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Tammy Fanfic: Like an old lover (G)

Title: Like an old lover
Rating: G
Series: A Rogue by any other name ... [3]
Prompt: #3 (Is it a grove or is it a rut) from 31_days 
Summary: George is tempted by old passtimes.


The first time George realised his days had begun to take on a pattern, he went out and scoped out a few interesting merchant’s houses; like he used to do in the old days. Of course he made sure Alanna never found out. And it wasn’t as if he actually stole anything. He just missed the excitement, of not knowing what was coming around the corner.

Every morning, he woke up and greeted his wife and children, had breakfast, and tried to sneak in a little lovin’ during morning practice. Now there wasn’t anything wrong with that. He loved his wife and children more than anything else in the world. More even, than how much he loved the Rogue.

But after that, most days he’d sit down at his desk and tackled the stack of reports that magically appeared in the middle of the night. When he couldn’t stomach any more talk of codes and secrets, or worse how much provisions Pirate’s Swoop had gone through, he went out among the people of Pirate’s Swoop. It pleased him to walk amongst his people, talking to them, getting to know them and taking care of their troubles. It was after all, something he did as a Rogue too. A good Rogue, as well as a good Baron, needed to know his people like the back of his hand.

Sometimes he’d get to go out and do the legwork behind all those reports he has to read and write. A spymaster’s job certainly is not dull or boring: pretending to be someone else; sifting through lies and tall tales to get to the truth of a matter; chasing down a marked man, wanted by the King. It was dangerous and exiting enough for the most part. But lately, even the spy business had become predictable. It was all about Scanrans this and Scanrans that. The Yamanii were allies, so there wasn’t much to do there except keep tabs. The Copper Isles weren’t much of an issue anymore after Aly. It was all about which Scanran warlord killed which other warlord to consolidate his power. No one wanted a repeat of Blayce and his metal monstrosities.

Back in the Rogue, a new threat would come up most every year or so, if not more often. The players changed constantly. Peace never lasted for long. It was dangerous work dealing with the new comers, but it was also exhilarating. He’d had fun taking care of anyone who stood in his way or tried to knock him down. The rush that he got through his veins, the pounding that started in his heart, was an old and welcome friend. He missed it – that rush that coincided with youthful confidence. It felt like he was on top of the world. Yes. Even after all these years, he missed the Rogue. It was like an old wild lover you could never quite forget. You knew she was bad for you, but you couldn't help but think about her when you started to feel like you’re in a rut.

George tried to shake off the nostalgic memories of the good old days when he was young and brash. Telling himself that this was the height of stupidity, he forced himself to back off from the edge of the roof. Those horse merchants would have to wait to be relieved of their burden by some other rogue, on some other night.