So, basically, these are a few scenes I felt DD left out of AWoM. I've cited the pages referenced, and all characters, settings, etc. belong to the wonderful Ms. Duane.

Also, let it be said that this never would have made it to 'paper' if it weren't for my sister, who helped me conceptualize much of the second scene. (Thanks sis!)

Enjoy!

Khretef screamed and went down on hands and knees, and the hair rose on the back of Nita's neck, because the scream had two voices in it, one of them Kit's. Khretef collapsed, fell flat to the floor, writhed and twisted, rolled away –

– and left a body behind him, dressed as he was, but not grey-skinned.

"Kit!" Nita cried, and ran to him.

He was getting to his knees as she reached him. "Whoa," Kit said as Nita helped him up one-handed and promptly tackled him in a bear hug. He staggered a bit from the force of it but gladly hugged her back, breathing hard. Kit shook his head as though to clear it. "That was…so interesting."

"We're not done with the interesting stuff yet," Nita muttered, releasing him.

Kit flushed and looked away from her, suddenly conscious of their proximity and how little she was wearing. His eyes found Irina and Mamvish standing there, and he shivered all over. "Yeah, I bet," he said. And he glanced over at Aurilelde. The look on his face grew strangely abstracted: there was some fear there, mild confusion, and perhaps even a bit of accusation, but no anger that she could detect, which Nita found all the more puzzling, seeing as she was still pretty pissed. Aurilelde shrank beneath his scrutiny and glanced guiltily between the two. Khretef, too, was staring at Nita, the look on his face one of both confusion and recognition – as though she were something familiar he had found in a most unexpected place.

I know the feeling, Kit said in her head, sounding bemused.

Yeah, well, she admitted, I was pretty thrown by how much he looked like you, too – and I don't mean just physically. There's something… she shook her head, something very Kit about him. And I'm not sure I like it.

He laughed tiredly. Symmetry aside, you mind putting some distance between us and them?

Nita smiled a grim half-smile. No problem. They headed over towards Mamvish. She staggered a bit and Kit reached out a hand to steady her. Nita leaned gratefully against him, too drained to care much about who thought what about it.

~ AWoM Pg. 514-517 (altered)