Okay, here we go, sorry about not updating. I had my 4th year prelims, and I had a lot of homework and stuff. Oh! Good news for the bevier fanatics among us! (You know who you are!) My friend, Jessie, has got her bevier fan-site up and running. It's the only (as far as I'm aware) one about and the link is here: so go check it out. (It's cool!) Also, you may (or may not) have noticed the other fanfic under my name, which I DID NOT write. It was written by my "friend" John, who incidentally is the John from this fanfic. Hahahah (Don't tell him, kay? ^_~) So, umm, yeah. I've rambled too much - on with the fic! (And I don't own Bevier!)

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It was a lovely Scottish morning: the sky was grey, there was a forecast of rain, and my little brother was being a pain in the arse. I glared at him and narrowed my eyes. He continued to make eye contact with me, putting all the sullenness and stubbornness an eleven year old could possibly possess into the glare.

"You. Can't. Come."

"I. Want. To. Come."

"Too. Bad. It's. Just. Me. And. Hugh."

"I. Want. To. Come."

I could feel my eyes beginning to water and I let out such a barrage of mental swearing that I think it would have given Bevier a heart failure had he been "On-Spell" as it were.

"You. Can't. Come."

"Mum. Says. I. Can."

Damn you, Mum!

Finally finding an excuse to break eye contact, I heaved a sigh and flopped down onto the chair, acting as though I couldn't care less.

"In that case, nobody's going anywhere."

He just stood there, calm and composed and I had an over-whelming urge to thump him on the head. After a few minutes, when I thought I was going to go mad, Hugh walked in with his jacket on.

"We going, Marjory?"

"Cameron wants to come," I said evenly, giving Hugh frantic signals with my eyes.

If Cameron comes, he'll find out about Bevier. And he'll tell everyone because my little brother is the worst person in the ENTIRE world at keeping secrets. Then Bevier will be taken to a mental home and Mum and dad will kill me and Hugh and I'll die and then-

"Cameron - you can't come." said Hugh flatly.

"Mum says I can." he sounded a little more unsure, Hugh being six years older than him while I was only half that.

"Well, you can then."

I stared at Hugh in horror and he gave me a significant look.

"However, Marjory and I won't be able to buy it."

It? What the hell is he talking about?

"What?" asked Cameron curiously.

"Why, your Christmas present!"

That made Cameron pause. Hugh turned to me and gave me a conspirative grin, which I returned.

"Yeah, I mean, you'll find out what it is and it won't be a surprise then, will it?" I asked.

"Look, Cameron, I'll take you up another day, okay?"

My little brother sighed. "Alright, Hugh..."

GO HUGH!

We left the house, and as the door closed behind us I let out a sigh of relief.

"That was close..."

"Cameron is such a wee...." my brother tried to think of a word.

"Idiot?" I asked.

"No, the word is fanny." was the reply, and I started to snigger.

We set off down the road in Hugh's little red second-hand banger which I had secretly nick-named "Putt-putt", and after a few hundred yards we saw Bevier perched on a wall. I let out a groan. He was in his original knightly attire. He was gonna go into Glasgow dressed as a...well...a knight? Hugh opened a door, cheerfully calling out:

"In you come! It's freezing, but it'll heat up in a few minutes."

Bevier eyed the car warily, and reluctantly sat in the passenger seat.

"Are you sure it's wise for you to be dressed like that, Bevier?" I asked cautiously.

"I am a knight. I shall dress as such."

"Yes, but, it's, well, uhh,-"

"Don't worry, Marjory," my brother assured me, "Nobody will care."

As we flew along the motorway to Govan and the underground, I lay my forehead against the window and peered out through the condensation at the frosty landscape, shimmering silver in the weak sun. Everywhere was covered with frost. The cars, the fields, the roads, the pylons. Everything. I looked at the car's temperature reading: -3 degrees? No wonder it's so bloody cold!

"Is this Glasgow?" asked Bevier curiously, as Hugh parked the car.

"No," laughed my brother, "This is Govan, we have to get the Underground."

"Underground?"

"You'll see."

"Bevier?" I asked cautiously.

"Yes?"

"Maybe you should...you know...loose the sword?"

"Why?"

"It's illegal to carry weapons."

Bevier looked affronted.

"No wonder this world is in such a state!"

"Seriously, Bevier," said my brother, clearly trying to calm, him down, "You could get arrested. Just put it in the boot of my car."

He reluctantly did so.

"And any other weapons."

Two daggers were added to the pile."

"Is that all?"

...........

One more dagger.

I bit my lip as we entered the underground and Hugh purchased the tickets. Sidling up to him, I poked him in the small of the back.

"Ow! What?!"

"Hugh, I don't know if this is such a good idea, taking the underground..."

"Why not?"

"Bevier...well...he's not that great even around cars, what's he gonna be like with this?"

My brother gave me the careless grin that some men save to have perfected into an art.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine."

"No, but-"

"Marjory. He's a grown man. Stop fussing!"

He's not a man! He's a knight! There's a difference! Knights have a BRAIN! Knights LISTEN! Knights actually THINK before dragging other knights on the Glasgow Underground!

"I mean," said Hugh, laughing a little, "How bad could it be?"

I gave him a deadpan stare.

.... You so totally do not know Bevier. It could be very bad. Infinitely so.

Then, casually ignoring my better sense of judgement, my brother strolled off towards the escalators.

"Come on, Bevier," I said, taking the knight's hand, "We'll just take the stairs I think."

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"And now," announced Hugh grandly, sweeping his hands through the air theatrically, "I shall show unto you the secret known only late night party goers and students at Glasgow University! I shall predict where the door shall open!"

He walked up to what looked like a normal bit of edge and took two steps to the left. Then he waited.

"What's that sound?!" asked Bevier urgently, looking around.

"What sound?"

"That.... rattling noise."

"That's the..." I gulped, "train."

"Train?"

"Yeah, it...uhh...takes us into Glasgow..."

The train was getting closer and closer, and suddenly a pair of lights appeared round the bend of the tunnel. With a scream of brakes, which made me want to clamp my hands over my ears, the train drew up to a stop, and the door opened directly in front of my brother. I looked around to see Bevier with his back pressed up against the wall and his eyes as wide as saucers.

"Come on, it's alright, Bevier." I tried to pull him over to the door. "You want to get back to Eosia, don't you?"

That seemed to do the trick. He cautiously walked on board the train, getting really odd looks from the other passengers. A space miraculously cleared for us, and we all sank gratefully down onto the prickly orange cushions.

"Now" said my brother cheerfully, seemingly unaware of how pale Bevier had gone, "It's just a few more stops and we're at Buchannan Street."

We actually arrived at our stop with a very small amount of trouble, and Bevier visibly relaxed when we got off the train. It was the weekend, and coming up to Christmas, and Buchannan Street was absolutely packed. I noticed, however, that wherever we went, there was at least a two-metre gap between me and anyone else. At first I wondered if it was Bevier's clothes, but then I noticed that it was Bevier himself. He was glowering at anyone who came near me. I didn't blame them for getting out the way (If he'd glared at me like that I would have ran for the hills!) But I was puzzled. While Bevier was busy giving a bunch of middle aged men death stares, I sidled up to Hugh and poked him again.

"OW! You know, you could just tap me on the shoulder or something!"

"Sorry. Why is Bevier scaring everyone away?"

"Well, last night online, he, uhh, found some sites..." from the emphasis Hugh put on the last word I got his meaning straight away and decided to drop the subject.

"Oh right, okay. That explains a lot."

I turned my head away so Bevier wouldn't see my grin. It would probably hurt his feelings.

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"Well, here it is....," said my brother, looking up at the dirty redbrick council flat. "This is supposedly where the professor lives."

"It doesn't look very great." I muttered.

We pressed the buzzer.

"...What do you want?!" wheezed an old voice after a couple of seconds.

"Are you Professor Tammas?" asked Hugh.

"NO! GO AWAY!"

"But we need to ask you something!" I whined.

"I SHUT DOWN YEARS AGO! NOW PISS OFF!"

Bevier stalked up to the speaker; his face like thunder, and hissed into the speaker in a dangerously low voice.

"If you do not open this door straight away, Old Man, I give you my world I will come after you and break all your fingers before slitting your throat! Do we understand each other?!"

There was a few seconds silence, then the door opened.

"You'd best come in."

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Ahahahahaha! Such a cliffhanger! Don't worry, I'll update real soon, but this chapter was getting too long so I'm splitting it. I own Tammas cause I just made up the name on the spot. ^_^ Read and review!