Travels_Beyond

This is my first fanfic, so please don't scream at me if it's not that good. My favourite Characters of Tamora Pierce are Daine and Numair, that is why this story is based on them.

Disclaimer - Everything included here belongs to Tamora Pierce, and I claim no credit for them. I only own the plotline of the story, nothing else at all. Plaese don't sue me, I'm not making money off this at all.

Please read this after the 4th book of the "Immortals" series, "The Realms of the Gods". This tales part after the Epilouge, and does not follow up with the "Protector of the Small" series.

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Daine walked closer to Numair, snuggling under his arm as they took a break from cleaning the messy remains of the battle. Making sure that they were out of earshot, she whispered to Numair, "I have to tell you about something. A few decisions I made in the Divine Realms."

Hearing the tone of seriousness in her voice, Numair led her to a deserted room while his black Gift spilled from his fingers to soundproof the room.

"No one can hear us now." Numair sat down on a nearby chair. "So what do you want to tell me?"

"First, about the Stormwings," Daine replied in a shaky voice. "The Gods wanted to banish them from the Mortal Realms forever."

"Isn't that what you wanted?" Numair asked. "Didn't you think they were evil? Or have you changed your mind after Rikash died?"

Daine shook her head with a pained statement on her face.

"Tell me maglet," Numair whispered gently. "What did you do?"

"I told them there was nothing wrong with Stormwings," Daine continued in a more stable tone, "And begged for them to let the Stormwings stay on in this realm, 'cause they probably won't cause any more trouble. Not much anyway."

Numair wrapped his large arms around Daine's slender form, hoping that would calm her down. "What's the other decision?"

Daine smiled. "Mithros and the others asled me if I wanted to become a Goddess and stay in the Divine Realms forever, or to remain human and restricted to this realm, and I, well, I chose..."

"What ?!" Numair practicly screamed in her ear. "Tell me, WHAT DID YOU CHOOSE?"

"Calm down Numair," Daine muttered. "Good thing you cast a spell, otherwise everyone would be rushing here."

Numair tried to use Daine's strategy of closing his eyes and counting to ten, waiting for his anger to decrease, and trying to fix his mind on something simple.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, Numair thought about Daine's stubborn yet pretty face, smiling at him happily, 6, 7.

He was interupted when sweet, warm lips pressed against his, surprising him at first. He quickly broke off the kiss, and asked Daine in a teasing tone, "What did you choose?"

"You," was Daine's simple reply, "I chose you. She leaned once agoin towards him.

Pulling back, Numair stated, "You were a word away from being a Goddess, and you chose me?"

This time, Daine grabbed him quickly and fiercely, gripping his shoulders in case he tried to escape again. When Numair found he had no way out, he deepened their kiss, causing Daine to release him. The kisses turned short and sweet, full of love and passion, when a croak-whistle brought them back to reality.

In walked an extremly angry Kitten, mad at being left out of all this fun,