She had mourned her loss.

He had gone out in a blaze of glory. Saving millions of lives, immortalizing his name.

And dying in the process.

She mourned her loss.

And considering all this, it was a pretty big shock for her when she came face to face to Nathaniel once more in her house.

It was a dark and stormy night…

Well, no. It was a night like any other. Kitty returned to her house in Eastern London, tired after a long day of arguing with the magicians.

Bloody magicians.

It was then that she noticed that her door was unlocked. She paused. Surely not a break in?

Yet, as she crept inside, it seemed exactly as that. Over turned vases, moved furniture. A clumsy burglar. Kitty looked for a weapon within the tools cabinet; alas, she was never the one to play with power tools. So, she settled for the most deadly looking thing in the cabinet.

A hammer.

So, suitably armed, she slowly moved up the stairs, towards her bedroom. Intent on bludgeoning a certain person to death.

But how was she to know what horrors awaited her?

The door creaked. She winced.

But advanced anyway.

And was struck dumb when she recognized the interloper.

"…Nathaniel?"

"Kitty."

"But… but…" She struggled for the words. "You are dead…"

"Indeed, I was."

"I… I don't understand…"

"Kitty, I am not the Nathaniel you once knew."

He stepped into the light. Kitty was struck dumb at his appearance. He had the stiff formal suit back, as well as the ridiculously long hair. His skin also was pale and he had pointed teeth. But what transfixed Kitty the most was that he had a tattoo on his forehead… it read JJ FOREVER, surrounded by a red heart…

"Behold! I am not the Nathaniel you know! I am Mary Sue incarnate! An out of character clone sent to kill you! After sexually harassing you, that is…"

"NO!"

Shaken out of her stupor, she swung her hammer as hard as possible…

WHACK! A dislocated jaw.

"Foolish girl! I have the blood of Mary Sue in my veins! You can not hurt me, Mortal!"

WHACK! A broken nose.

"I have the powers of Mary Sue incarnate! I am invulnerable!"

WHACK! A bruised eye.

"Foolish mortal!"

"If you are invulnerable… why am I reducing your face to a bloody pulp!"

"The writer is into female domination, now and then."

"You sick perversion of nature… DIE!"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Nathaniel staggered back under the blows, disappearing in a puff of brimstone.

"What the fuck… where are you!"

"Here!"

Kitty spun around.

Nathaniel struck, his blow sent Kitty flying through the air. Landing in heap near a wall.

"Ha! You can not defeat me without the magic words!"

Magic words? Kitty's head spun… the parody of nature advanced towards her, intent on murder.

Magic words! It hit Kitty in a moment of utter clarity.

"Nathaniel is Dead!"

The thing froze.

"He died in Book III!"

It took a step backward.

"NO!"

Embolden by her success, Kitty continued her assault.

"Jonathan Stroud confirmed it!"

"Nooooo… I am melting… Melting! Noooooooooooooooo…!"

And it melted, it's power destroyed by the might of the truth.

Kitty collapsed after the Herculean effort. As she lay panting on the floor, her gaze fell on the discarded hammer.

She stared at it for what seemed like an age. Finally, she straightened up. Bent down and gingerly lifted it. And walked slowly, but purposefully, towards the washroom.

And it was then, somewhere out there, in another world, in another reality, a fanfiction writer smiled.