I managed to write this today. Hope you enjoy!
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Bed Time

It was late evening they were back at the tower. Dalamar yawned, and as Raistlin glanced at his way, blushed.

Raistlin gave a half smile and put a hand behind the boys head. "Maybe it's time you went to bed. It's been a long day," he said and started to guide the elf towards his room.

Dalamar protested. "I'm not tired!" He wasn't a baby, and it wasn't that late yet.

The mage's gaze became hard. "Don't argue with me. You are going to bed. You look like you can't keep your eyes open any longer," he said strictly.

The two arrived at the child's room and Raistlin opened the wooden door. He nudged his reluctant ward in and followed.

Dalamar pouted while Raistlin lifted him on the bed and went to get his sleeping clothes.

"Take of your clothes and change," Raistlin told, putting the night shirt and pants beside Dalamar.

The elf just pouted even more and crossed his arms defiantly. "No."

The older wizard narrowed his eyes. "You are acting like a baby," Raistlin said smirking. "You aren't a baby, are you?"

The boy's eyes went wide with shock and he shook his head quickly. "NO! I'm not! I'm big!" He puffed out his chest as if proofing his point.

"Really, now," Raistlin chuckled at the child's antics. "Well, if you think so then I assume you wouldn't be very happy if I had to help you change, am I right," he teased.

Dalamar quickly rid of from his dirty clothes and put the ones on the bed on.

Raistlin nodded in approval. "Now, under the covers." The reaction he got was nothing he had expected. Dalamar jumped down from the bed and bolted out from the room, before he had any time to do anything.

The wizard clenched his fists and snarled. He had no time for this! He had work to do. Raistlin went after the boy. This was the second time already that Dalamar had behaved like a spoiled brat.

//Three days ago//

"No! I won't!" Dalamar screamed. "You can't make me!"

"You will eat all what's on your plate!" the frustrated wizard told sternly. They were eating dinner, or Raistlin was. The elf boy refused to eat.

"But I don't like it! I hate broccoli and beans!" Dalamar said back, emphasizing every word by hitting the table with his hand.

Raistlin pursed his lips in a thin line, which didn't imply any good. "You will eat, even if I have to feed you myself," he grabbed the fork and took some broccoli from Dalamar's plate and took them in front of the boys face.

Dalamar drew back and turned his head away. "Nooo!" he yelled and swung his fist. It contacted with Raistlin's, who had leaned after the boy, cheek.

The elf watched in horror as Raistlin brought his hand to rub the spot Dalamar had accidentally hit him.

"I'm sorry, Shalafi! I didn't mean to…" Dalamar trailed of when Raistlin glanced at him angrily.

"Go to your room," he said in a low voice and rose from his seat. He had had enough of this. He didn't have time to argue with a stubborn elf child, who had even HIT him to top it all! Raistlin had more pressing matters to do.

He was just walking out from the dining area when two small hands clutching his waist stopped him. He looked down and found Dalamar clinging to him for dear life.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I really didn't mean to hit you! Please, don't be angry! I'll eat the broccolis! I promise!" Dalamar wailed, and looked pleadingly up at Raistlin with tears falling down his cheeks.

The mage gaped at the boy stunned. Then he sighed and put his hands onto Dalamar's shoulders.

"I'm not angry, just disappointed. I'm… sorry too," he said a little awkwardly. "Nonetheless, your behaviour was unacceptable. Do you understand?"

The child bowed his head in shame and nodded. Raistlin smiled and ruffled his hair softly.

"Good. I will let it slip through my fingers this time, if you promise to behave in the future," he gave a hard look to Dalamar.

"I promise," he said, wiping the tears from his eyes, and smiling broadly.

"Good boy. Why don't you finish you dinner then." Dalamar made a face despite his promise but went back to the table and ate without further complains.

//Present//

Raistlin decided that this time he wouldn't be so cold towards the boy. He didn't want to deal with a crying child again.

He headed for the lab in search of the boy. Raistlin noticed the door into the room was ajar. He was sure he had closed the door before going to dinner.

The wizard pushed the door all the way open and stepped inside, looking around. He didn't see anyone. Raistlin went further into the lab and started to look under every table.

Raistlin was just crouching down to look into a spacious cupboard when he heard shuffling nearby. He went after the noise and found Dalamar hiding in a corner between the wall and a shelve.

"Dalamar?"

The boy started and looked up, but quickly put his head down again.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked quietly.

Raistlin kneeled in front of the elf. "Yes, a bit," he admitted. "Why did you run off like that?"

Dalamar started to sniffle. "I… Didn't want to go to bed…"

"And why's that?"

The boy kept silent and started to fidget.

Raistlin let out an impatient sigh. "Just spit it out, Dalamar," he urged.

"Ijustwantedtospendsomemoretimewithyou!" Dalamar blurted out fast in one breath, and Raistlin was left to wonder what had been said.

"Would you repeat that, but more slowly this time," he beckoned.

"I just wanted to spend some more time with you…" Dalamar said shyly.

Raistlin was taken aback by the confession. He had expected the child to just want to show how a big boy he was and didn't need to go to sleep yet, and not the reason he had just told. But it felt oddly good to hear Dalamar that sought out his company that much.

"Oh, dear Dalamar. You could have just told me, and not to run away," he comforted the boy.

"I thought you would get mad."

"I wouldn't have. Well, if you so much want to stay awake and be with me then, how about I…" he paused for a second. "Read you a story?" the mage managed to say. He really wasn't the type of person to read childish texts but now, for the sake of Dalamar, he would.

Dalamar perked up at that, eyes sparkling. "Really?! You would?"

"Yes. Now stand up and go choose a book," Raistlin said and immediately the boy rose and ran out from the lab. But soon came back and hugged Raistlin tightly from the middle.

"Thank you, Shalafi!" he exclaimed and ran away again.

Raistlin chuckled and shook his head. The boy could me a handful at times.

He walked to the door, and this time locked it securely, before going after the excited Dalamar.

I'll write more when I get ideas. :)