Ok, this is an idea which has been floating round in my head for a couple of weeks now and it won't leave me alone. I think it stemmed from re-reading/watching Eragon and I just have a fascination as to how his and Arya's relationship would progress if they lived in present day so this is where this is sat.

This is just a prolouge, i'm testing the waters here. If you read this and you like it and would perhaps like to see more of it please leave me a review. Because I would like to continue this but am very aware of how AU it is. So please give it a chance and tell me what you think :)

Sometimes, something can feel so right, that it's wrong. When everything falls into place at the right moment, all at the same time, it's unnatural. Life is supposed to be a puzzle that is always being made, but there are those rare moments in time when more than one piece slots together, and these are the moments that inspire great things, novels are written about them, songs sung about them and cameras catch them. Fiction depicts them so often that people believe that they are destined to have them all the time. But the reality is far from it, these moments are rare, so rare that when they do actually happen most people will miss them. Only to realise much later on that something had happened, something profound that would shape their perceptions forever.

Luckily for him this moment did not escape his notice, he was aware of it with pristine clarity. By rights it was a moment that should have been a blur, it was loud, it was bright and he'd been drinking. But yet he could hear every beat to the music, the hum of it as it vibrated through the air and into his ears. The lights that flashed and blinked slowed until he could see each spectacle of light as if refracted off all the different surfaces. His head was spinning and he could feel the alcohol coursing through his veins igniting his blood and making him feel more alive than he had ever felt before. But all of these details which he could recall perfectly paled into insignificance next to the feeling of her.

His fingertips are brushing against her scantily clad body as she dances next to him; the cloth from her skimpy dress tickles his hands and sends shivers coursing up his arms to his torso. Her eyes held him captivated, their emerald orbs sparkling in the bright lights. Like two sparks of fire they hold his gaze, not letting him go. She moves closer still to him until his chest is brushing against hers; he thinks the sensations may just drive him crazy. The alcohol in his veins is overtaken by a surge of adrenaline and desire that sets every inch of him tingling, making him even more sensitive to her touch. He can smell her, that beautiful mind trapping scent of perfume and nature. Crushed pine leaves, he has no idea how he is able to determine this, as he has never been exposed to them. But his brain provides him with the answer, making each inhalation all the sweeter. He can taste her smell on his tongue whenever he takes a breath and he inches closer to savour it, commit it to his memory forever. Her eyes draw him back in again with a mischievous sparkle, pulling him in even deeper than he already is. He's in too deep and he knows it but he doesn't care, and as his eyes flicker down to her mouth he throws away all inhibitions.

Time stops as their lips meet, for a split second he can see everything, her eyes closing lazily as she leans up to meet him. The dancers around him, the thumping of the music reduced to a physical vibration reverberating towards him, he can see crystal clearly for the first time and can almost hear the clicking as more than one piece of the jigsaw slots into place. But then the second is over and time speeds up, whizzing by now in a blur of sensations and raw emotion. Her lips are soft and tilting her head she presses herself closer to him, he can taste the mint and alcohol on her breath or is it from his breath? He can't tell but he doesn't care, his fingers dig into her arms with a painful intensity and she lets out a gasp into his mouth, her lips curling into a smile against his own.

It could have lasted for a minute, it could have lasted forever. He could not fathom how much time had elapsed and nor did he want to. His mind was fixed firmly in the now, he would not allow it to dwell on images of the past nor drift to aspirations of the future, the here and the now was all that mattered and he was taking all he could get.

His taking would end however as the delicious lips were drawn away from his own. Eyes snapping open he caught one last glimpse of her emerald fires before they danced away from him into the throng of dancers, and like a fire extinguished in the dead of night they were gone.