(A/n: hello! Thanks for all your wonderful reviews, you know I love them! I just realized that, even though I wasn't planning on a sequel, I actually have one in mind. I don't think I can make it a songfic though. Here it goes!

HAHAHA well good news. I found a song, but I don't know what it's called)

King Jonathan paced the deck of his ship in frustration and worry, rubbing his temples. Baird's son watched him with narrowed eyes, leaning against the rail, favoring his injured arm.

"And," Jon asked for the sixth time, "you're sure that you have no idea where she is?"

Neal closed his eyes glumly. "No, Highness. Last I saw here was just before our surrender. She was very opposed to it--"

Jon spun around. "What do you mean?" He said. "She was opposed to…"

"Surrender," Neal replied bitterly. "I've no idea what happened to her."

Numair tapped Jon on the shoulder. "You could ask the prisoner, Jon," the mage suggested.

The King nodded and walked briskly to the bow of the ship, where the Scanran captain was bound and guarded. The soldiers surrounding him bowed as Jonathan approached.

"You," Jon said, indicating the prisoner. "What's your name?"

The Scanran spat on the deck. "Larvin Kohl, 'f'it please."

Jon nodded. "During your attack, Larvin…Do you recall a woman with red hair aboard?"

The captain grinned. "Ye, I seen 'er. Lively one, in'n she?"

Jon looked away, towards the endless stretch of bucking waves and spray-laden wind. "Where is she?" Jonathan's question came as a whisper, one that they had to strain to hear.

Larvin sucked a tooth in thought. "An' what do I get for tellin' ye?"

One of the guards nudged the man with the toe of his boot, growling something about courtesy to the king.

"Oh! The King I'm speakin' to?" Larvin exclaimed, eyes lighting. "So, am I right t' suppose that yon red-haired mistress ye speak of is th' champion?" Everyone's silence confirmed Larvin's suspicions. "Well, I can tell ye' that she warn't aboard by th' time we get 'em. Must've…Jumped." He smiled wickedly. "Nasty weather, t'was. Wiv waves higher'n yer head! Foolish lass." Cackling, he continued. "But I s'pose if ye wanted t' find 'er, ye could get yer best swimmers to search to bottom…" One of the soldiers kicked him lightly as Jon walked away, head spinning. Numair grabbed his arm.

"She jumped?" Jon croaked, staring desperately at the waves.

"You're acting crazy Jon," Numair told him. "We need to take to land."

Neal stood and went over the ship captain, conveying Numair's orders. Soon, the ship was on its way to Frasrlund.

oh god you're still alive - I'm glad to see you again

oh I'm really scared, I swear that I failed to know
I hear you say that I never seemed to love you
and when I'm asleep I don't want to hear you

Jon sat with his head in his hands next to the fire. He had asked everyone to leave him alone. After a while, the silence started to ring in his ears, as guilt at away his insides. When he had gotten Alanna's message three days ago, right before she was attacked, he had made all haste to Port Caynn, where a battleship was waiting. With him were Numair, Buri, and a company of soldiers. Soon they had caught the Scanran fleet and, with the help of Numair's magic, overtaken them. On board were the Tortallan prisoners, save one. Jon had searched everywhere for Alanna. Now she was gone. And, no matter what way you spun it, it was Jon's fault.

and I don't know that I saw you drown
and I don't know what I saw
and I don't know.... you drowned

As darkness fell upon Frasrlund, Numair came to join his King.

"How long are we staying here, Jon," he asked.

"I don't know."

"Tell me what happened."

"Nothing."

Numair sighed and shifted positions. "This had to have been more than just a argument over furloughs," the taller man prodded. Jon groaned.

"It really should stay a secret." He mumbled.

"It would offend her memory," Numair argued. "There has to be a plausible reason that she would…you know."

Jon inhaled sharply and audibly. "It was about something that happened…A while ago. She thought that she should tell George, but I didn't want to confront it."

Numair made a silent inference that it was related to Alanna and Jon's past relationship, and let it rest, for the time being.

oh you never saw, I bleed to keep you unknown
no you would never know, what I felt: left all alone
and I lied to please the crowd that I belong to as well
and I lied

Jon once again asked for privacy as he retired to his tent and readied for a sleep that he knew would be disturbed by grief and torment. He reached over to put out his lantern when he heard a horse's nicker and footsteps. The King banished this, and turned over to face the opposite direction of the opening of his tent. Several moments later, the flap opened quietly, almost as if a breeze had blown in. Jon stiffened and started to turn, reaching for his sword in the same movement.

"Calm down, Jon," a familiar voice said. "It's just me."

Jon shook his head in disbelief and used his magic to light the branch of candles in his tent. There, standing in from of him, was Alanna. She looked tired and worn, but miraculously alive.

"It can't be," Jonathan whispered hoarsely.

Alanna smiled. "That's what I thought too. But, I've been making my way along the coast, borrowing things from surrounding farms…"

Jon sprang out of bed. "Why did you jump?" He asked softly, caressing Alanna's cheek with his thumb.

Alanna looked down. "I though you of all people would know how stubborn my pride is. I couldn't bring myself to get captured."

Jon laughed. "I…I'm sorry, Alanna." He backed away regretfully. "If you want to tell George about what happened, then I'll tell Thayet--"

"It doesn't matter, Jon," Alanna reassured him. "I don't care anymore."

crawl out and share the love
I can't explain the anger and that once I used to know
That I was the one who tried to escape
Tried to hold you back in my head

Numair poked his head into Jon's tent, after hearing the King's laugh. His eyes widened. Before him, Alanna and Jon were embracing. Alanna. In the flesh.

"Where did you come from?" He demanded, startling the two.

Alanna grinned recklessly. "Well, I swam to shore, with a little help from the Goddess," she chuckled fondly. "And took supplies from unknowing farmers, making my way here. It wasn't hard." She corrected herself after seeing Numair's skeptical look. "Well, it wasn't too hard."

and I didn't want to hurt you
and I didn't want to hear you
and I didn't want to leave you
and couldn't even reach you
and I lied - so I lied - never lied