A/N: Hey all! This is my first ToS fanfic,so, please, bear with me. This is a Regal/Presea. Before you dismiss it, know that she doesn't have the body of a twelve year old. Eww! She is really twenty-eight, so she has the body of a twenty-eight year old. How? Well, that will be explained it this chapter. And, we all know that Regal killed Alicia right? And that he loved her? Well forget the latter. That will be explained in later chapters as well. That is, if you all like it and want there to be later chapters. So, enough of my blabbing. Here is the fist chapter! Please, I beg of you, Read and Review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Tales of Symphonia. I can't afford to buy Namco, and wouldn't know what to do with it if I did.

Summary: Presea works as Regal's assistant at the Lezareno company. Will thier relationship stay strictly bussiness, or will it evolve into more than just a friendship? I know the title is Assistant, but not much of this story takes place at work. All characters are in this. What would it be without Lloyd and the gang? Parings are Lloyd/Colette, Sheena/Zelos, and, of course, Regal/Presea. This hasn't been yet, to my knowledge, and I think they could be a very interesting couple. For now, it is PG, but I'm almost positive the rating will go up to PG-13.

Well, here's the first chapter. Please R&R!

Chapter 1: Regal's Assistant

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Presea looked over the clipboard in her hand. All seemed to be in order. The shipments had gone out on time and nothing had been delayed. She scanned over it again and heaved a sigh of relief. Everything was on schedule.

Sitting down at her desk, Presea's thoughts turned to her surroundings. A desk, a laptop, a bookshelf filled to it's maximum capacity along one wall, a filing cabinet along another, a small table and couch in the center of the room, and a large picture window along another wall. Pretty standard, really, considering that she was now an assisitant.

She had been working at the Lezareno Company for almost a year now. A whole year. It had been almost a whole year since she and the others had united the two worlds. Presea felt herself smile as she remembered the days that had followed the uniting: Parties, laughter, dancing. Peace. Of course, for herself it had been a different story.

Presea had been terrified. She had been happy, too, of course. How could you not be happy when everyone else around you was happy? But, she had been scared. Not scared because the two worlds were now one after all those years of seperation, or of all the change that would take place- she could deal with that- but because of the fact that she would be alone again.

She had been alone before the journey, she had told herself, and she could do it again. But that had seemed ages ago. She had grown accustomed to having people near her; feeling wanted, feeling...loved. The fact that their journey together was now over- that they would no longer need to be together- had left Presea feeling more empty than she had felt since everyone had restored her soul.

But she didn't have to worry long, because on the third day of the celebrations, Regal had approached her. The last time she had spoken with him had be a top the Lezareno company, so she had been slightly apprehensive, figuring that he would ask her something about her 'true age'. But instead of asking her about her age, he asked her if she wanted a job at his firm.

She had nearly fallen over. Why in all of Tethe'alla would Regal want her to work for him! Presea had been tempted to ask him if he was feeling ill, but had decided against it. Now she wouldn't have to be alone, and she would have a job, a purpose in this new world. So she had merely nodded her head up and down, and Regal had told her to report to his office the next morning at eight o'clock sharp.

Presea gave a small chuckle at the memory, imagining what her face must have looked like. If it had looked anything like she had felt, it would have been something to see.

Still smiling, Presea stood from her desk and walked towards the large window across the room. From it she could see a large portion of the Altamira beach, so it had quickly became her favorite asset of the room. When she could find the time, Presea would sit at the picture window, watching the waves crash against the sand and then melt back into the waters, simply enjoying the fact that she alive.

Seeing as she had some free time on her hands now, Presea plopped herself down on the bench. She didn't watch the ocean this time though. Instead, she pulled a letter out of the breast pocket of her pink blazer and unfolded it.

Smoothing out it's creased form, she re-read it for what must be the hundreth time. It was a short letter that simply stated that her friends were coming for a visit, and that they should be in Altamira today or tomorrow, but it was more than just a advanced warning to Presea.

To Presea it was knowing that she would get to see everyone again. Lloyd, Colette, Sheena, Zelos, Genis, Raine- the entire gang was coming. Although it was going to be great to see her friends again, the thought that excited Presea the most was her friends getting to see her. She did look much different, after all. She now looked her age.

She now looked twenty-eight.

That simple fact made Presea feel as if she could jump over the moon. It was still hard for to belive it, though. All those years...All those long, same-after-same years that she had thought were impossible to recover, had been found. Well, not memory wise, but body wise, and that was enough for Presea.

And she owed it all to one man.

She recalled the day that Regal he had strutted into her office and asked if her if she had ever wondered what it would be like if she looked her age. Presea had responed with a look that said 'Every day of my life', and so he then explained that she wouldn't have to wonder anymore. Regal then proceeded to tell her he'd found a solution to her problem. A key crest. But not just any key crest, a special one, infussed with power from a great dwarf.

Presea remembered with a small smile that she had been so shocked at first that she could only gape at Regal, but after a moment she had found her voice and asked him how he had found all this information out. Her smile broadened as she recalled Regal's reply, which had been a sly smiled and the words: he had his ways.

A long week after his announcement, Regal had called her into his office and handed her the key crest. It was in the form of a necklace, with a delicate gold chain, and a small, glowing blue stone, which was held in place with a gold clasp. Presea had been so excited that she was nearly hoping up and down, which was really out-of-character for her.

As she had reached out for the necklace, she remembered Regal pulling it slightly out of her each (which hadn't been very hard, considering that she was about three feet shorter than he was) and telling her that it would only take a week for the transformation to take place. Presea had once again been shocked, realizing that it would take only a week to reverse what had taken many years. Regal had then stressed the fact that it would not be without pain. Not great, earth shattering pain, but pain none the less. Despite the pain factor, Presea had still wanted to go through with it, and he had respected her decision and handed over the key crest.

And, it had hurt, Presea recalled. Sometimes, she would feel as if someone was at each end of her, pulling with all their might. Though that only happened a couple of times, each one resulted in Regal sending her back to the hotel, her home at the time. Mostly it was just musle spasms, and Presea was grateful for that. She wasn't sure she could have beared the other for a whole week.

The actual transformation from girl to woman, though, went from one dramatic to the next. The first day, she woke up, and still looked twelve. That day she went to work dissapointed, and went to bed as soon as she returned home.

But the next morning she woke up and felt slightly different. She went over to the mirror, and noticed, for the first time in her life, she had a bust. And, of course, it didn't stop there. Over the next few days, she shot up from four feet, four inches, to five feet, five inches. She aged, as well. Her face went from the innocent face of a child, to the mature face of a young woman.

By the end of that long week, she looked to be about twenty five, give or take a few years. She had been so ecstatic that she had ran up every flight of stairs in Lezareno, threw open the door the Regal's office without knocking, and embraced him with all her might. She had thanked him many times that day, and many times after. All the pain had been worth it.

"Have you seen the Thoda Island file?" a voice asked from inside her office.

Presea, jerked from her thoughts, looked up to find Regal Bryant standing in the middle of her office. Not that she was surprised. She had recognized his voice almost instantly.

"I'm sure I have," she replied with a hint of laughter in her voice. She stood up, placed the letter back into the breast pocket of her jacket, and walked over to the filing cabinet. After a brief moment, she selected the file Regal was interested in.

"Thank you." Regal took the file Presea offered him and began sifting through it's contents.

"How is the meeting with the new client going?" Presea questioned, sitting down on the couch.

"Very well. He is interested in turning Thoda Island into more of a tourist attraction. Which, in my professinal opinion, is a very good idea. It has outstanding potiental," replied Regal, rearranging the content of the file. "Could you prepare us some coffee?" A question, not a statement.

Presea hid her smile. Him, the president, asking her, the assistant, to make some coffee. It was, after all, her job. But he had always treated her that way. More like a friend instead of an employee.

"I'll bring the coffee in in just a moment," she answered. "But, before I go, I need to know something."

"What do you need to ask me?" He was still rummaging through the file, so he barely even lifted his head.

"Are you going to be staying late tonight?" He had been staying at the company later than usual, working on files, and Presea wanted to know if he planned on doing the same this evening.

The question took Regal by surprise. He stopped flipping through the file and looked up at her. "What? Why?"

"Because," she started, motioning for him to follow her. "Everyone may be arriving today." She walked through the door to her office and down the hall. She stopped at the coffee station and put some coffee in a filter. "Remember?"

"Yes, I remember," he replied, sitting the file down and filling the pot up with water. "To answer your question, I do not plan on staying late this evening. I would like to welcome our guest properly."

"As would I," Presea agreed, moving to lean against the coffee table. "And Regal?"

"Yes?" He turned from the sink, holding the coffee pot.

"Who's making the coffee?" she asked, a smile slowly spreading across her face.

"Oh." Looking slightly embarrassed, Regal handed Presea the pot full of water. "I'll, uh, I'll be in my office." He straightened up, picked up the file, and strode off toward the direction his office.

Presea watched as he rounded the corner, shook her head, and set the coffee pot in it's place and turned it on. As she waited for it to get done, she thought about how much the world had changed. Magitechnology was now abundant. Because of that, they now had computers. Well, they had always had computers, but now they could use them without the fear of mana shortages. And for the company, that was a life saver. Now they no longer needed to spend hours writing things down by hand, just type it into the computer. Which reminded Presea, she needed to speak to Regal about copying some of the portfolios into the system.

Regal Bryant. Now there was someone who had changed since the uniting of the world. No longer bound be his shackles, he could now actually use his hands. He had cut his hair as well, though it it still hung below his shoulders, and he sported suits in place of the rags he had called clothing before. But he still must be working out on a regular basis, Presea mused, because he had a body that was to di- Wait a minute! His body? Since when did Presea care about Regal's body? He was her employer for heaven's sake! How inappropriate!

Looking down in embarrassment, Presea looked noticed that the coffee pot was full, so she busied herself with preparing it. She poured the hot, dark liquid into two cups, and placed them on a tray. She put two sugar cubes and cream in one and left the other black. She knew how Regal liked his, but not the client. She then grabbed some packets of sugar and some creamer, and headed towards Regals' office, leaving her inappropriate thoughts behind her.

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A/N: Well, there you have it! Chapter number one! What did you think? Like it? Love it? Hate it? Let me know! To do that, you must review! Please do! Lloyd and everyone else shows up in the next chapter. If you all like it, and want there to be a next chapter. I hope you do! Well, nothing left but to, yep, you guessed it, review!