Author's Note-Since this is a fanfiction of the movie Caligula (and the novelization by William Howard) and not meant to be an accurate portrayal of actual events, some liberties are taken in regards to historical fact. I know that in real life, Drusilla was the younger sibling, and that the Romans did not actually have giant lawn-mowers of death. Since the movie was historically inaccurate, this fanfic can be too.

That is all.

Julia Drusilla peeked into her mother's room with more than a little interest. Agrippina had not had time to play with her three-year old for the last few days, and the child had grown more and more perturbed. It would have been one thing if her usual nursemaids had been as attentive as usual, but even they were too distracted to coo over the girl enough to suit her liking. Drusilla had not been ignored from the day she was born, so the change in events frightened her even more than the screams that had emitted from the other side of the villa. The moment she was left alone in her room, she hurried to her mother's chamber as fast as her tiny, plump legs could carry her. The screaming had subsided by that time, and most of the commotion had died down. When Drusilla actually reached the imposing door, she became apprehensive. She wondered if her mother had died or if something equally tragic had occurred. If it had, it was probably due to that Tiberius that was always whispered about. She reasoned that if anything had caused her mother pain, it was probably that man? creature? thing? The door had been left ajar, due to all the activity, so the child gathered all her courage and tentatively looked inside. She saw her mother lying in bed holding something in a blanket. Agrippina looked alright, as did her husband and their numerous attendants. Drusilla pushed the door open even wider until she was noticed by her father. Agrippina was alerted to her presence, and summoned her to the bedside. Drusilla obeyed, and her father picked her up and sat her down next to her mother.

"Drusilla, darling" began Agrippina, weak but proud, "this is your new brother".

She shifted the small bundle, so Drusilla could see the sleeping baby's face. A brother. She knew what that meant. It meant having to share things, not having everyone pay her their complete attention, not being the only one on her mother's lap during the few precious hours a week they got to spend together. She glared at the little creature, who began to stir sleepily.

"You must take good care of him treat him gently."

"Like a cat?"

Her mother paused momentarily, until she remembered how well Drusilla behaved with the family pets.

"Yes, darling, treat him exactly as you would a cat."

This revelation cheered Drusilla up immensely, as anything that could be compared to cat was automatically something to like, at the very least. Her mother's next statement, however, confused the child to no end.

"He's going to be emperor one day"

Drusilla all but recoiled at the word. Wasn't The Tiberius an Emperor as well? Would the little kitten grow up into something like him (it?)? Maybe there are different kinds of Emperors she reasoned like how some cats like me to hold them and some cats bite me sometimes.

This thought relieved her, and uneasy feelings vanished the instant the baby woke up.

It didn't cry, but looked at its sister with as much interest as she had. In the moment their eyes met, Drusilla knew that she loved the child. Even if it did share her things and her attention, even if it did turn into a Tiberius, it was still hers to love and protect. She leaned forward and clumsily kissed its forehead.

"What's his name?"

"Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus" their father proclaimed, with a smile equaling his wife's.

Drusilla shrieked with mirth, as the newborn miraculously stayed quiet. "That's silly!"

"We shall call him Gaius" her mother explained patiently. "Now go back to bed and you can see him in the morning"

"I love you, Gaius" Drusilla announced with more solemnity than anyone would have thought possible coming from the rambunctious child.

"I love you" she repeated over and over to herself as she was led into her room.

"I love you"