches fault, she dragged him away before he could protest. "C-Conor I-"

Conor pressed his hand against the others lips, forcefully cutting him off. "I don't want to hear your lies. Just let me sleep..." He sent a hurt glance at the other, and for good measure, added, "haven't you done enough?"

Lang was in shock. Conor was a fucking mess and it's all that bitches fault. He tried to place a hand on the blonde's shoulder, only to have it smacked away violently. 'Dammit Lang. What are you supposed to do in a situation like this? You've got no experience in this stuff whatsoever. Fuck. Better use what ya know.'

Conor threw the blanket back over his head, wishing Lang would just get up and go to bed already. He didn't expect it though, when the kal'dorei ripped the blanket off him again; Only to place a gentle kiss on his lips. Conor squirmed against the other, but Lang had crawled on top of him, trapping him there. As soon as Lang finally pulled back for air Conor managed to throw out a "What the hell-" before Lang kissed him again. Harder this time. Lang's lips crashed against his own so aggressively he thought his lips would bruise for sure. He felt the kal'dorei's hand's wrap around him, only to pull him against the other in a bone crushing hug; without breaking the kiss. 'At least we're sitting up now.' He thought, his mind a little fuzzy from the lack of oxygen.

Lang cupped both sides of the sin'dorei's face, staring intently into those green eyes that'd he'd started to enjoy. "Now tell me. What did I do to upset you?"

Conor tried to look anywhere but at Lang, but he had a firm grip dammit. "I-I...you...and Goro.." He couldn't even bring himself to say it before a few tears leaked out again.

Lang's eyes softened as he gently wiped the cascading droplets with his thumbs, his eyes never averting the sin'dorei's. "What about us? Are you upset we didn't get to duel against each other?"

Conor sniffled, before muttering, "That did upset me but that's not why..."

Lang mulled it over for a minute, but drew a blank. 'Whats bugging him then?'

Conor scowled. "You should know why I'm upset."

Lang chuckled quietly. "Would you mind telling me? I'm not too sure."

Conor tried to pull away, but to no avail.

"Hey, ...hey...don't run. Just tell me what's up and I'll say sorry." Lang kept watching the sin'dorei's eye's, hoping for an answer of some sort.

Conor's face flushed. Whether it was from anger or embarrassment he wasn't too sure. Probably both. "SORRY WON'T TAKE IT BACK LANG" he screeched angrily, surprising Lang and himself.

Lang had tried to be Mr. Nice guy, 'but dammit Conor needs to just say what he's so mad about.' He thought angrily. He grabbed the blonde by the chin, forcing them to hold eye contact in slightly closer proximity than before. "Conor... . ."

Conor glared at him. "Why don't you just go back to Goro and get married already!" He spat.

Lang blinked, before breaking into hysterics. "D-dude. She beat me in the duel so I had to eat dinner with her. It was my 'price for loosing'."

Conor continued to glare. "Oh really. Then where were you guys during the duel then?"

Lang raised an eyebrow before realization hit. "Oh. We went to the first aid cabin. She got a cut on her face and didn't want it to get infected. You know how that stuff is."

It was Connor's turn to say "oh." His face flushed pink in embarrassment. "So...you..didn't..sleep with her...?"

Lang's eyes widened. "Woah man. Back the fuck up. I wouldn't sleep with her. I bet she's twice as obnoxious in the bedroom." He grinned at the uncertain look in the blonde's eyes. "Besides, why sleep with a chic like that when I've got you right here~" he purred seductively.

Conor squirmed against the others grip, laughing nervously. "Y-you're funny. I just wanna go to bed..now.."

Lang inched himself closer, until their noses brushed. "Oh..you'll go to bed all right, after I'm done with you."