Chapter 2

Carter's POV

What was I suppose to do? Say yes, we dated? We haven't. Besides at the time we ever saw each other, we were ten. She was like my best guy friend but a girl. When I first meet her, we were both ten, and I thought she was guy. She had her hair pulled back into a ponytail and stuffed under a hat, so it looked like she had short hair. She was wearing, well she was wearing shorts and a white tank top, but had on a light blue button up shirt. (So what Sadie.) Sadie just said Liz must be important or is if I remember what she was wearing the day I meet her. But any way's. I naturally not noticing she was girl, went up to go and talk to her. But when she turned around, her face was clearly, the face of a girl and my tongue tied quickly, into a bunch of Isis knots.

"Excuse me, ah, sir….. do you know where Julius Kane went?"

She turned around, while taking off her hat, her hair cascaded down her shoulders, and landed perfectly in place. "Do I look like a boy?"

"I'm sorry, I thought you were a….boy." I stuttered.

"Humph, Why does everyone think that?" She huffed.

"Maybe…be…because, you…know…your kind of dressed like a boy, and your hair is up and no one can see your face." I stammered.

"Oh, maybe I should just wear a dress in the middle of the dessert then?" She began taping her foot, kicking a little sand up.

"Oh, no, I was just….I'm so sorry, I'll just go….over here." I pointed randomly pointed to a direction.

She giggled. "Well, if Your looking For Julius Kane, he's that way," she pointed in the other direction. "If, you want to die, you can go to here you pointed, and land strait into quick sand."

I could feel my face turning bright red. "Um…"

"Here, I can take you to him, I have to go find my dad anyway, he's there with Mr. Kane." She took my arm.

"Um… who's your dad?" I stammered.

"Ah, David Taylor. He works for Saint. Rose Academy. I don't like the place to much. My mother and her boyfriend live there, she just had a baby. I'd rather be out in the desert and laying in sand then be in a room with them. That's why I live with my dad and travel with him."

"Uh." I said.

"Oh! Sorry, I ah….oh look we're here." She let go of my arm.

My father was sitting under a white tent with another man, they seemed to be studying a book. She made a knocking noise with her mouth.

My father and the other man looked up startled from the book, and the other man slide the book behind him.

"Daddy!" She squealed.

The man grew a smile on his face and opened his arms, she ran forward and hugged him, he began swinging her.

"Hello, Elizabeth."

"Um, Well, David would you like me to come back later, so we can um continue this investigation?" Said my dad.

"Sorry Julius, Ah, this is my daughter. We can continue in a minute." Mr. Taylor's smile faded.

"Oh, I'm sorry sir, I'm Elizabeth, I've heard a lot about you sir, it's a pleasure to meet you. I've always admired the story's about you." She held out her hand.

He reached out and shook her hand. "The pleasure is mine. My David, you didn't tell me you and your daughter looked so much alike. She's very pretty."

Elizabeth blushed.

" Are you saying I'm pretty Julius? Why I'm so flattered. Lizzy, would you mind, leaving so me and Mr. Kane can continue our work?" Her father asked.

"Same for you Carter." said my dad.

I nodded and walked out of the tent. Elizabeth was right on my heels.

"You didn't tell me your dad was Julius Kane!" She squealed.

"I thought it was obvious." I said.

"You must be Carter Kane, then. Ah, don't you have a sister named Sadie? Not to be weird but I admirer you and your dad so much!"

"Yeah, Sadie is my sister." I scowled.

"Not, so close, huh?" She asked.

"You could say."

"Don't you travel the world all the time? Like you and Mr. Kane?" She stopped walking.

"Yeah, we're always going somewhere." I sat down, the sand would get all over my pants and in my shoe's but I didn't care.

She sat down beside me.

"I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?" She put her hand on my shoulder.

"No, it's just…" I seemed to lose my voice.

"If you need to vent, I'm all ears." Her hand tightened on my arm.

I looked at her. I notice her eyes for the first time. They were neat, light blue but mixed with electric green, just specks of the color though.

"It's just, everybody thinks it's great or would be great to travel around the world. Well, it's not. It's terrible, I never get to have friend's, while Sadie probably has tons of them, and I don't have a real place to call home. My mom….She, well she's gone, I only see Sadie once a year, I really only have my dad. I'm just sick of carrying everything I own in a suitcase!" As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt ashamed.

She just sat there. After a couple minutes she spoke.

"That's understandable. That's completely understandable. Your tired of this, you want change. (And boy, change I got.) With me it's, I never want to be home, whenever I can, I leave with my dad, I haven't been home for over a year. My mother isn't really the best mom in the world, Now I know most people say, "At least you have a mom" But trust me she's not really much of a mom. Always believing her boyfriend over me, blaming all the stuff my little brother did on me. My dad is my savor." She whipped a tear from her cheek.

"I'm sorry." She waved her hand, she opened her mouth as if to say something, but a sob came out, she looked bewildered, but she just keep sobbing. I put my hand on her back.

I hear foot steps behind us. She quickly wiped her eyes.

"Carter, our plans have changed, your going to go back to Mr. Taylor's tent and stay there, we've found something, Me and Mr. Taylor have to run an errand. Er, Elizabeth, you wouldn't mind watching him would you?" Asked my dad. He patted her on her head.

"Not at all Mr. Kane." She smiled. She had a very hypnotizing smile. I guess I was starring at her, she noticed and blushed.

"Alright, come on Julius." Mr. Taylor jogged up next to him.

He nodded and they began to walk away. She got up and walked in the other direction, she waved for me to follow. I got up, we walked around the dig sit and around camp, finally she stopped and turned towards me.

"That book, they were reading, I know that book, it's the book my father gave to me a long time ago, I had lost it. I guess he had took it. I want to go check it out, something must be important in it if they hid it from us, when we came into the tent." Her eye's blazed with interest.

Me not being a rule breaker and not doing anything wrong. "We'd get in trouble."

"Not if they didn't know."

"But, what if they come back?"

"If your to chicken, that's fine." She began walking to the tent.

"Hey, I'm not." I don't know why I followed her, I just didn't like being called a chicken.

(Sadie said I am.)

We found the book laying wide open in the middle of the tent. She was already reading what page it was on.

"This makes no sense!" She sat down in frustration, she was rubbing her eyes.

I can hear talking coming up to the tent. I grab her arm and haul her to the corner. She was struggling in protest. Taylor came into the room and grabbed the book.

"Honestly, Julius, you can always forget the important things." He said while walking out of the tent.

"Hey, let go of me please," She spun around in my arms so she was facing me.

I let her go, we walked back to the tent and shared stories, I asked her what she saw on the page, she shook her head and said it was difficult to understand and didn't make sense, something about Ancient Egyptian were still around, and something about the path of the gods, being punishable by death. I told her she was crazy from all the sun and desert sand. We had been friends after that, Our dad's had worked on several other projects and museum artifacts for about a month or so, we had keep in touch for about two years, then she stopped writing and we had just meet back up when she landed in the pool, which brings us back to the infirmary.

She was asleep when Sadie left, but she woke up right after she had left.

"Hey, welcome to Brooklyn house." I say.

"Carter, it's nice to see you, it's been what two years sense we've talked." She sat up.

"Yeah, well you're the one who never wrote back." I poked her forehead.

She looked shocked. "Carter-" I stopped her.

"I'm just messing with you."

"No, Carter, You have to understand, My mother, she thought it was unpractical to write to a boy I meet in the desert, she didn't like- Steve didn't like it. And My father, he left me with them, I was broken. I couldn't really find the energy to write."

"It's fine, but what happened to your dad?" I asked.

"He…he got into a car accident, and it was said to be an accident. But I don't think it was." She began crying and went to put her hands on her face. I took her hands in mine and she sniffled.

"I'm so sorry." I whip away a tear running down her face.

"Please, everybody says that, instead of it making me feel better, it just makes me angry." She tried to stop crying, which leaded to a lot of hiccups and squeaks.

I laugh, "Your always the cutest when you try to calm down." She laughed half heartily.

Normally, I'm so nervous around girls, but I'm not when I'm around her.

"Well, I'm not sorry then?" I ask.

"Yes!" She raised her head.

"I should probably let you sleep, you've had a busy day I assume." I stand up. She just nods, I kinda wished she asked me to stay, I wanted to catch up with her, I hadn't talked with her in years. But I left the infirmary and headed up to my room. I got there and I heard a buzzing noise, I check the terrace, My scrying bowl was lit up, I sit down and look into it. A very tired and sad looking Zia was looking at me.

"Carter, I've tried to reach you twice already. We need to talk." She brushed her hair behind her ear.

"What do we need to talk about?" I ask, plopping myself down on the terrace.

"You know how I said I'd think about you know…'us', well there isn't one. With you know who right around the corner, the brink of an apocalypse, it'd be just a bad time to try and have a relationship. I'm sorry Carter."

"No, I totally understand. I..uh…have to go." I ran my finger through the oil in the bowl.

I don't really remember getting into bed, but I didn't change my cloths. I fell asleep almost immediately. I woke up to a lite knocking on my door.

"I hope this is the right door." Said a little whisper.

I get up out of the bed, and wobble to the door, and open it up. Liz, was standing there, she rubbed her eye's with one hand.

"Carter, I'm sorry, I know it's late but I couldn't sleep, and I was hoping you could help me, by telling me one of your dad's story's?" She murmured.

"Um, shouldn't you be in the infirmary?" I turn on a light. Her skin was pale, not as pale as earlier, her normal pale self.

"Its creepy in there. I couldn't sleep. Please?" She yawned.

"How about I tell you of one of my stories?" I move out of the door and let her come in.

"Thank you Carter." She wobbled in, I invited her to sit of the bed. I sat next to her, I crossed my legs.

"Are you ok Carter? You look really sad. Like the first time I met you." She scoots closer.

"Yeah, just fine."

I started to tell her about what had happened during christmas Eve, and the whole saving the world from Set. By the middle of the story she was out like A light. I picked her up and carried her back down stairs. She snored, not like loud and guy like. But it quick little breaths that sounded like someone over pronouncing the letter Q. I put her back in the bed in the infirmary and get her tucked in. I went back up to my room and passed out on my bed.