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Disclaimer: I don't own Night World or any of the fairy tales mentioned.

"Tell me again, why are we here?" Morgead asked in bewilderment.

"We're here 'cause it's the last place Uncle Bracken would expect to find me." Jez groaned. "Whatever school is, it doesn't sound good…" she added under her breath.

"Why not? Maybe he'll pick up your thought somewhere near. Maybe he'll be coming here." Morgead said, still looking around wonderingly, like someone skydiving for the first time.

"Morgead, stop doubting me!" Jez said in a slightly louder voice, "Trust me, I have a feeling that school is evil…"

"Well, ok." He said, finally stopped looking around. He put his hand in his pocket casually. "Let's stay here then."

"Easy for you to say." Jez hissed. "And stop looking around! Have you never been to a library?" She said as Morgead started to pull a thick book out of its shelf.

"Frankly, no. Not until this morning you just started dragging me here like you're running for your life or something." Morgead said, flipping through the book. He looked up at her, his green eyes blazing like deep green emeralds. "Look, this book talks about the Cold War—"

Jez made a sound of exasperation, "Look—"

"Can I help you with something, sweetheart?" A middle aged woman asked, leaning down at them. Her hair was grey, and she had blue eyes. She was smiling at them kindly. The name tag she wore indicated that her name was "Mrs. Stucke".

"Are you lost?" She asked, a look of concern crossed her face.

"We—"

"No, ma'am." Morgead said sweetly, cutting Jez off. He closed the book he was looking at and slid it back to its shelf smoothly. "We were just looking around. We're not lost."

"I see." Mrs. Stucke smiled at them kindly. "Are you sure you don't need any help?"

"We're fine. We'll go find my mom. She's right over…there." Morgead pointed at a random direction behind her, smiling at her innocently.

Mrs. Stucke turned to look behind her. When she looked back, the redheaded girl and the boy talking to her was gone.

"What—?" She straightened up, and realized she was talking to nobody. She blinked in confusion; she could've sworn that they were standing there a second ago…

Jez and Morgead watched behind a shelf of books as Mrs. Stucke left in confusion.

"That was close." Jez said, "I bet she was about to throw us out of the library or something—"

"Who is she anyway?"

"I think she was the librarian." She explained, "The one who takes care of this place."

"Well, thanks to you. She'll freak if she sees us again." Morgead said as he started taking out another book. Jez caught his hand and stopped him. He looked up in surprise.

"Morgead, stop it. What kind of seven-year-old reads books about World War II—?"

"It's the Cold War."

"—whatever—of course she's suspicious!"

"Well, it's already suspicious enough that two kids are standing in the history section of books, and you were shouting."

"No I wasn't." Jez argued.

"Yes, you were. Maybe I've never been to a library, but I'm not an idiot. Isn't there some kind of rule that it should be quiet in the library?"

"Yes, and you were so charming." Jez said sarcastically, releasing her grip on Morgead's hand.

"It was your idea to come here." Morgead said, "What's wrong with reading?"

"Are you serious, Morgead?" Jez asked unbelievably.

"What do you want me to do? Sit there and stare into thin air?"

"I'm telling you to blend in."

"And...How?" He asked, leaning against one of the book shelves.

"Do what normal kids do." Jez sighed, pushing a few strands of loose red hair and started walking away.

"Do normal kids dump their friend because they were reading a history book?" Morgead asked, catching up with her. "No wonder they're vermin."

Jez rolled her eyes. "We're going to the children section." She said, as if saying "We're going to see Uncle Bracken's sing"

"There's a children section of books?"

Jez ignored his comment. "There." She pointed.

The area where Jez was pointing at had colourful shelves and walls painted in different colours too. The shelves were much lower than the normal ones. There were puppets, stuffed animals scattered around the carpet-covered-floor. A few kids were sitting on the bean bags at the corner, reading quietly.

"Um...okay."

He picked up one of the books on the carpet, and raised an eye brow. "Cinderella?"

"You never heard of Cinderella?"

"Do I look like I heard of Cinderella?"

"Actually, you do." Jez smirked. She picked up another book. "Peter Pan." She read.

"I heard of that." Morgead said, "I watched the play once. They were saying "I do believe in fairies' and clapping to bring the fairy back."

"Tinker Bell." Jez said unenthusiastically. "Do you believe in fairies, Morgead?" she said thoughtfully.

Morgead just stared at her as if she just said she wanted to be a ballerina.

"I'm serious. I mean, we exist, don't we? And humans think we're myths."

"That's true." Morgead admitted. "But fairies are fairy tales."

"Isn't that the same thing?" Jez put the book back down.

"Don't tell me you believe in fairies." Morgead stopped flipping through books and looked at her side ways.

"What's not possible? Why don't fairies exist if vampires exist?"

"Yeah, and you're supposed to save the world someday."

"Maybe." Jez shrugged. "There's a chance."

"So you believe in fairies?"

"What do you have against fairy tales?"

"They're made up."

"That's like saying we're made up! There's books in here about vampires too, at least what humans think of vampires…"

"I can make a fairy tale."

Jez crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Prove it."

"Okay, then." He said as he sat down on one of the bean bags in the corner. Jez sat down next to him. "Once upon a time…there was a boy and a girl. They were best friends. They always keep each other company. Sometimes they argue with each other, but at the end they're always glad to have each other." He paused.

"And?" Jez prompted.

"They created a family, but they constantly fought for the leadership of the family."

"This is boring." Jez complained. "Nothing's happening. You know, stories always go from ordinary situation, then they have a complication, then they struggle, then there's the climax, and then the denouement." She flicked a page from one of the books on the ground around her. "Oh, and fairy tales always end with 'happily ever after'. Does your story have a 'happily ever after?' "

"Okay." Mogead said, scowling. "I'm stuck."

"How about, one day, the girl disappeared?" Jez suggested, "That could be the conflict."

"Yes, ok. So the girl disappeared, and the boy…" Morgead paused for another second. "The boy was heart broken." He said solemnly. "He thought the girl had abandoned him. He didn't know why he cared so much." Morgead turned his head to Jez, his emerald green eyes looking directly into her silvery-blue eyes. "Until he realized that he loved her."

Jez, unable to tear her gaze away from Morgead, strangely, felt a pang of guilt ran through her.

"Is that interesting enough now?" Morgead asked, smiling faintly.

"Now you're making it sound like a cheesy love story." Jez said finally.

"Okay." He said. "After a while, the girl came back, and the boy was happy. So they lived happily ever after. The end."

Jez glared at him. "That sucks."

Morgead shrugged. "I have the 'once upon a time' and 'happily ever after' part."

"Right." Jez muttered.

They were both silent for a moment.

"Jez?"

"What?"

"You might want to make a note that Mrs. Stucke is coming this way."

"Get out of here then!" Jez hissed.

The next moment, there was no girl with red hair or boy with green eyes on the bean bags anymore.

Mrs. Stucke rubbed her eyes. "I must be hallucinating." She muttered to herself.

"This is so cool." Jez said, her eyes flashing with excitement. "You can see the whole library up here. And nobody even notices us."

Morgead, sitting cross legged on another book shelf across her, picked a book from the shelf below him. "Way cool." He said, grinning.

"You could drop it on someone's head." Jez suggested.

"Good idea." Morgead agreed, "Maybe we should drop it on Mrs. Stucke."

"Oh, Mrs. Stucke's had enough fun today." Jez laughed.

"Maybe she'll get help from fairies. They'll give her a fairy book that grants three wishes..." Morgead smirked.

"Shut up."

"Or a fairy egg…Do fairies hatch from eggs?"

"Shut up."

"I guess they don't…don't you need to step into a ring of mushrooms for the fairies to grant you wishes?

"Shut up."

"I guess a fairy book is just fine…"

"Morgy?" Jez said sweetly. "I'll grant you a wish."

"And?"

He was totally oblivious that Jez was getting herself in a position ready to launch at him. She was sure Mrs. Stucke won't be very happy about this. Whatever.

She felt herself smile.

"Watch."

I guess you know what'll happen…poor Mrs. Stucke :p and I'm sure we all get the saving-the-world comment and Morgead's 'fairy tale'…

So what do you think? Review please : ) I'll give you Jez and Morgead shaped cookies… or Jesse shaped…or Jace shaped…well, ok, Morgead shaped is enough. XD ( I finally have all the Night World books now! YAY)