Crowley's Apprentice

Disclaimer: I do not own the Ranger's Apprentice series or any of the characters (sadface) but I do own any OCs' that might be in this story

I'm Back!

With another chapter that's off the top of my head! This chapter is going to be relatively short. I have too many things to do this week.

Sorry for any structural or spelling errors; I'm typing this in a hurry!

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Now on to the Story!

Chapter 2

Apprentice?

"I just don't think I'm ready for an apprentice," Crowley argued. He looked out of his window. Nice morning, he thought.

Halt was visiting before Choosing time. They discussed their future apprentices, as well as other topics, like Mogarath's whereabouts and his plans.

"Well, I wasn't all that ready for Gilan," countered the legendary Ranger Halt. "But I guess you can say he was thrown at me."

Crowley laughed at Halt's last statement. He had heard of Gilan's antics that involved Halt, and how he "secretly" followed him. On one fine day Gilan just so happened to follow Halt to a stream. Upon trying to sneak on his future mentor, Gilan was quickly apprehended and tossed into the stream. He later became Halt's apprentice and turned in to quite the unseen mover, Crowley thought.

Halt sensed the mistake he made and quickly moved on.

"I mean, he can't possibly be that bad," Halt said mildly.

"He's not bad at all. He's just. . more like you," Crowley replied, making no attempts to conceal the grin that was slapped across his face.

Halt raised his trademark eyebrow to Crowley's last remark.

"Like me," Halt asked quizzically. "Explain."

"Well, lets see," Crowley started. "He's, quiet, quiet, and well, QUIET!"

Halt was getting annoyed. He had been friends with Crowley ever since he first stepped foot in Araluen. Throughout the years, Crowley could never cease to amaze Halt with how annoying he could possibly be.

"Well excuse us and people with quiet lifestyles," Halt replied. "I guess were just too abnormal for society."

Crowley saw no other reason to pick on his friend and decided to change the subject.

"So, do you plan on taking that boy as your apprentice? Will, is that his name?

"Yes," Halt replied. "It's about time I taught him how to steal in a quiet manner," referring to Will's frequent stealing of delicious treats from Master Chubb's kitchen. The humor in his voice was dry.

Crowley laughed, as he often does.

"Well, I hope he can cope with your abnormal personality as well as Gilan did," He chuckled.

All Halt could do was sigh as he exited Crowley's cabin.

Meanwhile, Mikey lay in his bed, wondering about his future. He looked out of his window. Nice morning, he thought. He had a long while until Choosing time. His mind wandered, as it always does. What if he was chosen for battleschool? Sure, he thought; if he wanted to die within the first week. Scribeschool? Mikey was by no means unintelligent. He was actually one of the most intelligent in the fief, especially in war tactics. All that was left in his personal interest was Chefschool and the Ranger Corps. Cooking wasn't really his forte. Rangers? He has heard many rumors about them, some of which included some legendary Ranger named Halt. Some name , he thought. He was almost completely lost in thought when Nicole gracefully walked into his room

"Mikey?" Nicole asked quietly.

Mikey, realizing that he lost in his thoughts once more, replied.

"Oh! Nicole! I didn't see you there. Uh. . Hey," he said awkwardly.

Nicole sensed there was something wrong. She had grown up with Mikey all of her life. They had grown to be great friends, possibly something more, and the feeling was mutual. She frowned.

"Nervous?" she asked.

Mikey decided that there would be no use in lying to her. He gave in.

"Yeah," he replied.

"What for?"

"I just. . . don't know where I belong, that's all."

Nicole moved closer to Mikey and lay her head on his shoulders. Mikey made no attempt to resist. He knew that they were something more than just friends.

"What do you mean?" she asked. Mikey's mind began to wander off once again, and the steady stream of questions started over.

"What would happen if I got chosen for battleschool? What if I don't like it? What if I get chosen for scribeschool? I'm not that smart! What if I get chosen for chefschool? What if-"

Mikey's thoughts were ceased by the soft touch of Nicole's lips on his cheeks. A simple kiss. But this kiss was more then just affection. It was reassurance, which Mikey needed desperately.

"Don't worry about it," Nicole said softly. "You always tell us to make the best out of life, now it's your turn," she said as she stood up. She soon felt the same weird feeling Mikey felt just moments ago.

" I have to go," she began. "Sarah and I are going to get ready," she said as she walked out of his room, as quiet as her entry.

Mesmerized, Mikey regained himself. He dropped back down on the bed as his mind pondered once more.

"Hmpf," Mikey said. "It'll probably be scribeschool," he decided.

He didn't know how completely wrong he could be at times.

Well, that got weird. . .

That's going to be it for this love/fluffyness thing for a while.

Anyway don't forget to review.

I'm still taking ideas for the upcoming chapters

-YDG (YahDig?)