So this chapter consists of four parts. After much editing and head banging, I wasn't able to extend these enough to make them stand alone.

11 HOURS

OSCAR

"I'm already here Oscar so you might as well let me help."

"Mist…" Oscar asked in a very tender voice.

She stared at him with her big blue eyes, swollen from having cried so much. "Please…"

Oscar looked at her, "Don't worry…it's all taken care of…"

"It's just that…I want to do something…"

He sighed, "I…I'm terribly sorry for what happened…" he began as Mists' lips trembled slightly, "…and I know what you're going through…so just take it easy…"

Tears where falling down her cheeks again, "You have no idea how it feels…"

A few soldiers were now trying to eavesdrop on their conversation. Oscar noticed and pulled Mist out of the kitchen, where he embraced her as a brother would a sister.

"Boyd is really…"

"Please don't mention him."

"Right, I'm sorry."

Mist began to pull back. "Is there any way you can spoil dinner so that I won't have to sit near either of them?"

"I can't do that…"

Mist looked at the ground.

"…but I can have Rolf deliver a meal to a certain tent so that you will only have to sit near one of them…"

"You would do that?"

Oscar nodded, "He may be my brother but I, in no way, like what he did…"

Mist hugged him again, "…thank you…"

Oscar patted her head, "now go freshen up or else people are going to start asking you what's wrong."

Mist held him for a few more seconds and then she walked away.

Boyd appeared behind Oscar almost out of nowhere a moment later. "I hate seeing her that way."

"So you really are going to give her some space?"

"The last thing I want is to make her suffer even more…"

Oscar smiled at his brother. Despite what everyone thought, Boyd was a good man. He genuinely cared about Mist and had proved more than once that he would do anything for her. 'Sure he made a mistake but who hasn't?'

MIST

She looked at her face in a tiny mirror. 'Is Elincia that much more of a woman?' she thought to herself as she looked at her girly face, 'She has to have more than a dozen men willing to die for her…and what do I have? Nothing…'

Sadly, she put the mirror down and continued to stare at the floor. Since she was sitting down, she stretched her legs and observed them. 'I am nothing compared to Elincia…I'm not even worthy enough to be mentioned in the same breath as her….'

Fiercely she got up and she walked in a tiny circle. "Stop it, Mist. That's not true!"

"Are you okay?" Rolf suddenly asked, his head poking in her tent.

She jumped, surprised to see him there. "Oh, Rolf, you scared me…"

"Sorry…" he said as he walked in.

"What do you need?"

"I'm here to take you to dinner of course!" the little sniper said, cheerfully.

Mist stared at him, smiling. "I have a better idea. Why don't you get our dinner and we eat away from everyone else?"

"I thought about doing that, seeing how you want to stay away from Elincia and…sorry, but Ike asked me to take you…"

Mist sighed, "Does anyone else know what happened?"

"As far as I know, only you, me and Oscar…and…you know…"

She sighed even more heavily and sat down on her bed. "You know, I'm really not that hungry…"

Rolf frowned slightly and tilted his head, as if he were thinking, "I know!" he said loudly a few seconds later, "you can go and sit down for a few minutes and then suddenly complain about feeling sick and I'll drag you out."

Her eyes opened as if it was a wonderful idea, "I don't know what I would do without you, Rolf…"

"No one would…"

***

'Look at them…everyone is so happy despite the circumstances…' Mist thought her herself as she slowly walked in the dinner tent behind Rolf. She sighed as she walked to the table where the majority of the Greil Mercenaries were sitting.

'So he isn't here…'

Rolf hugged her gently and motioned her to sit down. Just as she did, her eyes caught a glance of Elincia who was walking with Lucia. The Queen looked at her for a second and Mist frowned, turning her head.

"Whenever you want to feel sick…"

Mist nodded.

"Wait a minute! Where's Boyd?" Gatrie asked no one in particular, "He better not chicken out from our bet."

Mist's heart stopped as he heard his name. Rolf patted her arm, discreetly.

"What bet?" Mia asked.

"We're arm wrestling and who ever loses has to…" Gatrie turned to look at Mist, "…well I can't say since I don't want to get him trouble…"

"Has to do what?" Mia asked again.

Rolf and Oscar, who had just arrived carefully, watched Mist, who simply smiled as gracefully as she could. She noticed Ike was staring at her and so she turned to Rolf.

"I'll faint in two…"

"Boyd! There you are!"

Mist turned around, not wanting to believe Oscar hadn't kept his word. A few feet away, the Reaver was being pushed by very fat Brom.

"Come on, Boyd. It's no fun without you."

Mist turned to give a mean stare at Oscar but she became confused when she saw his face filled with confusion.

"Brom, I told you…"

Gatrie jumped up and patted Boyd on the back. "Let's get this started, boy!"

"No, I said already…"

"Mist, are you feeling well?" Ike asked suddenly.

She turned to stare at her brother, cursing him for being observant for the first time in his life.

"You not are you?" Titania asked her, Mist did not make any gesture to respond.

"Boyd, Mist isn't feeling well. Why don't you take her to the infirmary?" Ike asked, although he seemed concerned, his tone indicated as if he were baiting for a reaction.

"NO!" Mist yelled, standing up.

"What's wrong?" Ike asked, also standing up.

"I…I…" Mists eyes began to fill with tears.

"What did you do?" Ike looked at Boyd cautiously.

Boyd did not respond but kept his eyes on Mist.

"Don't look at me…" Mist said harshly as Rolf grabbed her arm to pull her away.

His face filled with pain, he looked away.

"What did you do?" Ike was now shaking, in anger.

"He made a woman out of Elincia!" Mist yelled out, no longer being able to hold her tongue.

RANULF

"He made a woman out of Elincia!"

Everyone went silent as they turned to face the Generals sister. Ike was about a second away from attacking someone and Ranulf immediately stood up, noticing it.

"Mist…" the Reaver began.

Still silence reigned the area. Ranulf was now a step away from Ike, inches away from being able to grab his arm…

"I'LL KILL YOU!" Ike yelled as he jumped over the table and tackled Boyd, who was able to jump back, no doubt having sensed the danger he was in. Gatrie, Titania and a fast thinking Brom were able to initially hold him back. Oscar had run towards Boyd and pulled him back. Everyone else nearby was already standing. Ranulf also jumped over the table and grabbed Ike by his neck.

"DON'T RUN, BASTARD!" Ike yelled as he slowly began to overpower the four people who were grabbing him. Soon enough, more people were joining in, trying to prevent a bloody fight.

Oscar, Kieran and Ulki were now trying to pull Boyd back, although the Reaver didn't want to leave.

"LET. GO. OF. ME." Ike demanded. With his strength he was able to free his sword arm and he impulse himself to move forward.

Rolf's eyes grew wide when he realized how close Ike was to break free.

Ranulf was thrown back when Ike pushed more than one away. He was just about run towards Boyd when the sniper, for a well known reason, decided to take the hit himself.

"NO! ROLF!" Shinon suddenly yelled (who, by the way, had not interfered before), jumping to prevent Ike from killing his apprentice. Ike was able to smash them both, almost knocking them unconscious.

Boyd suddenly pushed the Crimean knights and the Hawk away, his eyes burning with anger. Both men stared at each other for a single second and then they tackled each other.

"No!" Mist had tried to yell. She was just about to run to try to separate the two when Ranulf pulled her back.

"Stop!" he yelled at her.

As Ike and Boyd began to beat the life out of each other, unaware of the hits they were dealing to the others, Mist struggled to be let free. Ranulf had been forced to carry away.

ARAN

"We do nothing, Sothe! This isn't our business!" Michaiah yelled at him.

Aran turned to stare at the two men who were close to killing each other. He was holding Laura's hand, ready to run out with her if things got to serious.

"But they're my friends!"

"I said no!"

Aran let go of Laura's arm as he was pushed by a couple of excited soldiers who wanted to get closer. Angrily, Aran turned to push them back, with the help of Edward who apparently had also been pushed. The soldiers, realizing who they were, moved away. It was then when he noticed that his beloved Laura was missing from his side. He turned to scan for her, and as if in slow motion, saw how she moved in front the mass trying to break the fight up, barely dodging the hits.

"LAURA!" Aran yelled at the top of his lungs.

"COMMANDER GEOFFREY, STOP!" Laura cried out, her hands stretched out in front of the two men who had been fighting on the floor. It went silent again and everyone stared at Geoffrey, a javelin raised in the air. Ike slowly got to his knees and stood up, facing Geoffrey. Boyd also got up, being pulled by Oscar. Aran stared at Laura, wondering why she, off all people, thought she could prevent Geoffrey from killing the other two. For some reason he turned to the Queen and noticed that she had his same expression on her face.

"Laura," Aran said, not being able to hide the fact that he was worried, "get away from them..."

"Commander…" Laura took a few steps forward, "…don't do it…" her hands were pressed together, as if in prayer, "…please…" slowly, she began to approach him.

Geoffrey looked at Laura and sighed. He played with the javelin in the air and then he lowered it by spiking it on the floor. He began to walk towards Laura.

"Geoffrey…?" Elincia spoke up softly.

The Commander and the Priestess reached each other at the entrance and Aran's heart stopped when they half hugged each other, running out.

"Wait, Laura…" Aran whispered, thinking he had screamed as he chased them.

He was outside of the tent and he looked in every direction but he did not see Laura. Breathing heavily, he ran to his right, knowing that Laura's tent was in the direction. He reached it and opened the flap, "Laura!" he yelled out.

No response.

Aran turned around and shook his head, feeling very miserable. He began to breathe heavily trying to prevent the tears in his eyes from falling. He headed towards his tent, with is head and sprit down only to realize that somewhere along the rows of tents he had taken a wrong turn. He hit himself on the head for being such a dunce.

'No wonder she doesn't love me. I'm an idiot…' Aran thought to himself as he kicked a rock. 'But Commander Geoffrey,on the other hand, must be a freakin' prince in shining armor…' Again, Aran hit himself on the head, 'But his armor is freaking shiny!'

"Oh, Commander Geoffrey…" Laura said, laughing.

Aran stopped in shock and turned to face the almost dark tent that was in front of him, hoping that he had just imagined it.

"Laura, you have to stop using the Commander prefix…"

Aran walked to the side of the tent, lifting a small portion of the fabric and laying down on the floor so he could hear what was being said.

"Okay, just lie down again." he heard her say.

Aran imagined the covers sliding and the two bodies pressing against together.

"Oh, Laura, you are much to kind to me."

She giggled softly.

The soldier sat up, trying his best not to cry. In his mind, he saw how Geoffrey kissed her, how he touched her and how she smiled sweetly to his caresses. He turned to the tent, half hoping he could get the courage to continue eavesdropping. But the pain in his heart was too unbearable. He began to get up but lost his balance and fell to the ground, making a relatively loud noise. In panic, Aran got up and hid behind the crates (and the shadows) that were casually in between Geoffrey's tent and his neighbors.

Geoffrey appeared the next second, shirtless and with a lance at hand. He surveyed the area as Aran had stopped breathing. Geoffrey looked at his direction before walking away. Aran knelt there for a long moment. 'There's no way on Tellius I can compete against him…' he thought as the sadness travelled throughout his body. He got up, cursing his luck as he approached the tent once more.

"…unless you want to stay here…" Aran heard Geoffrey say.

The tears finally came down his cheeks, not wanting to hear Laura's response. He walked away.

"I love you so much, Laura…" Aran whispered silently at the dark sky.

I've noticed that I had a bunch of mistakes. Thanks Star for letting me know.