A typical Bartimaeus fanfic where he finds out Nathaniel isn't really dead...but I'll try to make it as un-typical as possible. maybe some BartxNat slash later. Probably. Don't like, don't read. Please review! (Actually wrote this before my other fic.)
Bartimaeus
…AND I was back in the Other Place, allowing my essence to absorb the coolness and peacefulness I always felt when I was back home. I was united with the spirit world again. My essence would heal, though slowly, but that was nothing compared to my thoughts- they wouldn't be healing any time soon.
It was just like that pompous, self-centered little brat to go and sacrifice himself for me! Seeing as he himself had got me into this whole mess, seeing how many times I had saved HIS life, it should have been obligatory. But no. Always the drama queen, right up to the very end.
You've been a good servant…
What was I supposed to say to that? And later…
Which is why I'm dismissing you…
And lastly-he went out with a bang-
Say hello to Kitty for me.
So why was I feeling like this, then? Racked with guilt, anger and sorrow. What did I care about him? He was a lousy master, making me work long and hard, till my essence was fading and riddled with the poison of humans. Two long years without dismissal! And then he had the temerity to die on me!
….He died like Ptolemy….
The thought crept unbidden into my mind, and I suppressed it deep down within me.
Like I cared about that spoilt, stuck-up magician boy!