Hey so sorry it took so long to get up. Also I put up another poll if you'd all like to keep things as they are or if you want me to switch off stories every Friday.

My FF friend Formerly Known as Devil has posted the first chapter of his story and it's epic so you should all go check it out! It's called "Inheritance of the Creed."

Saphira kept her word and the next morning Arya was there to retrieve him. In fact, she was there every day for the next month, waking him at five-thirty in the morning to go eat and then put him through some form of hell that made him rise the next day with arms that ached as if on fire. But over that time, he also saw a progress that surprised him. His body, although it had been in shape before, was toned to the point that every movement reflected the power under his skin.

He woke himself this morning and stepped out of bed. It was the first time in weeks he didn't feel the sudden urge to collapse. He walked to the mirror in his room and studied himself. It was kind of disconcerting to have changed so much in such little time. There was a knock on the door and he walked to answer it. Just as he reached for it, he realized he wore nothing but boxers.

"Hang on."

Quickly, he threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and then opened the door for her. She waited quietly as he slid on his socks and shoes. He made to leave but she stopped him with a hand to his chest.

"Jacket. It's raining."

He nodded and ignored the feeling that shot through him at the feel of her fingers on him. He returned to his closet and grabbed the running jacket. He probably wouldn't end up wearing it but the one time that he didn't bring it and got slightly cold, Arya had looked at him like he was an idiot and then chewed him out.

He followed her to the exit, knowing they wouldn't have food until after they got back. Outside, they stretched quickly, eager to get moving. He took off the jacket and tested the breeze on his skin, deciding it wasn't chilly enough to wear it while running. He tucked it just inside the tunnel. Arya rolled her eyes and started off on the path. She'd been very controlled ever since their whole situation in the Tumble room and it was becoming slightly obnoxious. He was going to have get past that wall she'd reinforced. They started off at a fast jog and this time, Eragon easily kept pace with her for the first four miles. After that, he started to breathe quicker than normal. They had just reached mile six when a figure appeared from further ahead running their direction.

Beside him, Arya slowed slightly. He followed her lead and they waited tensely as what they could now tell was another jogger, approached. The man noticed them as well and he slowed to a walk, waving at Eragon and Arya like a good friend. They slowed as well and then came to a halt in front of the man. The jogger was the first to speak.

"You two are pretty tough to be running in such poor weather."

Arya smiled.

"The same to you."

The man, who from closer up seemed to be in his sixties, chuckled.

"I'm training for a marathon so I gotta be prepared for everything. What're you all out here for?"

Arya's demeanor had changed drastically so that she seemed very open and friendly. She gave Eragon a sideways glance and smirked.

"Trying to teach the boyfriend a lesson. I get tired of seeing him so wrapped up in his ridiculous video games."

The man laughed heartily and it made it so that he didn't see Eragon's slight misstep as he took in what she'd just said. He collected himself quickly and fell into character. He made a mock admonished face.

"Hey, sometimes I don't realize how long I've played until she's chucking popuri at me from across the room."

The man laughed again and held out his hand to Arya, then him.

"The name's Louis. Louis Brackriar."

Arya nodded.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Arya" She looked to Eragon. "and this is Eragon."

Louis grinned.

"Wonderful to meet you as well. Come on, we're all thoroughly soaked through and I'm sure your rather cold right now. My wife is making breakfast and she always makes way too much for just us."

Arya opened her mouth to decline but he interceded with a smile.

"How could we say no."

Louis clapped his hands and then waved for them to follow.

"This way, it's a mile or so down the path."

As soon as his back was turned Arya sent him a scathing look. He simply grinned. Enraged, Arya punched him hard in the solar plexus, knocking the wind completely out of him. His eyes went wide and he gasped, stumbling into a tree as he passed it. Louis turned around and Arya put on a worried frown.

"Eragon?"

Eragon held his hand to his side and flipped her off as he sucked in air that she'd forced from his lungs.

"My bad. I tripped over a tree branch."

Louis looked apologetically at Arya.

"I understand why you want him to get out more. Not the most graceful person."

He was kidding but Arya took pleasure in Eragon's annoyance. She nodded.

"Exactly. We're working on it though, aren't we babe?"

Ok, this was how it was gonna be. Game on. He shrugged helplessly and then walked right into Arya's personal space. He wrapped his arm around her and hugged her close.

"We are."

She tensed and then forced herself to relax. The man turned and started walking again and Arya elbowed him. Since he'd been expecting it, he just grabbed her arm and slid his hand down to hers. She pulled but she couldn't escape his grasp without some drastic effort and that would give them away. He linked his fingers with hers and her hand felt perfectly fitted to his own. They walked like this for fifteen minutes before finally reaching a path that led into the trees. Immediately Arya slowed. She studied their surroundings and then leaned up to whisper in his ear.

"Keep an eye out, I don't like this."

Despite the seriousness of her tone, he couldn't focus on much more than the feeling of her breath on his ear. He nodded and tried to focus. Despite her fear, they arrived at the house a couple minutes later and Eragon's eyebrows raised. He whistled in appreciation.

"Damn."

Arya took the more classy approach.

"Your home is beautiful, Louis."

Louis looked at it with pride.

"Took us fifteen years to save up for this house. It's wonderful."

He led them up porch steps and opened the door to a warm and inviting living room. The colors inside were warm. All light yellows and blues that set Eragon at ease. A woman about the same age as Louis appeared from an opening that seemed to be the entrance to the kitchen. The smell of pancakes and bacon wafted past and Eragon inhaled deeply. The woman looked to Louis and he wrapped an arm lovingly around her.

"This is my wife Jamie."

They all shook hands and introduced themselves again. Louis looked at his wife with a question in his eyes.

"Do we still have clothes of Jared and Lucy?"

Arya waved away the offer.

"Thank you so much but we're alright."

Jamie smiled sweetly.

"Oh you don't want to sit in soaked clothes. You wont be able to enjoy your meal. Follow me."

She led Eragon and Arya to a small room that seemed to be an office and told them to wait for a moment. She returned with two sets of clothes.

"They might not fit perfectly but they will probably do while I dry your clothes."

She left the room and closed the door behind her. Arya whirled on Eragon and shoved at him. He stumbled backwards and barely missed falling onto the desk where a brand new looking iMac was resting. He laughed and ducked away from her.

"Hey, relax. Free food."

She glared at him and then picked up the clothes Jamie had set on a dresser.

"Turn around."

He complied and waited impatiently as she changed. A thud sounded as she chucked the clothes brought for him at his back. He turned and picked them up.

"Just chillax and have some fun, Arya."

She shook her head at him and he just smirked and pulled off his shirt. She seemed to be taken off guard and her gaze lingered a little too long on his bare torso. He made a show of lifting his arms over his head and sliding on the other shirt. She looked at him disgusted and turned as he changed his pants. Just as the girl's clothes were too short for Arya, his clothes were slightly too big. He realized right off that his pants were not going to stay up very well. He made for the door but Arya stepped in front of him.

"We eat and we go, understand?"

He chuckled.

"Sure."

With that, he pushed past her and headed back towards the kitchen and the delicious smell. Louis was setting the table and Jamie was just pulling off more bacon from a pan. She smiled at them as they entered.

"You look adorable. Go ahead and take a seat."

Eragon chuckled and looked to find Arya still glaring at him. He sighed and sat down. She did as well and soon Louis and Jamie were bringing plates of food to the table. Eragon's stomach grumbled loudly and Jamie laughed. The sat down across from him and Arya and started to pass around the food. He was last and took just one pancake although it killed him. Jamie frowned at him.

"You know you want to take more than that. Don't try and be polite for our sake."

Eragon grinned happily and took three more off the plate causing them to laugh and Arya to roll her eyes at him. He smiled at her cheekily and took a bite.

As they ate, only small conversation was made because most of the time their mouths were full of food. It was incredible and the pancakes were all buttery goodness. The bacon as well although Arya carefully avoided it. They finished and Louis cleared the table while Jamie led them to the living room and sat down in a recliner, motioning for them to take the couch. He took Arya's hand and sat down, pulling her after him and making it so she was right next to her. He placed his arm around her shoulders and drew her close. He'd planned on trying to make her more uncomfortable but now he was having an insanely hard time focusing on anything but her scent and the way her hair brushed his jaw. She seemed to notice and so as Jamie spoke, Arya rested her hand on Eragon's knee. He caught his breath and tried to focus on what Jamie had just asked him.

"W-what?"

Jamie smiled.

"What is your favorite video game?" He looked at her surprised and she chuckled. "My son was a 'gamer.' Always glued to the television. He had an obsession with the Call of Duty games."

Eragon nodded.

"Those games are fun but I'm more of an RPG gamer myself. I enjoy games such as Assassin's Creed and the like."

Louis walked in.

"Jared played those as well." He looked at Arya. "Have you ever given it a shot?"

She smirked.

"Yeah, I owned him."

Eragon snorted. She wasn't getting away with that.

"Whatever! You died every ten seconds because you were jumping off buildings."

The older couple laughed just as the doorbell rang. Louis stood and headed out of sight toward the door. Moments later he called for Jamie.

"Did you order dirt?"

Jamie stood.

"Yes. I was planning on fixing up the garden."

She smiled apologetically at them and made her way to find her husband, leaving them alone. Arya pushed away from him but he just chuckled and kept his arm around her waist. He knew she was furious and he would pay for this later, but it was totally worth it. He was under her skin. Suddenly she slammed her fist into his side. He winced and fought back a yelp. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jamie step into the room. In the position they were in, it would look like they were fighting. She was still glaring and he looked in pain. So, to avoid this and to get her back for punching him, he did the stupidest thing he could've possibly done in the situation.

With swift motions he held her chin in one hand and pulled her to him. Her eyes widened in surprise and shock but it was too late to stop. Their mouths collided and the electricity and fire that shot through his veins was numbing. She hadn't made any move yet, but when she did, it was completely opposite of what he expected. Her lips moved against his. Hesitant, he moved with her. One of her hands gripped his shirt and he pulled her closer. Just then, she pulled away. It wasn't a jerk away, but he knew that's what she wanted to do by the look in her eyes. It seems she knew that Jamie was now in the room and was careful not to give them away. He smiled at her but since Jamie couldn't see her, Arya gave him a death glare. He was so older woman sat down again.

"You two make such a wonderful couple."

Arya smiled.

"Thank you."

Jamie grinned and studied them.

"You know, I don't recognize you two. Are you here on vacation?"

Arya answered her.

"Yes. We had to get away from everything for a bit."

Jamie nodded knowingly.

"I totally understand that. That's actually why we moved out here. Are you staying near here?"

"We're at the Southern Hill Inn a few miles south."

"Ah, very good place to stay. Have you been out on the lake?"

"Well we actually planned to today but with this rain, it'll have to wait until next time."

"Such a shame."

Arya nodded.

"Yes. We've heard it's wonderful though."

"It is."

Just then Louis returned.

"If you guys come back give us a call. I have a boat you can take out."

Eragon grinned.

"Definitely. Thanks Louis."

They continued their conversation for over an hour before a beeping sound distracted Jamie. She got up.

"That would be your clothes. Come with me." The woman led them through the house to a laundry room. She pulled out their clothes and handed it to them. "You can change in that same room."

They thanked her again and then made there way back. As soon as the door closed, Arya turned to yell at him.

"What the hell was that!"

He frowned.

"What?"

She rolled her eyes and he grinned mischievously.

"Still thinking about it? Was I that good?"

She looked like she wanted to rip out his throat but settled for turning away.

"Hurry up and get dressed."

Once they'd both changed back into their own clothes, they made their way back to the couple. Arya smiled sweetly.

"Thank you so much for your hospitality, Jamie, Louis. I wish we could stay longer but we need to start packing so we can be out of the hotel at eight."

Jamie walked over and hugged her.

"Oh don't worry dear, we totally understand."

Eragon watched amused as Arya stood awkwardly, not exactly knowing how to react to the woman. Eragon on the other hand hugged the older woman back with a grin.

"Those pancakes were to die for. Thank you so much."

Jamie stepped back and gave him a motherly pat on the cheek.

"You're are a kind man, Eragon."

He became serious.

"Thank you, ma'am."

They both shook hands with Louis who handed them his business card.

"Seriously. If you're ever in town, take me up on that offer. My boat's one of the best out there and I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

They thanked them one last time and then exited the back door. The pouring rain had turned to a light drizzle and Eragon lifted his face towards it as they walked. He looked back to find that the couple was watching from their doorstep and waved before taking Arya's hand in his own and smiling at her.

"That was so much fun."

She couldn't do anything but smile sweetly and stay in character while Jamie and Louis watched. But as soon as they got out of sight, she ripped her hand from his and shoved him into the closest tree, her hand at his throat.

"Don't ever do that again."

Her eyes burned with rage and he tilted his head, leaning close to whisper in her ear.

"Don't start what you can't finish. I wouldn't have done anything if you hadn't started making me sound like a lazy ass."

She continued to glare at him and he winced as one of the knobs in the tree pressed into his spine. With a quick movement, he knocked her hand to the side and ducked under her. He tried to put her in a hold but she was too quick and managed with little effort to pin him again. This time his back was pulled against her and his arms were held at painful positions. Her head was right next to his and when she spoke, anger filled her voice.

"Never. Again."

With that she shoved him away and started back at a jog.

-A-R-Y-A-

She didn't exactly know why she was so angry. She'd had to kiss other agents in the line of duty and she hadn't had a problem. She pondered it as she ran and finally it came to her. Those times before, she'd always been in control. She called the shots and everyone knew it. But with Eragon, he was a wild cannon. She didn't know what to expect and he had a way of making everything work in his favor. And when he'd kissed her. . . . She frowned at the little jolt that shot through her at the memory and continued on.

His lips were teasing and he knew when he did what he did, that she didn't want him to at all. Still, when she thought back, she had a hard time remembering if she kissed him back because she heard Jamie return or if she just kissed him because it was unlike any kiss she'd ever- She cut herself off. No, that's ridiculous. Stop being stupid Arya. Obviously it was because she heard the older woman enter the room.

They made it back in good time and she briefed Saphira on what happened so that she could make their cover identities and set it up. Arya the ignored anything Eragon said as she led him to the Tumble room. A class was just leaving when they arrived and Eragon said hi to a couple people. Only a few weeks here and he already knew more of the people than her. Brilliant. They spent the next hour and a half running through drills and despite her annoyance at having to admit it, he was getting good. At this point, he could jump and roll flawlessly each time and he could flip with precision. He could run up walls and pull himself up with little effort.

Just then, he sprinted at a fifteen foot wall and glided up perfectly. He stood tall and held out his arms.

"Wala!"

"Get down Eragon."

Just then, Saphira burst into the room. Her face was serious.

"Hey you two are needed in Ajihad's office."

Arya frowned.

"What's going on?"

Eragon jumped down and rolled to a standing position. Saphira waved away her question.

"You'll see. Come on."

It took ten minutes to arrive in Ajihad's office and when they arrived her mother, Nasuada, and several leaders were waiting. The computer screen was facing them and Ajihad had a stressed look on his face. Arya ignored her mother and questioned him.

"What is it?"

Instead of answering, he pressed play on the screen. The scene that folded out before her made her insides crawl in horror. It showed a small village with people going about their day. Suddenly, gunfire erupted around them and as the people screamed, running for their loved ones, masked figures sprinted in and started to fire without prejudice at anything that moved. As bullets hit their targets, they exploded. Fire spread from house to house as men, women, and children alike were gunned down without mercy. The video paused but it was not over. A voice spoke.

"Detta är din provkörning. Du har fyrtio åtta timmar till kontakta oss och gör ett köp innan vi går vidare till nästa köpare ." (This is your trial run. You have forty-eight hours to contact us and make a purchase before we move on to the next buyer)

Arya was disgusted for she understood what was being said. Another man responded.

"Vi kommer att ta två hundra av kanonerna. Jag skickar en man att slutföra affären. Och gör inget misstag, du lura mig och Durza kommer att slita ut din kära hjärtan." (We will take two hundred of the guns. I am sending a man to complete the deal. And make no mistake, you double-cross me, and Durza will rip out the hearts of your loved ones).

Ajihad stopped the video and looked at her, then Eragon. She looked at Eragon as well and what she saw surprised her. His was in shock. He was staring at the screen without breathing. Ajihad tried to get his attention.

"Eragon."

When he didn't answer, she touched his arm.

"Eragon?"

He jolted and then looked at her. His eyes were haunted in a way that actually hurt to see. He took a deep breath and then without a word, turned and walked out of the room. Saphira turned to follow but Ajihad stopped her.

"Hold on. We need to get this prepared. We have a limited window of opportunity to nab Durza. We're also planning on taking out the arms dealers who did this so that shortens our time even more. Arya, will you be ready to go in an hour?" She nodded. Ajihad looked towards the door. "We need him on this too."

She raised her eyebrows and then shook her head.

"No way in hell. He isn't ready for something like this."

"Arya, already he is more skilled than anyone else here. Besides you of course. I need him to go too."

"He isn't ready! Did you see his face? He. Isn't. Ready."

Ajihad sighed sadly.

"If only we had the time to prepare him. I know he's not completely ready, but there isn't much we can do. Go speak with him and see if he's alright, then report to me."

She wanted to argue but she felt like it would be worthless. The decision was made. She walked out of the room and Saphira followed, pulling out her lap top in the process.

"Here, we can find out where he went."

Opening the security cameras, they followed Eragon through the halls and saw that he was in the private gym room. He was beating furiously on the punching bag, his hands not wrapped. She could already see blood dripping from his hands. Saphira shut her computer and they made their way through the building, reaching the gym after several minutes. They walked quickly to the room and then closed the door behind them. Eragon heard nothing as he pounded continuously on the bag. Saphira stepped forward to stop him but Arya held her back.

"Let him work it out."

"But he's bleeding."

"A little blood never hurt anyone."

Saphira looked upset but she kept back and waited with her as Eragon continued his abuse of the equipment. After ten more minutes, he finally stepped away and dropped his hands to his side. They were raw and bleeding from everywhere that the skin had tore open. Saphira walked forward slowly.

"Eragon."

He didn't respond except to look at the floor. Saphira went to him and hugged him tightly. He took a moment but then wrapped his arms around her. His eyes though, they remained cold. Horrified in a way that was hard to look at. Suddenly he was looking at her. His eyes seemed to pierce her soul as she stood and watched them. After a few minutes, Saphira let him go and spoke quietly. She asked if he was alright and then continued to talk to him. All the while, Eragon's hands dripped with blood. She walked towards him and took his arm, pulling him behind her and then sitting him on the bench. She didn't meet his eyes as she retrieved medical supplies from a cabinet across the room.

When she returned, Saphira was sitting next to him. Suddenly a ping from her iPad that was always in her back pack had her pulling it out to look. She sighed and looked at Eragon.

"I need to go help plan this but I'll come and speak with you later."

He nodded hollowly. As Saphira left, Arya knelt before him and took one of his hands in hers, pouring antiseptic onto a cloth before pressing it to his skin. He barely registered the pain. She repeated the same on the other one, cleaning the blood off of his knuckles.

"Eragon, talk to me."

When he didn't she was silent so she could wrap gauze around his hands and tape them. Usually she'd just make him deal with the pain and let them heal over time. But if he was going on this mission with her, she needed him in perfect condition. And that included mentally. She held her hand under his jaw and made him look at her.

"Eragon, I know that is the worst thing you will ever see in your life and I'm sorry you had no warning. But right now, if we want to help them and exact justice, we need to move quickly. Durza is being sent to retrieve the weapons and we need to intercept them. Ajihad says you are to accompany me on this, but I need your A-game."

He watched her and as much as she wished she could look away, something in his eyes held her in place. The horror that he felt was still there, but the emotions that joined it were just as strong. She watched as a resolve entered him and anger filled his gaze. He narrowed his eyes at her.

"You realize that I will kill them?"

She knew he meant the people who had slaughtered that village.

"Yes. I do."

He studied her and then nodded.

"I'm in."

Ok, first of all, I'm super sorry if I butchered that language in any way. I actually don't even know what it is because I just went to a translator site and chose one at random. So yeah, sorry.

The Hero of the Dark: Ok I'll check those out. And you fight against Olympic athletes?

Silverwing: Lol no I made him up because I needed a random character. I used Pete because my brother's name is Peter. And it's not this chapter but it will be soon. And that's super awesome that she liked it! That's really nice of you.

Microbat98: Haha ok then thank you then that makes me feel better :D

Green Magic: Lol you make me chuckle.

Elvendiath: I'm totally fine wit that.And I was thinking about like mental stuff but idk what I would have him do really. I hope this chapter had enough ExA for ya ;)

Mahavia: Haha what now?! They already kissed! It wasn't like legit but they still did kiss :)

Tamerlain75: They will use guns and knives. Swords don't really have a place here I don't think. And I'm thinking about that but I think it's just going to be him becoming stronger to the point that he's as good as Arya.