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Sneaking Tiwa into PPC headquarters is rather easy. She actually blends right in with all the other crazed agents. The hallways don't seem to make very much sense. They're all the same uniform gray and there isn't any order to the doors and their labels. The agents look like they came from anywhere; Trill and Mindflayers walk side by side with cat people, hobbits, elves and anything else that can be thrown from any sort of media. And then there were the characters! Oh the characters from everywhere!

There was Legolas and Rincewind and Richard Rhal and even a Jane Austen coming in after being attacked by zombies! There was House and Obi-One Kenobi and Faith and the Doctor. All being led by trained looking professionals and all having a slightly dazed look on their faces.

Most people weren't paying attention to where they were going or downing massive amounts of pills and drinks, bitching about things from fan fic and flowers.

Speaking of Flowers, a log moved by, slightly singed. The people in the hall called out greetings to it. It was named Otik apparently.

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He frowns and then gestures to the box of wands again. "Try and find one that works for you."

Alec also pulls out a book and hands it to her. "Simple spells that you should know in case we get caught." He then grins. "You can use them later to show off to James."

"Oh you mean, I'll be able to do his sort of magic even though I've got my own?"

This is oddly confusing and she picks up another wand and this one sends off some pretty green sparks.

"You need to blend in and there's no wandless magic in his 'verse. Your magic will still work," he adds because he has a feeling that will be a worry for her, "But like I said, we need to blend."

Speaking of blending, how is one pointy eared, blue-tattooed on the face guy going to blend in?

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"I know it works since it worked better than before, but I see what you mean, can't do my normal stuff."

Alec picks up a device and shows it to her. It's red and about the size of a hard cover book with an LCD screen. "This is the CAD or Cannon Accuracy Device. Basically what it does is measure how in character someone is. When it hits about seventy five percent out of character it starts to shriek."

He gives a fiddle. "It's kinda hard to turn off."

"So it gets annoying when something's really badly written?"

"Yup!" He picks up two more devices. "Portal opener and disguise generator. This is how you can get mind-flayers to go and deal with House without complete and utter freak-outs."

The disguise generator is tapped and turned on and Alec looks like a normal human. Scary.

She pokes at where his tattoo should be,

"Like my seeming, that's neat."

After swatting at her, he dumps a few packages of Twinkies, a bottle of pills and several decks of cards into his bag. "If it gets really boring, I'll teach you how to play Cripple Mr. Onion."

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"Ooh sweet, made up versions of that sometimes. Do we need anything else?"

"Let's see: Sugar, bleeprin, sugar, cards, CAD, sugar, portal device, bleeprin...Yup."

"What's bleeprin?"

"It's bleach and aspirin in one little pill. They developed it because too many agents were sustaining head injuries from banging their heads against the wall at the stupidity."

"That's oddly useful. I like this place."

"There's also bleepka which is bleach and vodka in a nice drink. You never should combine it with alcohol. One person did and... all that was left was a scorch mark."

"Was it a good explosion?"

"I'm not sure. I wasn't around."

He opens up the portal and waves for her to step through.

She grins and follows after him,

"Just tell me what to do."

The world changes.

They are in between the words of the fic and in front of them is the Text. Almost vocal, like in their heads and yet readable at the same time is the Author's Notes.

Disclaimer: Anything you may recognize as the works of Ms. J. K. Rowling or Mr. Christopher Paolini do not belong to me in any way possible. Other things may be recognized as well, so take care to note that these, too, are not of my possession, but just of my use in this story. Finally, any character that is not recognized, and the plot-line, belongs to yours truly.

Tiwa eyes the warning and almost pokes it but reconsiders.

"It's just words."

The blackness vanishes and they were in an un-described room with a girl reading a book.

Endaira Rezagrats was home alone. She had woken up with a small fever and was deemed unfit to go to the penultimate day of school. Her younger brother, to say the least, was pissed that she got to stay home form school and he didn’t. In other words, he “woke up sick” as well, but being six years old, didn’t have the sense to warm the thermometer by means of a hot lightbulb. Her sister, however, left without a care - school was her social hours. And she had a test that day. Endaira’s parents were currently at work and she was sitting up in bed, reading a book. Her dark brown curly hair was pulled back into a frizzy ponytail - stray hairs that were too short to reach (thanks to an encounter with her sister and a pair of scissors when she was younger) sticking up in front. She often thought she looked like a poodle with a bush on its head. Her brown eyes were watery and her nose was red. The waste basket beside her bed was beginning to overflow with used tissues.

"Oh come on..." Alec muttered, "Your hair isn't going to stay frizzy and short if it got cut when you were little."