Chapter 12: A puzzle Piece
A/N: I am soooo sorry it has taken so long for me to update! But here is a chapter so please don't hate me. Also I am going to continue with my original story line with a few things added. I know it is not exactly how the show has it but this is my story…
"Umm, your majesty?" I ran down the corridor, stopping right in front of the queen. If anyone could tell me the little gold man was then she could.
"Kathleen! You know better to run in the corridors, now what do you want?" For some reason she could never punish me, even though I was sure there has been times I deserved it…like when I dumped water on the head of King Midas.
"I am umm, wanted to ask you something. In private." I noticed all the courtiers surrounding her.
"We can go into the throne room." She pointed to the door to our left, I followed her inside. "Now, what do you want to ask me?"
"Do we have any visitors right now?"
"No, only people here are permanent residents." She waved a hand at me... I was a permanent resident.
"Are there any courtiers who are small, a few inches taller then me, with a goldish tinge to their skin?" I could still see the man in my minds eye, giggling and waving his hands about.
"No, I don't know any man by that description." I being an idiot did not notice the emphasis on 'man'.
-One week later-
I had asked every single courtier about the man, either they didn't answer, or they simply shook their heads. At the moment I was in the alcove where I had met him, hoping he would be there. Every other day he hadn't been, but I was known for my persistence.
"Looking for me dearie?" I turned my head so violently I cracked my neck. Rubbing it I answered him. "Yes! I needed to find you so I could make sure you were seeing through your end of the deal."
"I find you, not the other way around, its how I work." He added a giggle to the rather rude explanation.
"Well can I at least know your name?"
He giggled again. "No!"
"Why not?" This man, while helpful, was bloody annoying.
"Its not part of our deal." I mentally punched myself, but I wasn't going to let him know that.
"What have you found out?" I let a little excitement escape me, but enough that he picked up on.
"Only little superficial things…" He shrugged.
"So what he looks like?"
"No his life's ambition." He said dryly.
"Tell me what you know."
"Do you have the apple?"
"I want my end of the deal first, I don't trust you remember." He smiled at my wit, but I clearly annoyed him.
"No, when I see the apple, you will get all the information I have."
"Then why did you come?" I put my hands on my hips.
"To check up on you dearie." He giggled…again.
"Don't you have somewhere else to be, or is your purpose in life to annoy innocent teenagers?"
"I only annoy the idiot teenagers who make deals with me." He giggled for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.
I punched him.
"Do not ever call me an idiot!" My Scottish brogue evident as ever.
He stood up and pointed a long grey finger at me. "By punching me, and letting your emotions get the best of you, you have in fact proved my point." After thinking about it I realized he was right, but I wasn't going to let him know.
"You're not my father! What right have you to scold me?" He sneered at me and snapped his fingers.
Then he was gone.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" I yelled, despite the fact people were in the corridor.
"I don't kid dearie, it's not my nature." I heard his voice, but it was in my head.
"You are so creepy!" I thought, instead of screamed. The people here had enough reason to think I was crazy.
"It's one of my many amazing qualities."
"Get out of my head!"
He giggled. "What ever you want dearie." And with that I felt a great pressure gone. But his giggling voice still ringing in my ears.