Huzzah....^_^;; I do not own David Eddings...or the original idea for this story. Everyone hail Ariandir.

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"Hello?" I peered at the doorway to the shed. It was the next morning, and I was beginning to think I had dreamed all about Bevier.

I must be going insane. I am soooooo stupid. Like Bevier's real...if he was I would be in such a big amount of trouble and, to steal a phrase from my gran, it would probably all end in tears. Okay, one more chance and then I'm away.

"Anyone there?" No answer. I turned away, feeling more than a little foolish but, I must admit it, rather relieved. It was then Bevier appeared looking rather bedraggled at the doorway. My heart not only sank, but fell off its deck chair in shock and was buried under an avalanche of wet fish. (AN: Ignore the stupid phrases.. ^^;; I make them up.)

"I am sorry, I was not sure if it was you, Lady Marjory."

"Um, no bother..."

We examined each other. He looked a lot worse than he had last night. In the early morning light I could see several small cuts and some bruises on him. There was dirt on most of his clothes and he had a streak of grime running down the side of his face......It didn't hide his good looks.....damn me and my distracted-ness. Looking at him, any resolve I had to leave well alone melted faster than butter in a psychotic microwave. There was no going back now.

"Come on up to my house," I said, indicating it with my head, "You can get cleaned up."

"What about your parents?"

"Working." I assured him. Just as well, considering the mess he was in.

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As we entered the kitchen and I turned on the immerser, I suddenly thought of something. What could Bevier wear?! I mean, obviously his clothes had to be washed, so what to do about him. Somehow I didn't think he'd appreciate walking about with only a towel on for several hours. I'd be happy, knowing me, but he wouldn't. Who could I borrow clothes off of? I looked at the doorway to my older brother's room. Bingo!

I was sure I could get clothes off of my older brother, Hugh. We get on really well, and I mean really well. He's like, practically one of my best friends. He's rather tall, 17, and doing Advanced Higher Maths, Chemistry and Physics. In short, he is VERY smart. 'Course, he says I'm gonna do much better than him at school. (AN: *gulp* )

I showed Bevier how to use a shower and exited the bathroom before I had too many naughty thoughts. Now, to take the brother by the horns. I knocked on his door. I hadn't worried about him finding Bevier as, if he isn't woken up, he can stay in bed until one or even two in the afternoon. Shocking, isn't it?

Where was I? Oh yeah, knocking on his door. There was a groan. I waited patiently.

"Yes?" Came the sleepy voice.

"Hugh, can I borrow some clothes?" Delicate as always, that's me.

".....what?" Okay, maybe not.

"Could I borrow some clothes?"

After a few seconds the door opened and my brother stood there, looking sleepy.

"You what?"

"Could I," I was blushing by this time, " Could I borrow some of your clothes?"

"....why?"

He was giving me a very odd look. I may as well come clean, I can trust Hugh. he's kept a lot of my secrets. For instance, he didn't tell Mum that I had messed up in trying to connect the PS2 to my TV and had, for weeks, been unable to watch any videos. My brother Hugh is a friend indeed. I'd tell him gently though. I didn't want to shock him.

"Ummm...well...you see..." screw gently "Last night Bevier appeared at the kitchen door and he has no place to go so I'm going to look after him and his clothes are all minging and stuff so I was wondering if he could borrow some of yours." All in one breath, too. I am amazing.

Hugh blinked at me for a few seconds.

"Bevier?"

"Yes! You know who I'm talking about! You've read David Eddings!"

"...is this a joke?"

"No!"

"Where is this Bevier, then?"

"I am here, Good Sir." I jumped at the sound of Bevier's voice. Had he heard about David Eddings? I assumed he had no knowledge that parts of his life were being sold all over the world. Probably best not to tell him. Might make the poor guy hyperventilate.

I saw Hugh squint over my shoulder, then look at me in disbelief. I gave him an eccentric grin.

"I think Bevier would appreciate some clothes."

"....'kay" my brother said faintly.

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.....Bevier was in my shower.....*slams head off table* EVIL! SIN! EVIL!

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