This is a story that my friend PhantomBowtie and I made in 2009.
DISCLAIMER: neither PhantomBowtie or I own the Dresden Files
Ha! Thomas was finally asleep! Now I Had a chance of getting the beer that he had kept away from me for the past two days. Not that I rely wanted one but you have to admit that when you are not allowed to do something it is funner to do it then; then when it is allowed. Because I have refused to wear the pink girls slippers I now walked across the floor in white lacy stockings Thomas insisted I wear.
"Just you wait..." I muttered as my feet shuffled over the carpet. I looked up at the fridge, inside I knew Thomas was keeping Mac's brew. If only I could reach the handle... I stretched my arm up as far as I could but I couldn't reach it. Surely I hand't been this short as a kid. This time I jumped for the Fridge handle but my miniature hand hardly brushed it.
"Shit," I cursed in my kid voice. That only made my mood worse; nothing I said now sounded dramatic anymore. Bob had been no help, he didn't know how to turn me back to my regular age or at least didn't try very hard to. But maybe he could help me become silent enough not to wake Thomas as I drag a chair across the room. Maybe then I could get my beer.
I shuffled across the floor and found my by candle light to the trapdoor leading down to my laboratory. The carpet had been pulled back and the trapdoor was already open. I looked down the steps then dodged out of the way as Mister bounded up to sit next to me.
"Freaking bobcat." I said pushing his furry tail out of my face. Now that i was the size of a four-year-old Mister seemed to be the size of an actual African Lion and would probably scare the hell out of any normal kid. Once again I looked down the seemingly endless steps that lead into my laboratory. This time Thomas wasn't going to help me down them. I jumped to the first step, fearing the worst. what could go wrong normally does around me. But later is better then sooner so I hoped that if everything would get worse it wouldn't happen now. I landed on the next step safely but I had to walk to the end of it before I could jump to the next. What a pain, I thought.
For one in my life I actually wished that the steps to my lab were clean. I tripped about five time on the way down and almost fell on my face when I tripped over a pile of Bob's Victoria Secret magazines. When I finally got to the floor I had reached the only place in my apartment the Thomas hadn't distroyed.