More for 100 fic challenge

[daisysusan]

Which, as I've said, I'm doing unofficially - without permission. Mostly so that I can post this Bartimaeus fic as part of it!

Disclaimer: I soo wish I owned The Bartimaeus Trilogy. Unfortunately, that belongs to Jonathan Stroud.

She saw his face in crowds. She dreamt of his appearance at her door. She heard him calling her name when no one was around. She felt that he was right behind her, ducking out of sight when she turned around. On her weakest days, she almost expected him to walk into her office.

 Egypt was a wonderful place. She took night classes when she could afford them, and was learning some Greek and Latin. She’d also done some research on Alexandria and its history. There wasn’t that much information on Ptolemy, but the little there was was—if hard to find—extremely good.

 As compelling as she found her research, it was sometimes hard. Ptolemy triggered memories of Bartimaeus, and Bartimaeus memories … memories of him.

 Some of them were less then flattering, but most were fairly kind. She remembered him telling her his real name; she remembered him handing her the Amulet; she remembered his last promise—that he would live.

Well, his promises had never been worth much.