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Jalil Kubel and Alix Kubel are siblings. Jalil, Alix's older brother, only appeared in "The Pharaoh".

In this fic, Jalil has a terminal mental illness. I am not very familiar with mental illness in general, so do not be offended if I get his behavior wrong.

At the sound of enraged shrieks, Alix cut short her bluffing contest with Kim and ran toward the commotion.
"Hey, shove over!" she cried as she pushed through the crowd of students encircling the entertainment. "Get back!" Finally breaking through the mob, Alix almost tripped over the older boy sprawled on the ground, a roll of toilet paper in his hand.

"Retard!" Screamed the expertly wrapped mummy, her sharp manicured nails tearing frantically through the toilet paper wrapped around her. "Freak!"

She grabbed her textbook and raised it menacingly over the spectacled teen cowering on the ground.

"No!" Shouted Alix, snatching the book away and stretching as tall as her short stature allowed her. "Leave Jalil alone!"

"So, what's your excuse for him this time?" shrieked Chloe, snatching up the roll of toilet paper and brandishing it at Alix, who was helping Jalil up from the ground. "He's just slow? It's not his fault he has a mental problem? He's smart inside?"

Blue eyes blazing, Alix pulled the quietly crying Jalil closer to her.

"He's my brother and he's dying from his disease! He only has a month to live! So even though it may be hard for your bullying self to understand, he's family , so could you please not bully him for a little bit please!?"

And with that, the Kubel siblings left the scene, Jalil's tall stature dwarfing his younger sister as she marched him away.

Alix sat stonily on the bench near the Seine, refusing to look at her older brother. Her rollerskates in her lap, she was angrily spinning the wheels with her fingers, trying to let the axel's whirrs sooth her stormy mind.

"Why does this always happen?" she muttered. "Why do you always do things like that, Jalil?" She whirled to glare at the hunched-up figure beside her.

Only he wasn't there.

"Jalil?" No sign of him. Alix shot straight up, skates clattering to the riverside pavement. "Jalil!"

There was a loud splash. Alix spotted a wet mop of hair thrashing its way downstream.

"JALIL!"

With a leap, she was in the water, the Seine soaking into her clothes. Two strokes of her strong limbs and she had him, grabbing him by his scarf. She began to tug him to the riverside, but he thrashed, splashing feverishly. "The Nile!" he choked through a mouthful of river water. "The Nile!" Alix pulled harder. "Not here!" another yank "Not now!" His struggles ceased and he went limp. Heaving with all her might, Alix managed to get her much bigger brother onto the pavement, before hooking her elbows over the side and pulling herself out of the Seine. Shaking sopping wet pink hair out of her blue eyes, she stood up to stare down at her brother sprawled on the ground before her.

"What," she growled "Did you think you were doing?"

His blue eyes were closed behind his water streaked glasses. "I just wanted… to bathe… in the Nile."

Alix could feel her ire pooling in her blood like the river water on the pavement beneath her feet.

"You what!" she shouted, spraying water.

"There IS no Nile here! There is no Thoth, or Set, or Ra or ANY of those people here! You are NOT some dried up old pharaoh out of one of those crumbling scrolls Dad collects! THIS ISN'T ANCIENT EGYPT, JALIL!" She sank down on her knees beside her brother, tears mixing with the water running down her face.

"Why can't you be NORMAL?" she accused. "You're the older one. YOU'RE supposed to take care of me! But look at you! Your nineteen and in a class for fifteen-year olds! You're brave enough to enter an Egyptian tomb, but scared of a car horn! You're strong enough to lift a gold statue, but too weak to stand up to Chloe! You can decipher an ancient hieroglyphic, but can't understand a stop sign! You're a genius, but you're stupid! It's because you're like this that I have to be tough enough for both of us!" Jalil was silent, his blue eyes blank. She gasped in frustration.

"Do you even understand what I'm saying!?" Alix flopped down exhausted beside him, eyes turned to the graying sky. Both were silent as the water dripped from their skins and stained the pavement below.

The two lay there, silent, unmoving, as the clouds darkened further and drops began to patter down. They glanced off of Jalil's thick glasses, spraying upward in a mist, but rolled freely down Alix's already wet cheeks.

"Ah-lix?" Jalil fumbled her name like he did everything else.

"What?" she snapped, as thunder cracked overhead.

"I'm sorry." She turned toward him and watched his tears run down his face, barely distinguishable from the rain.

"Sorry for being your brother."

She sat up and pulled him into a hug, two soaking wet siblings sitting by the Seine in a storm.

"Don't be." Alix ordered.

The sky broke open.

They walked home together.