I Know You!

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 5th September 2013

Characters: J'ackt, Jeyme
Description: Recognition causes panic
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 3, day 1 of Turn 7

J'ackt

Jeyme

Ever since he'd made that deal with N'vanik, Jenackt was finding it
harder and harder to keep to himself. Not only did he now have lessons
for the very first time in his life, but his chores had expanded as
well. It was next to impossible to find any quiet time. He'd always
been active, but shaffit, not to this level. And the other
candidates....they all seemed to have stars in their eyes about the
whole Impression thing. He hadn't attempted to be friendly; he was

growing convinced that whole lot were all barking mad.

Tired, he finally managed to find a quiet corner in the dining cavern.
He wasn't hungry, but at least he could rest for a moment in relative
quiet.

Jeyme was alone for her meal today, usually she went with a group of
her fellow Weyrlings, but with her schedule of chores that day she had
not been able to break away with the rest of them. Joining the line at
the service table, she made quick work of dumping some things onto her
plate and adding a fresh cup of klah to her tray. **Now, to find a
nice, quiet place to relax.** She thought, and immediately set out for
one of the quieter corners of the Dining Cavern.

When she arrived at a barely inhabited table, she automatically spoke,
"Is this seat - EEK!"

The tray dropped from her hands, clattering noisely to the floor as
her klah began to seep along the stone floor.

"Ah, shaffit!" She grumbled, waving off assistance as she threw the
remains of her food back onto the tray, and thumped the tray down on
the table.

"It's you!" Jeyme said, quieter this time as she stared at Jenackt,
the very one who had once held her at bay with a blade. Why was he at
the Weyr? How had he come so far?

He looked up, blinked and rose so quickly that his knee slammed
against the table and a foul curse burst out of his lips in pain. He
recognized the girl and damn it to bloody blazes, she had recognized
him. His face paled and he glanced around quickly. His voice was
strained. "Don't." He held out his hand. "Please."

At the word 'please', Jeyme sat down sharply on the bench, her brow
still furrowed, "How did you get here?" She demanded. It had been a
good ways out into the Emerald Falls territory when she had first ran
into the rogue man wielding a sword.

He glanced around, making sure no one was paying too much attention to
them before turning to face her. His eyes flicked to her knots. So,
she was a rider. Unexpected, all considered. But completely unexpected
to find someone who recognized him...and unlucky. So he spoke quickly.
"I was found and brought here." His voice was a whisper. "I'm...I'm
trying to be different. Please. Don't ruin it."

Jeyme still had one eyebrow raised speculatively, but she remained in
her seat and tried to ease the thrumming of her heart, "Shards, you
nearly gave me a heart attack." She released a breath, her shoulders
visibly relaxing. The greenrider remembered how determined Sarban and
those other Emerald Falls men had been to catch the young man before
her, and part of her chuckled at their failure.

"Not the first time for that." He didn't laugh, nor did he smile; he
was still looking warily at her. His hand was clenched under the desk,
nails biting into his palm until he felt the sting of broken skin. He
felt helpless, utterly at the mercy of her whim. Would she say
something? Would she not? And he hated it, but could do nothing about
it. Absolutely nothing.

Out of all of the people on Pern that could be brought to the Weyr,
what were the odds that she and the holdless vagrant would be at the
same Weyr? Running her fingers nervously through her hair, her eyes
flickered up to the man, "Are you still going by Jenasom?"

His face paled even more and he glanced around before speaking softly.
"That's not my name. My name is Amitko."

"Amitko." She tried that name on her tongue, "I'll have to remember
that. It would be.. er.. awkward if I were to call you the wrong
name."

}:Why does the Candidate make you nervous?:{ Quinneth wondered curiously.

**Eh, I knew him before I Impressed you, my love, nothing to worry about.**

His eyes narrowed at her and he felt the stings on his palm again.
"Yes. It would." He looked away, then down at his palm and grimaced
before hurriedly grabbing a napkin and stuffing it into his fist to
stop the trickles of blood. He took another slow breath. "Look, I'm
not supposed to know anyone here, except people who have met me at the
weyr. So...go away...or something."

"You could be a little nicer since I could bring your whole world
tumbling down!" Jeyme hissed, her eyes narrowed, her previous fear
momentarily abated. What was it with men? They all were so high and
mighty... and rude!

His head jerked back at the sudden hiss. He hadn't expected _her_ of
all people to stand up to him. She had been so timid and trembling
before. His spine stiffened and he spoke between his teeth in a parody
of a smile. "And I could have ran you through before but I didn't!" He
glanced around again and then ran his free hand through his hair. She
was right. His shoulders slumped slightly. "What do you want?"

"A little gratitude! This is _twice_ now that I have agreed to go
along with... with.. whatever it is that you are doing!" She hadn't
ratted him out before when she had run into him on the trail after her
runner picked up a rock, and she didn't plan on revealing his grand
secret now. Now that she _really_ knew that much about why the man was
so secretive.

He blinked at her in surprise. He'd never asked her to do anything the
first time, had he? And this time...she'd agreed to not say anything?
He just stared at her; women confused the blazes out of him. He
scratched his head again and then spoke uncertainly. "What kind of
gratitude? I don't have anything."

Jeyme rolled her eyes, "Just saying 'thank you' will suffice.
Gratitude isn't always about what you can give." Someone needed to
show this boy some proper etiquette. The wheels started churning in
the greenrider's head.

"Uh...Thank you?" He glanced around. "Now will you go away?"

"_Your welcome._" She stood, "I'll see you around... Amitko."

Last updated on the September 13th 2013

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