Well, I said that if I got enough ideas then I would continue the story and it seems like my mind doesn't want to stop coming up with ideas. So here is chapter two of Neteryt.

Yay! (smiles)

Now, some of you might be wondering how I can continue this story when Ptolemy has died. How does everyone feel about reincarnation? (evil smile)

Disclaimer - Bartimaeus, Ptolemy, Kitty, Nathaniel and the Bartimaeus trilogy belong to Jonathan Stroud. The song You Remind Me belongs to Mandy Moore, E. Cremonesi, P. Aaron and R. Safinia. I am making no profit on this fanfiction except the nice reviews I hope to, and have, received.

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Now, onward!

Chapter Two

When I first saw you I couldn't believe
The way you smiled took the breath out of me
And maybe I'm seeing things
But if it's true don't wake me up from this dream

I lost Ptolemy, and because of that I promised myself that I would not make the same mistake twice. In the depths of the Other Place, I vowed that I would not fall in love with my master again. If I ever saw Ptolemy again, physically, spirit, or otherwise, I would not fall in love.

I had kept my promise. I had gone through two thousand years and I had not felt any attraction to any human. Yes, a comfortable feeling did spark in me when I was with Kitty and Nathaniel, but it was just friendship, nothing more.

However, none of that mattered now. Kitty was living the rest of her life, Nathaniel was dead, crushed by Nouda, and I floated in the Other Place, remembering.

I had been remembering a lot as of late. Snatches of memory would play through my mind as I rested with the other spirits. Nathaniel, Kitty, the escapades we had gone through, but mostly Ptolemy. Most of my memories that played out had been of Ptolemy.

I wasn't sure why. Ptolemy had been dead for two thousand years, why was I remembering now? Why was I still wearing his face? I knew I was torturing myself. I should have just blocked the memories. After all, I couldn't change my memories. I couldn't change the past. I couldn't keep Ptolemy from going through the gate. I couldn't save him.

I'm not sure how many years I spent in the Other Place after Nathaniel's death, but when I felt the familiar tug in my essences, I knew I was being summoned. 1 (If I had known the pain my essences was going to go through, I would have murdered the summoner with my own hands as soon as I had a chance.)

I was taken from my home, from my fellow spirits, and when I appeared in a pentacle I automatically looked down to see if there was a way to escape my new prison.

Then, a women's voice spoke, a voice I remembered,

"Hello, Bartimaeus."

You remind me
Of a love i knew
Feels so real it must be deja vu
You remind me
But I ain't got a clue
Boy I'm so glad I found you

I looked to the side and saw an English woman, possibly in her late thirties with light skin and black hair, smiling at me.

"Hello, Kitty," I said, an almost smile forming on my mouth. She looked well, or as well as anyone that has been to the Other Place has looked. After her soul had returned to her body after using the gate, her body had been weaken, just like Ptolemy's had been, but as I looked her over she seemed to be fine. She looked like a regular, healthy woman, and I was happy for her. I looked at her feet, where I expected to see a pentacle. I blinked when I saw plain wood.

Kitty Jones trusted me, she didn't need a pentacle to protect herself from me, but she did need some kind of pentacle to summon.

At the look on my face she told me that she hadn't summoned me, her son had.

I turned to look at this child, and came face to face with the boy whose face I wore.

Fourteen, tan skin, dark eyes, lithe, dark almost shoulder length hair, it was all there.

Ptolemy.

I never thought I could love again
Then you came and changed something within (I'm so confused)
I'm so confused 'case you're not the same
But there's something special that reminds me

I tried to keep the surprise from my face, but I couldn't stop myself from taking a small step back, the back of my foot almost touching the pentacle line. Ptolemy, my Ptolemy was dead, weaken by the gate and then murdered by his cousin's assassins. This couldn't have been the magician I had known, couldn't be the one I had kissed, couldn't be the one I…

It wasn't. This child did not know me. There was no recognition in his eyes; no sign that he and I had met before in another time, perhaps even another life.

I looked at Kitty, my eyes wider then I would have liked, and blurted the first thing that came out of my mouth,

"He's not your son."

Kitty's eyes narrowed, a disbelieving look on her face, I clamped my mouth shut. Why had I said that? I suppose at the time I was just so stunned at seeing the image of a boy who had been dead for thousands of years, but my words were way below par for witty banter.

Kitty had a comeback.

"Bartimaeus, how could you say that," she said, not sounding hurt, just angry, "Of course he's my son, I gave birth to him."

My mouth kept going.

"Don't lecture me, Miss Jones," I said, standing straight, my tone clipped, "It's just that he doesn't really look like you."

"He takes after his father." She said, and that was the end of our conversation according to her.

I opened my mouth, to ask who the boy's father was, but then closed it. There had been a sorrowful expression on Kitty's face after she had said "father" and I understood what was wrong. The "father" wasn't around. Whether through death or disloyalty, he was no longer a part of their lives.

There is pain in memories, I am more sure of that then almost anyone.

I knew when to keep quite.

I turned away from her.

"I'm sorry." I said, quietly, and the conversation was over.

She sighed. Had she been the one to summon me she may have dismissed me out of anger, but since it was her son, she could do nothing.

"It's alright," she said, waving her hand as if my apology was in the air, "You didn't know, Bartimaeus, besides, it's not important."

I nodded. I was being childish, everyone in the room knew it, so I pushed my memories to the back of my mind, faced the child, and cleared my throat.

"Name your desire, mortal." I said, trying to focus my eyes on the wall behind Kitty's son. I felt that if I looked at him I would collapse into a pile inside the pentacle.

Kitty may have some bad memories, but mine were worse. There was no need to fray my emotions anymore then they already were by looking at the doppelganger of the boy I hadn't been able to save.

It's the way you walk and
The way you talk and
You really got style
It's the way you move and
The way you groove and
I love your smile (I love your smile)

Then, for the first time since I had been summoned into the room, the boy who looked like Ptolemy spoke,

"Djinni," he said, "Answer me a question."

It was the same. When my Ptolemy had summoned me the first time, he had said the same thing. This boy, his words, his voice, they caught me off guard, and then I made the mistake of looking at his face. I wanted to see if they were his own words, that he wasn't just repeating my lover's words.

I looked at his face, then into his deep, ebony eyes, and I knew. His words were sincere, and my knees almost buckled. I couldn't stand this. I had to escape, somehow. I couldn't stand the copy of my Ptolemy watching me as I watched him, not in the same way.

I spoke, trying to keep my voice sturdy, but it was hard. Not when he had those eyes, that form. 2 (I am so glad I never went into detail with Kitty about how much I had loved Ptolemy. If I had told her, I don't know how my meeting with her son would have gone.)

"Speak." I stated, wishing that he would hurry so I could be dismissed. I wanted to run away. For the first time in my memory, I wanted to leave Ptolemy alone. But that wasn't right, this was not Ptolemy. It wasn't.

For my own well being he, luckily, didn't as what my essence was, instead he said,

"My name is Ptolemy N. Jones, what would you like me to call you?"

I had meant to say Bartimaeus, I really did. I wanted to keep my reality and my memories separate, I hadn't wanted this child to call me by the name my Ptolemy used. But my tongue was treacherous, and before I had a chance to stop myself, I said,

"Rekhyt. Call me Rekhyt."

I saw a flash of recognition cross Kitty's face at my answer, but she suppressed it. Her son had requested what I wanted him to call me, and she could not interfere. 3 (I just hoped she wouldn't think to deeply about my past.)

You remind me
Of a love I knew
Feels so real it must be deja vu
You remind me
But I ain't got a clue
Boy I'm so glad I found you

I didn't find it surprising that Kitty's son had told me his full name. After all, Kitty trusted me enough not to stand in a pentacle while I was being summoned, I would think that her son had that same trust.

I wouldn't hurt him. I couldn't, not when he looked like…

There would be no blood spilt across silk sheets from this child. Not if I could help it.

"Rekhyt?" Kitty's Ptolemy questioned as he smiled softly, "That is a good name, lapwing."

I nodded, and looked down where I studied my hands, the hands that, at the moment, where my Ptolemy's. I changed into my yellow-eyed human without thinking. It wouldn't have made a difference to the boy in front of me, but I felt, strange, using Ptolemy's form when I was in the child's presence.

I didn't think it would matter to the boy, but, for some reason, it did.

He started staring at me with his deep eyes. His back was completely straight and when I looked back at him, I felt like his gaze would swallow me. My fingers twitched.

I wanted to touch him. He wasn't mine. He had never been mine and would never be mine, but I wanted to touch him anyway.

Trapped by his eyes my hand moved, lifted, slowly reached. Then, just when I thought that I might be able to except this new master, the tips of fingers hit the pentacle's barrier. The barrier flashed a translucent blue, power racing through it, and a shot of sharp pain went up my arm. I hissed and pulled my hand back.

The sorcerer-child blinked, and the spell was broken.

"Are you alright, Rekhyt?" he asked, his face a worried mask, his own soft, thin hand lifting.

I held my hand against my chest, my head down, chin to my chest. I backed away from him and Kitty intervened.

"Alright, I think that's enough for today." She said, coming over to her son.

I couldn't touch him. I had promised myself. I wouldn't fall in love. Not again.

"Dismiss me." I said, wanting to curl into a ball and sob. I couldn't take any of this. I wanted to be gone. I never wanted to see either of these humans again.

"Now, Bartimaeus…" Kitty said, sounding kind, trying to console me.

I didn't want pity or kindness, I didn't want to be consoled, I just wanted to be gone.

"Dismiss me!" I said again, louder this time, just before my voice cracked.

Kitty and her son most likely took my outburst as anger so, before I sank to the floor, Ptolemy, the fake, copy, doppelganger Ptolemy, spoke the dismissal and I was gone.

I, I cannot figure out
I ain't got a clue
I'm so confused about how i feel
Cause I'm really feelin' you

As I floated in the Other Place, most likely a few human days later, I tried not to think, tried not to remember.

That body, those hands, those eyes, that voice.

Ptolemy.

Had I been able to sob in the Other Place I would have done so, but since I couldn't, I twisted my essence until it was almost painful for me, and stayed like that.

Why did I have to be summoned by him? Why, after all this time, after all the pain, was I dragged into the human world just to see his face? Why was I falling in love again?

My heart ached, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Then, I felt another summoning tug and let it take me. I was so hurt, much to tired. I felt broken, and when I landed inside the pentacle, I didn't ever bother sitting up. I just lay there, keeping far away from the pentacle lines, not caring what form my essence had taken or whether or not the magician who summoned me would torture me. Maybe, if he thought I was useless, he'd just send me back.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

It's the way you walk and
The way you talk and
You really got style
It's the way you move and
The way you groove and
I love your smile (I love your smile)

The room was dark, clouded moonlight shone in from a window and as I lay curled, I noticed I was in someone's bedroom. My summoner sat in his pentacle, his legs crossed like a scribe, watching me with his dark eyes. The moonlight shone off his hair and his skin, which made him have a slender, white throat.

"Rekhyt?" Ptolemy's copy asked.

I groaned and pulled myself into a tighter ball. 4 (As pathetic as I might sound to you at this moment, I have never had to deal with this type of pain before so please cut me some slack.)

"Rekhyt," my new master said again, "I'm sorry about the other day. It was my first summoning and I forgot to make adjustments to the pentacle so it wouldn't hurt you. I am sorry.

Despite the pain in me, I smirked into my arms. That was Ptolemy, always trying to be so kind. But this child was not Ptolemy. I sat up and watched this copy, my own form shifting to something his human mind could grasp. He kept talking.

"I hope we can be friends, even after yesterday's misunderstanding. "

He went to say something else, I could tell by the way he breathed, but I cut him off.

"Is the barrier still up?" I asked, my eyes narrowed, pupils slit.

The copy shook his head.

"No," he said, "I fixed the designs, you can leave the pentacle if you wish."

I lifted my head, exposing my throat and looking down my nose at him, a haunty look on my face and I spoke,

"Are you sure that's a good idea, child."

He stared at me. I knew I was being nasty, I was acting like Nathaniel 5 (On one of his worst days) for heaven's sake, but I wanted to see his reaction. Would he still trust me if I acted like he couldn't.

He looked at me for another moment, then, right when I was going to give up, right before I realized that he may be to different, he smiled and yawned.

Yawned, just like my Ptolemy would have done had I acted the same way around him.

He wouldn't be cowed by my empty threats.

I relaxed my head and after I shifted to my yellow-eyed disguise I let my fingers attentively skim and pass over the pentacle. If this Ptolemy had been lying to me, then I wasn't sure what I would do.

I wouldn't hurt him, both for my own feelings and Kitty's.

Kitty's son sighed, and leaned forward, his palms resting outside of his pentacle to support himself. I watched him.

"I want to tell you a secret, Rekhyt," he said, an almost mischievous smile on his face, "But you must promise not to tell anyone, not even my mother."

I nodded and raised my hand, as if I was going to make a vow. "I swear on pain of death," I said, "I shall never tell."

Ptolemy sat back, took a breath and spoke,

"I had a dream, Rekhyt." He said, his eyes trained on my face, "You and I were in a place that I never seen before, but had wanted to go to. I couldn't see you, but I knew you were there, and I felt so peaceful in that place, I never wanted to leave. I felt… close to you, perhaps closer then I should have been. Then, I woke up. What do you think it means?"

I knew. I knew it like I knew that I had an essence. He was talking about the Other Place, about the time Ptolemy had gone there. How did he know that? Had he read Ptolemy's books? I pushed the idea away. No, Ptolemy's trip to the Other Place had been on the scroll that he dropped when he was killed. There was no way this boy could know something like that in order to dream about it, unless…

I stared at him for a moment. Was it possible?

My hand passed the pentacle line and I slowly reached towards the boy who may have been Ptolemy. I had to make sure, I had to know.

Was it possible? Had he been…?

The boy watched as my hand came closer to him and just before my fingers touched his skin, I smiled.

"Will you surrender to my tender claws?" I asked, quietly.

I didn't want to go to quickly and frighten him. If I moved to fast, I may destroy any hope of finding my answer. I had to go slow.

He didn't move, he just looked at me for a moment, and then his lips stirred and parted.

"Yes." He said, his voice a breath in the moonlight.

I touched him.

My fingers skimmed along the underside of his jaw, I could feel the warmth of his soft skin, and my touch seemed to relax him, because his eyes softened and became half-lidded. I moved closer to him. My other hand rested lightly on his shoulder and I tugged at him gently, easing him to move closer.

He only resisted for a moment, and when I thought he was close enough, I gently wrapped my arms around him, enveloping him in my grasp. As I held him, I let my forehead rest on his shoulder and waited. 6 (If I had done this to any other magician besides my Ptolemy, then I would have been forced back into my pentacle and possibly tortured.)

If he really was Ptolemy, my Ptolemy, then he would not hurt me.

He stayed still, frozen against me, perhaps in shock. I could feel his breath and the beat of his heart rippling through my essence, and as I waited, I whispered into his ear,

"I thought I'd lost you."

Whether my words were understood I didn't know, but I felt the boy's arms shift and lift. I shut my eyes. What would be, pain or pleasure?

Please remember me. I thought, desperately. I would die if he pushed me away.

Then, he sighed, a beautiful breath of air, before his arms wrapped around my neck, settling warm against my skin. His mind did not remember me, but his soul did, and so did his body.

I was pulled closer, and Ptolemy, my Ptolemy, breathed, his voice quiet in the dark,

"I am here now, Rekhyt. I'm here."

I knew then, there wasn't any doubt in my mind as I tightened my grip slightly and felt his warm body pressed against mine.

It was a different county, a different time, a different life but it was true.

Ptolemy, the sorcerer-child, the godling, my lover, had been reincarnated.

He didn't remember his former life, about being the pharaoh's nephew or the assassins, his mind didn't remember. He had forgotten everything, including me, but, just as if he had been in the Other Place, hints of his memories were surfacing. It was possible that if I stayed by him, he would dream and remember everything.

Ptolemy shivered against me in the moonlit darkness.

I had promised myself I wouldn't fall in love. No matter what, I would not love. I had promised.

I sighed.

I was about to break that promise, and I didn't care. I was in love with a boy who didn't remember me, but it didn't matter.

I was so happy. I could have been surrounded by all the enemies, spirit, magician, and commoner, that I had collected over the decades 7 (which is a lot let me say) and it wouldn't have mattered.

I lost Ptolemy, but I found him. I would not lose him again.

I smiled against Ptolemy's shoulder. I wanted to kiss him, to lay him gently on the floor and slowly undress him while I touched him, my hands gliding over his tan skin. I wanted to make love to him, right there. In the dark, on that wood floor, bathed in moonlight, I wanted to love him.

I didn't. I let him go, slowly, and when he pulled away I could see him smiling. It wasn't time yet. This was a new life for him and he was still young and inexperienced. I had to start over and go slowly. It may take a while until I could be one with him, but I could wait, as long as I was with him.

His arms still wrapped around my neck, Ptolemy yawned again, this time from pure exhaustion, and my eyes flicked over to a clock that read 3:37 AM in neon red numbers. So, since it was considered way to early in the morning for people to be awake, I lifted Ptolemy into my arms and walked to the bed, were I laid him down.

When he got settled under the blankets, I shifted my essence into a sleek house cat and hoped up on the bed as well. I lied down next to Ptolemy's side and as he and I began to drift off to sleep, his fingers found my back and he gently pet me, his fingers gliding through my fur. I purred at his touch and moved closer to him.

You remind me
Of a love I knew
Feels so real it must be deja vu
You remind me
But I ain't got a clue
Boy I'm so glad I found you

I couldn't have been more content if I had tried.

Ending Author's Note : Alright, second chapter is complete. Please tell me what you think and I will continue. (smiles)

Coming up in Chapter Three - Bartimaeus begins to adjust to Ptolemy's new life style, and learns of the rouge magicians that are hunting his reincarnated lover. No one said life was easy.