Kitty's POV.
There was something I had to do, had to do...
Not just yet...
But-
Important!
I woke with a start. I sat straight up, and tried to figure out where I was.
Oh, yeah. My room. I'd actually slept in my room. Not the dusty old armchair in the library, with Apocrypha in one hand and my Greek translation book in the other.
And there was something...
My sketchbook!
I rolled out of the bed so fast, I ended up on the floor, tangled up in my blankets.
As I struggled to break free, I heard a laugh from a highly amused djinni.
I turned my head to glare at the dark Egyptian boy laughing at me : Bartimaeus, having taken on the semblance of Ptolemy.
"Help me, will you?"
Ptolemy's grin grew even wider. "What's the magic word?"
I blew a strand of hair from my face. "Fine. Please, help me. Good enough for you, you insufferable bastard?"
Bartimaeus sighed theatrically. "I suppose I shall just have to tolerate your insufferable attitude."
I scowled at him as he helped me untangle myself.
When I was finally free, I impatiently grabbed my sketchbook off of my nightstand. I flipped the pages as quicly as I could, until I found Nathaniel's latest.
It was me, when I was in the Other Place. He had drawn my body lying in its pentacle, my head on a cushion and the key in my hand.
I remembered how relieved he had seemed when I awoke. He had thought I was dead.
And then, after I could stand, we had melded him and Bartimaeus. And he had been able to do things no other human could...
I was getting the beginnings of an idea.
Thanks so much to Anne Gable. I very much appreciated your review and the fact that you added this story to your favorites list. *grins*
I (regrettably, and to my eternal discontent) do not own Mr. Stroud's remarkable genius. *sighs*
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Peace and Pies,
May the odds be ever in your favor,
Live long, and prosper,
-Valkerie