A/N; I just finished the Kane Chronicle books currently out, and was struck with the overwhelming need to do sooooomething. Normally, I'm all for Sanubis, or whatever the kids are calling it these days. But the idea struck me for a Setie fic and I had to write it, mostly just because they played off of eachother so well in the books. Something I will never hope to be as talented at as Mr. Riordan. I haven't really looked this over, mostly writing it in one whack so shoot me.

I own nothing that is mentioned, none of the people, characters, places or names.

I had just gotten back from the First Nome, and running more than a little low on magic after a sparring session with Zia. So instead of hopping into a portal and wooshing through the Duat to Brooklyn, I decided on imploring a bit of good will in the name of Bes to get an A class hotel room in Cairo.

The Oberoi Sahl Hasheesh was more than impressive, with a view to die for. Carter would probably go on and on about the mix of Islamic and classically Egyptian architecture, but he's a complete and utter nerd. Something I pretend desperately not to be, but it's hard to claim such things when you've got near 200 gods memorized in your head.

Even the ones with hopelessly stupid names. Yeah.

At least as a magician, I could turn all hecklers into newts. There's a plus side to all situations, except the nearly daily ones where I almost die.

Well, I suppose the upside of that would be not dying, wouldn't it?

Anyway, in this situation, I couldn't give a Pthooey over the room I was currently staying in, as like I said, I was tired.

So I gave a very unheated glare to the doorman, hoping he'd just take the hint and leave, which thankfully he did. I was planning on taking a very long and hot bath before falling face first onto my quite plush bed. Maybe, if I woke up early (unlikely) I'd pop into the outdoor pool. Check out was at 12, so why waste a few hours at one of the best hotels in the world, just so I could get back to Brooklyn quicker?

So, I kicked off my shoes, threw my bag into a heap on the table and made a mantra of ; Bath then sleep. Bath then sleep.

It'd keep me from thinking about things like, you know...Magicians, vengeful Gods, Apophis, Anubis. Anubis again. Also, Anubis.

If you couldn't tell, my situation with dog-boy wasn't exactly the most easy thing on the planet. Or, underworld if you rather.

Not only was it amazingly difficult to have a functioning relationship with a God, add on top the fact I can't see him except in a graveyard unless I decide I really want to pop down to see him in the Duat. But then of course you have to deal with the whole awkward situation of my father being there. Oh, and he happens to be Osiris.

And that's not even the most grim aspect of it.

I might have been 12 when I first met him, and he looked all of 16. But I've aged, and well Carter may insist I've not gotten any more mature, but the fact remains I'm 19 now. I wasn't a teen when I met him, and I'm about to not be one again.

And he looks the same. His hair has maybe grown a bit, a milimeter or two, but that's not saying much for it being 6 years since we met.

He's still thankfully a bit taller, but I'm looking more and more like a...gag...young adult. And he's still looking like a teen.

Or...well, he also tends to look like a giant menacing dog headed god-monster. But, the point remains...I feel like I should be pinching the 5000 year old's cheek and cooing at him, rather than be in any sort of throws of passion.

Not that he's wanted any of that either.

Not that we're even properly dating or anything. A peck here or there, maybe a graveyard stroll once in a bluemoon.

But, there, see I'm thinking about him again and I need to stop it.

I desperately needed a hot bath, filled with all sorts of body washes and flower petals that I'm sure were a nightmare to clean out of the pipes.

I know from experience. Sometimes the shower back in our Nome, needs a much needed cleaning after anyone following the path of Geb goes in there.

Dirt and mud everywhere. Everywhere.

(I let Carter deal with that of course, no way I'd force poor ol' Khufu to deal with something so gnarly.)

Reminiscing, I trudged to the bathroom and shut the door, only then taking a moment to take in the grandeur of the hotel.

The entire room looked marble, and the bathtub was a sunken style, with as I had guessed, rose petals resting on the top of the water. The petals were so numerous, it covered the entire top of the water. There was a separate glass shower stall, but the sweet smells coming from the bathtub was calling to me.

So I yanked off my linen articles of clothing and gleefully stepped in to the water, which was just the right temperature.

I already felt better, the water doing everything right and nothing wrong. Totally and completely brill.

I sunk slowly down below the water's surface, not even remotely caring that my hair was going to come up with most of those petals in it. Or that the softly scented oils in the bath were going to make my hair stringy in the morning.

It wasn't the weirdest thing I've ever had in my hair, or even the dirtiest my hair had gotten this month alone.

I bubbled to myself under the water that maybe I should get a hair cut, as it was getting bit long being a few inches past my collarbone.

And then, something was wrong.

I didn't even have to open my eyes, or come out of the water to know something was off. Just one of those added bonuses of being a Diviner in training, not to mention long history of well justified paranoia.

I could feel the water levels around me change, and go higher by a bit.

I wiggled my toes at the bottom exploratorively and felt the unmistakable texture of sand.

Frowning, I covered my girly bits and popped my head out of the water, needing a breath of air regardless.

Sprawled like he owned the place at the opposite side of what felt now like far too small of a bathtub, was Set himself. God of Chaos, Evil Day, Rockin' Red Reaper.

He was eying me with a look of utter amusement. Not exactly the look a girl wants to get when she's naked.

I mean, evil god in your tub is one thing, getting dissed when you're not even in your knickers is something another entirely.

With my arms well crossed, I rose my eyebrows and glanced downward at his lap. Two could play this game, Settie boy.

I smirked back, and tipped my head in greeting. I didn't even get a proper look at his Little-Set, but it was the thought that count.

"Set."

"Sadie Kane," He looked a bit less amused now, and looked down for a second like he was reevaluating his equipment. He seemed satisfied enough and relaxed back again. His short black hair, having recently grown out from his bald state of when I was younger, looked like it had a soft dusting of sand over it.

I pondered for a moment whether or not if possibly he interrupted my bathing session because he desperately needed one himself.

"You're more than welcome to go fetch that little bag of yours, but I can tell you right now there's no point in trying to fight me. You won't win." Set smiled, and a glimmer of the Set Animal (Leroy) flashed across his face.

There was a piss poor chance that I could channel Isis' power into myself in any worth while amount to be able to throw down with Set, without a wand or before he could strike first. I cursed internally in every language and every slang I could come up with, all the while not letting it show in my eyes. He was right, and he knew it.

And judging by how his eyes started glinting even more than they had, I hadn't hidden my anger well enough.

So I dropped the act and scowled at him, feeling that the red streaks in my hair were more fitting of my emotions right now, than the Egyptian Red Devil himself.

"Fine. What do you want? I'm guessing you don't want to kill me, since you haven't yet."

He gave a barely noticeable shrug of the shoulders, and responded "What makes you so sure I'm simply not just playing with you first, before I kill you?"

So I kicked him rightfully in the shin, "Then get on with it, before I turn you to mud, sandman. Otherwise I'd think you were here for another reason all together." I grounded out, barely a hiss.

It was difficult to look threatening when you're covering your chest like your life depends on it, with a random petal here or there stuck to your hair. I just don't think I had the stuff to pull off that particular look.

If my kick injured him at all, he didn't show it. He ran one large hand through the waters surface, and picked out one of the petals, rubbing it between his fingers. Soon, it spilled from his fingers as red sand. He seemed rather thoughtful looking at the water, and I was pretty sure he wasn't just trying to get an eyeful. I crossed my legs extra tightly, just in case.

"How're things with Anubis?"

"How are things with Nephthys?" I shot back with more bite than was probably needed, but hey, it was Set.

"Not 19, that's for certain."

Skeevy perv, I muttered to myself.

He grinned back at me, but it looked half hearted. My lips pulled into a line, while I couldn't remember how to properly say his Ren, I could remember pieces of what I had seen. I could remember how I felt about the visions, and I had a blossoming memory of Set and Nephthys.

The man, God, no matter how evil has still given his wife his Ren. And she betrayed him, and while she had damn good reason to, that must kind of have sucked.

Your beloved going behind your back?

"You know he has a fiance and child."

I..wait what?

"Whu?" I blinked back, probably looking completely daft.

He cocked his head to the side, "Anubis, of course."

"You're lying." I said, blank faced. That's what he did. Lie for Chaos' sake. That couldn't have been true right?...Right?

He brought his hand up through the water, letting it drip down his fingers. "Haven't you ever heard of Anput or Kebechet?"

I had. Kebechet anyway.

Set's head was tilted down, like he didn't care, but I could see the corners of his mouth twitching upward and his eyebrow just slightly tipped upward as though he was waiting for an answer. Cunning bastard.

"Kebechet..she.. purified water, for mummification."

I sounded more like I was asking than I was stating, I know...but Set has this way of making you feel unsure about everything.

"She delivers water to Anubis. Because she's his daughter. You might see him as a cute little toy boy, but he's over 5000 years old...do you honestly think he's never been with a woman or had children?"

Set looked up and grinned at me. Teeth sharp, and looking lethal. Like he was about to attack, the same look I had seen multiple times in my life on the Set Animal.

"You honestly think he's never bedded anyone before you, Sadie Kane?"

My expression closed off immediately, and I jerked backwards further against the warm stone of the bathtub.

Bad idea.

Set' looked as though he was having an epiphany. His eye's lit up in all the wrong ways, and I was amazed at how much he did not look like his son.

"Oh my, he's never done so much as that with you has he, dear? For shame, Anubis...a beautiful girl in front of him, practically throwing herself at his feet and he doesn't do his duties as a man?"

He was cackling, making small waves in the bathrub with the force of his laughter.

"I was NOT throwing myself at him! And there's no shame in being a virgin! I-..oh"

Big mistake.

Set's had stop laughing, his mouth snapping shut like a bear trap and his eyes were instantly locked onto mine.

I gulped.

An inhuman smirk curled back over his lips, tan skin shifting to a red for a split second.

There was only one way to deal with this situation, change it immediately.

"Why are you attacking Anubis? Isn't he your son?" I all but yelped out.

Set's expression darkened immediately, not in anger, but looking more like how a tot looks when his mother snatches a cookie out his hands and gives him a carrot instead.

"Nephthys lies. I've told you once before didn't I? She's a treacherous wife."

I was becoming aware that the water around me was becoming cooler, but it was an afterthought. "What do you mean?"

His black eyes bore into my very soul, and for some reason it didn't bother me.

"Anubis isn't my son. She got Osiris drunk, and took his seed. However, he isn't aware of it..so she told Anubis that I was the evil one to avoid punishment from the other Gods. Now the boy has no real father, and I have no children to speak of."

Set sounded so bitter and sad, it almost made me hug the guy. Then I realized he was evil, and I was naked. So. No.

He seemed to see the look on my face of sympathy, and huffed, "Not that I care, Anubis isn't someone i'd want as a child. Not when he can't even bed a simple human girl" Set added with an extra little leer just for me.

Damnit, he used the same switcheroo technique as me.

"Men are so fickle, that's why I haven't slept with one in eons." He tacked onto the end, and I choked on a bit of spit.

"What?"

Set raised one perfectly sculpted eyebrow, and my shoulders started to shake with laughter.

I was in an impossible situation with an enemy I had no hope of winning against, naked, with flower petals all over me and the God bore his soul to me ….and then says something like that?

"What now, Sadie Kane?" He sounded bored, but I couldn't care less, everything was catching up to me.

How tired I was, everything...I was crouched over laughing, my nose bouncing on the waters surface.

"I'm,..I'm sorry. It's just...I just...imagined you dressed like Liberace..and..I can't-" and then I dissolved into a string of giggles again. "Oh god, oh..oh my god-"

Slam.

Suddenly I was half out of the water, my arms pinned to my sides...my back curved rather uncomfortably against the stone lip of the tub.

And I had a very unhappy looking chaos God leaning way too far into my personal space.

"Why yes, I am a God. And, I don't find you amusing enough to let your pathetic life continue on any futher, Sadie Kane."

I licked my lips nervously, this was amazingly horrible situation that just managed to get 100 times worse.

"I-is that so, Evil Day?" I whispered, raising an eyebrow and internally cursing my stutter.

And he froze. And looked at me with eyes wide in reflection of many emotions; shock, horror, amazement.

Then it dawned on me what I had done. I used his name. His Ren.

And did it correctly.

He pulled back instantly, standing in the tub. I got an eyeful of the God's royal jewels that I didn't really need to see, but as far as junk went..it wasn't as horrible as it could have been.

Only fair since after being pulled out of the water, only one petal had the common decency to cover my honor. With only one nipple covered with the rose petal, I probably looked like a third rate clumsy hippie stripper.

"How in Ra's name did you-..I..I don't like you at all." He hissed out, looking ever more like the petulant child, rather than extremely powerful God. His skin stayed the same, but underneath it looked like sand dunes shifting in the wind, glinting back and forth between golden hues and deep reds.

"The feeling is much returned, you divine twat" I breathed out airily, still a bit shocked as to what had happened. Emotions all over the pace, and my heart was pounding like it hadn't in some time.

More over, I was naked and highly debating how to cover up my unmentionables before some unfortunate busboy ended up seeing things he need not. Islam was a major religion here in Egypt, and while I had no problem with Muslims myself, I figured seeing Set and I as we were would have been a bit of culture shock.

If I sunk back into the water now that Set seemed wary of what to do next, I would end up eye level with his bits. But if I stayed out, again, in full view of -

My thoughts screeched to a faster stop than Carter's when he sees Zia.

Set was reaching back out to me, I jerked back with images of our first meeting at the Red Pyramid flashed into my head,

"Don't-" I tried to bark out, though it came out more as a chirp. So much for coming across as a wise and powerful magician.

His fingers stalled about the time they touched the side of my head. His eyes looked contemplative, if not just a bit lonely and sad. My heart started to melt just the tiniest fraction and I began wondering if he honestly and truly wasn't Anubis' father.

I hadn't used his Ren, and I thought he stopped his movements entirely, until his fingers curled around a few strands of my wet hair.

"I do like your hair this way, Sadie Kane." His face conveyed no emotion, no fondness that he spoke of. It was as dry and vapid as the Sahara.

I realized the pieces of hair he was holding onto where the parts I had dyed red. And now for the life of me I wasn't sure how badly I wanted to dye it any other color...

Set continued on, "I won't do anything you won't allow me to do...", with that he leaned in closer than I was comfortable, though not enough to be threatening.

A perverted take on the closeness of lovers, rather than enemies.

I let out a breath I had been holding for longer than I realized I had been keeping.

"Alright then..., why don't you, you know...put little apophis down there away?"

He blinked black eyes, and then let out a bark of laughter. The most honest smile forming on his face than I had seen in years past.

Something was about to happen, I could tell. I wasn't sure what, but I knew I had to go along with the moment.

Looked like I would be sleeping in.

12 years later-

Sadie pushed the bag into her sons arms, while he looked on with a rather confused look on his face.

Shay had never seen his mother looking so...distressed, and he had seen her with flying rats stuck in her hair.

She leaned over, and brushed a piece of his red hair out of his tanned young face. She smiled, but it didn't reach her sad blue eyes.

"Shay, it's not safe here anymore. I can't let it find you, so...," She trailed off, most likely thinking of a way to tell a partial truth without having to lie. She had always had problems with lying, even to his father.

"So..you're sending me away, is that it?" Shay's demanded, getting more scared and worried than he was angry.

Her mouth twitched to the side, contemplating her next move he was sure.

"You see, there's a summer camp..."

A/N; well that was fun wasn't it?

Facts; The Oberoi is a real line of 5 star hotels, two of which are in Egypt. Set was very likely one of the only, or one of the most widely recognized as bisexual God's, and made comments about male's lovely backsides. Set is NOT Anubis' father if you subscribe only to the mythology. Anubis is indeed married with children. Shay, the boys name, roughly means Sand in Egyptian. So, you can guess as to what I was hinting at there.

I loved Sadie's character in the books, and I'm pretty sure I butchered her in my writing in attempts to have her older XD My apologies. (I'm older than 12...or 14 by many years, so it's kind of hard for me to really...relate to a character that's barely pubescent XD As much as I love Sadie.

Anyway, thanks for reading, and I hope people review!