Author's Note:
Um… around the middle of September was when I got this idea, but have put off typing it for a month since I don't like doing big multi-chapter Fanfictions. Ah, but first let me tell you this whole story is an experiment for me anyway.
Disclaimer:
I own nothing, but the idea of turn Sadie into a guy and deciding to follow to Books in order. All chapters will be converted into Spencer's point of view.
Reference Note:
Any Quotes for this story are written in huge Italicized sections. This chapter is from The Red Pyramid. Now I need remind you, the page numbers the ones from the school book fair bought copy—not the store paperback. Some quotes may be slightly modified to fit the story. Any quoted words that were already italicized to begin with will be underlined.
Drops of Emerald
"It happened Christmas eve. We were in London for visitation with my brother, Spencer." Page 3, chapter 1 of The Red Pyramid, slightly altered for the fanfic's use.
Now I know I should be going on about how insane my brother is, but truth be told, he isn't insane. Carter isn't the smartest older brother I'd wished, but it was a good change for being stuck in England so long. Muffin seemed worse than, when I read the glowing hieroglyphs and had been able to say it in English and Egyptian and to find out your father just summoned Osiris and talks to a fiery red bloke and then gets swallowed up in a coffin-like thing. Great Christmas night with dad, Interrogator tries to bite my head off and such. I swear if I could if I would have smacked him. He thought I was insane or something, standard lying child I guess.
…
"You're being deported," The inspector announced. "You're to leave the country with in twenty-four hours. If we need to question you further, you will be contacted thought the FBI."
Carter's mouth fell open. He looked at me, and I knew I wasn't imagining how odd this was. The inspector had completely changed direction. He'd been about to arrest us. I was sure of it. And then out of the blue, he was deporting Carter! Even the other police officers looked confused.
"Sir?" the policewoman asked. "Are you sure—"
"Quiet, Linley. The two of you may go."
The cops hesitated until William made a shooing motion with his hand. Then they left, closing the door behind them.
"Hold on," Carter said. "My father's disappeared, and you want me to leave the country?"
"You're father is either dead or a fugitive son," the inspector said. "Deportation is the kindest option. It's already been arranged."
"With whom?" Gramps demanded. "Who authorized this?"
"With…" The inspector got that funny blank look again. "With the proper authorities. Believe me it's better than prison."
Carter looked too devastated to speak, but before I could feel sorry for him, Inspector William turned to me. "You too, boy."
He might as well have hit me with a sledgehammer.
"You're deporting me?" I asked. "I live here!"
"You're an American citizen. And under the circumstances, it's best for you to return home."
I just stared at him. I couldn't remember any home except this flat. My mates at school, my room, everything I knew was here. "Where am I supposed to go?"
"Inspector," Gran said, he voice trembling. 'This isn't fair. I can't believe—"
"I'll give you time to say good-bye," the inspector interrupted and frowned as if baffled by his actions."I—I must be going."
This made no sense, the inspector seemed to realize it, but he walked to front door anyway. When he opened it, I almost jumped out of my chair, because the man in black, Amos , was standing there. He'd lost his trench coat and hat somewhere, but was still wearing the same pinstripe suit and round glasses. His braided hair glittered with gold beads.
I thought the inspector would say something, or express surprise, but he didn't even acknowledge Amos. He walked right past him and into the night.
Amos came inside and closed the door. Gran and Gramps stood up.
"Yu," Gramps growled. "I should've known. If I was younger I would beat you to a pulp."
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Fraust," Amos said. He looked at Cater and me as if we were problems to be solved. "It's time we had a talk." page 42-43, chapter 4 of The Red Pyramid, slightly altered for this fanfic's use.
Thanks dad, that's one of the greatest Christmases, presents a child could want. Catch the sarcasm? I really hate it when something always goes wrong when I am with my brother and my dad. I kind of hate when that happens it just doesn't make me feel very much loved, by my dad and my brother that I only get to see twice a year up until the resent explosion of the Rosetta stone and all that fun.
[Oh shut up Carter you know that's true.]
Gah, I hate it when Gran and Gramps argued with Amos it got quite loud in the house. He even had the nerve to say that we were going to America with him, I don't even know the bloody bloke!
End Author's Note:
I know leave you here is rude, but I am just doing this one as bonus work as I already have to main multi-chapter stories being written right now, but one is on hiatus the other only has five or so chapters left before it is done and I have to start a new with the hiatus work. If you enjoyed reading the first part of this multi-chapter fanfiction please r & r, favorite, or follow. Thanks for taking the consideration to read this story.
Author's Note:
So I am awake and fully functional. Here is the second installment of Drops of Emerald. Don't tell anyone, but I enjoy writing this story already... Oh yeah Fall break ends 10/19 and schools starts up on 10/20. Such fun for me.
Disclaimer:
Let us see here: I only own Spencer and the idea of male!Sadie. Everything else is owned by Rick Riordan.
Extra Note:
Citing from the book is italicized. Any already italicized words are underlined.
Drops of Emerald: Chapter 2
"Please sit down," he told us.
And we all sat. It was the strangest thing—as if we'd waiting for his order. Even Gramps dropped his hand and moved round the sofa. He sat next to Amos with a disgusted sigh.
Amos sipped his tea and regarded me with some displeasure. That wasn't fair, I thought. I didn't look that bad, considering what we've been through. Then he looked at Carter and grunted.
"Terrible timing," he muttered. "But there's no other way. They'll have to come with me."
"Excuse me?" I said. "I'm not going anywhere with a strange man with biscuit on his face!"
He did in fact have biscuit crumbs on his face, but he apparently didn't care, as he didn't bother to check.
"I'm no stranger, Spencer," he said. "Don't you remember?"
It was creepy hearing him talk to me in such a familiar way. I felt I should know him. I looked at Carter and he looked is mystified as I was.
"No, Amos," Gran said trembling. "You can't take Spencer. We had an agreement."
"Julius broke that agreement tonight." Amos said. "You know you can't care for Spencer anymore—not after what's happened. Their my chances to come with me."
"Why should we go anywhere with you?" Carter asked. "You almost got into a fight with dad!"
Amos look at the workbag in Carter's lap. "I see you still have your father's bag. That's good. You'll need it. As for getting into fights, Julius and I did that quite a lot. If you didn't notice, Carter, I was trying to stop him from doing something rash. If he'd to me, we wouldn't be in this situation."
I had no idea what it is on about, but Gramps apparently understood.
"You and your superstitions!" he said. "I told you we want none of it."
Amos pointed to the back patio. Thought the glass doors, we can see the light shining on the themes. It was quite nice view at night, when you could notice how rundown some of the buildings were.
"Superstitions, it is?" Amos asked. "And yet you found a place to live on the east side of the bank of the river."
Gramps turned even redder. "That was Ruby's idea. Thought it would protect us. But she was wrong about many things, wasn't she? She trusted Julius and you, for one!"
Amos look unfazed. He smelled interesting—like Old tiny spices, Copal and Amber, like the instant shops in Convent Garden.
he finished his team look straight at Gran. "Mrs. Fraust, you know what's begun. Police are the least of your worries."
Gran swallowed. "You... you change that inspectors mind. You made him deport Spencer."
"It what is that or see the children arrested," Amos said.
"Hang on," I said. "You changed Inspector Williams mind. How?"
Amos shrugged. "It's not permanent. In fact we should get to New York in the next hour or so before inspector Williams begins to wonder why he let you go."
Carter laughed incredulously. "You can't get to New York from London in a hour. Not even in the fastest plane—"
"No," Amos agreed. "Not a plane." He turned back to Gran as if everything had been settled. "Mrs. Fraust, Carter and Spencer have only one safe. You know that. They'll come to the mansion in Brooklyn. I can protect them there."
"You've got a mansion," Carter said. "In Brooklyn."
Amos gave him an amused smile. "The family mansion. You'll be safe there."
"But, our dad—" page 44 though 46, slightly altered for the use of the fanfic.
I am simply stunned at my brother's calmness. I didn't think he would be so okay with all this and my Gran and Gramps as well.
"Hang on!" I protested.
Amos stood and wiped the crumbs off his jacket. He walked to the patio doors and stared out at the river. "The police will be back soon. Tell them anything you like. They won't find us.
"You're going to kidnap us?" I asked, stunned. I looked at Carter. "Do you believe this?"
Carter shouldered the workbag. Possibly he just wanted to be out of Gran and Gramps's flat. "How do you plan to get to New York in an hour?" he asked Amos. "You said, not a plane."
"No," Amos agreed. He put his finger to the window and traced something in the condensation—another bloody hieroglyph. Page 47 altered to fit the use of the fanfic.
"Its a boat." I said—then I realized I had translated out loud, which I wasn't supposed to be able to really.
"How did you—" Amos said as he peered at me over the top of his round glasses.
"I meant to say the last bit looks a lot like a boat," I blurted out. "But that can't be what you wrote. That'd be stupid."
"Spencer look!" Carter cried.
I pushed myself next to Carter at the patio. Down at the quayside, Cater was right their was a boat docked there. Just the boat wasn't any ordinary boat, it was an Egyptian reed boat, two torches where burning in the back, a big rudder was placed in back.
I whirled back to my grandmother. "Gran, please!"
She brushed a tear from her cheek. "It's for the best, my dear. You should take Muffin."
"Ah, yes," Amos said. "We can't forget the cat."
He turned towards the stairs. As if on cue, Muffin raced down in a leopard-spotted streak and leaped into my arms. She never does that.
"Who are you." I asked Amos. It was clear I was running out of options, but I at least wanted answers. "We can't just go off with some stranger."
"I'm not a stranger." Amos smiled at me. "I'm family."
And suddenly I remembered his face smiling down at me saying, "Happy birthday, Spencer." A memory so distant, I'd almost forgotten.
"Uncle Amos?" I asked hazily.
"That's right, Spencer," he said. "I'm Julius's brother. Now come along. We have a long way to go." Page 48, slightly altered for this fanfic's use.
End Author's Note:
And so this is where I leave you today right before the fifth chapter in The Red Pyramid. I thank you for reading.
Ah and I thank Rose-chan for her advice, and I shall try to follow it, but I may/may not do equal amounts each chapter. Depending on how I feel or how busy my schedule is, or if something occurs. Oh well... please do review, they brighten my day!