Kane Chronicles One-Shots

Kane Chronicles (Felix x OC)

I don't know why, but Felix always seemed submissive to me. So he's gay in this, and asked for Cleo's help finding his secret admirer that left him a note two weeks before Valentine's Day. And for the story's sake, Felix is sixteen.

"Felix!" Cleo raced out of the library in search of the penguin lover. "I know how to find him!"

Turning the corner to the kitchen, she ran face first into Felix. "There you are. Now come on, I figured out how to find him."

"Are you sure it's a guy?" Felix unwrapped a peppermint, popping it into his mouth as he strolled past the excited librarian.

"You don't know he's not. Plus, he had to have a lot of determination to give you that letter. You don't have a locker and it was said to be in the depths of your bag." Cleo waved the red sheet of paper in his face. "You can't tell me they didn't figure out you were gay while scheming a plan to give this to you."

"We don't know it was in my bag, a group of guys were reading it aloud and tossing it between each other before giving it to me. And Cleo, I've had a group of girls come up to me and ask me to be their Valentine. Just because I'm open with my sexuality doesn't mean others have to acknowledge it." Felix shrugged, taking the paper from her hands to reread it.

Felix,
You probably never noticed all the whispers and stares you get when walking down the hallway. . . or at least your ego doesn't show that you notice. I'm sure you've had plenty of Valentine offers already, but I wanted to add mine to the mix before you make your decision. If you figure out who I am before Valentine's Day, come find me, I'll take you on the best date known to man. If you don't, then I won't bother you like some of the others do.
-An Admirer Hoping For Some Of Your Time

Cleo led him to her second bedroom, stopping in front of one of the bookshelves. "How much do you trust me?"

Felix glanced at her warily. "I gave you the letter when I didn't tell anybody else. What more do you want from me?"

She rolled her eyes. "I need a list of the people who've shown interest in you, guys and girls."

"Give me a notebook and a pen with a decent amount of ink."

She huffed. "And he said your ego wasn't unreasonable. He needs to get his eyes checked."

Felix laughed. "You mean his hearing. You'd be surprised at how awful people are at whispering."

Cleo pulled three shelves up and one down, releasing a heavy mechanism behind the bookcase. "Come on, Penguin. I haven't even started prodding into your head."

Felix shook his head. "How classic of a hiding place," he said dryly.

She ignored him, taking the steps down two at a time.

Felix followed.

The staircase opened out to a lounge area with stacks of cleaning supplies in a couple corners. In the middle of the room was a scrying bowl with hieroglyphs carved into the inner walls. Cleo didn't give him a chance to decipher them as she poured a sickly sweet smelling liquid into the bowl.

"The hieroglyphs help find people you can't picture. From what I've read, repeating words they've said can identify them." She rolled out a scroll depicting the same hieroglyphs as the bowl with a translation underneath.

"Cleo, we've said the words. I read the note aloud to you because you were absorbed into a research project and I was trying to get your attention. How do we know it'll find the right person? Or if they even read it aloud?"

"Don't be such a downer, Felix. That's why you're making a list. The spell shows every person who said those words. All we need to do is identify the right person." She glanced up from the scroll, giving a reassuring smile at him. "Notebooks and pens are to your left."

He rolled his eyes, grabbing the materials and plopping down into the ancient armchair.

The list was as follows:
Lisa
Jessica
Brett
Matthew
Harry
Bianca
Francesca
Tobias
Morgan
Hazel
Anthony
Bella
Alexis
Zoe
Julian

"These are the ones that give the most obvious attention. If there's someone we don't know that shows up in the scrying bowl we'll take a picture and search the school." Felix handed the notebook to her.

She looked down the list of fifteen names. "Julian?"

"Wrong Julian. He's head of the soccer team."

Cleo nodded. "Let's get started then, shall we?"

He groaned.

Cleo recited the letter, speaking into the bowl and adding a few herbs to the top that quickly disintegrated.

Felix leaned over her shoulder with rapt attention, for even he couldn't deny he was curious about this Admirer's identity.

Slowly a picture started to form.

It showed Felix and Cleo in the library on the day he received the letter. He was reading the note to her as she poured herself over three different scrolls.

Cleo looked at the scroll next to her, saying a few words to make the next image appear.

It was when the group of boys were tossing the little red paper back and forth in Ms. Carlisle's class. Reading and boasting about who could present it to Felix.

Next was a barely lit desk. A man with curly red hair was scribbling furiously and mouthing the words. Several times lines of the note were crossed out as he tried to find the right wording. When the mysterious redhead was happy with what was on paper, he transferred it to a new sheet. Then he lifted his arms over his head, leaning back with a resounding pop from his spine. He pulled his head back up, looking straight out of the scrying bowl with his jade eyes before turning off the desk light, causing the picture to fade from view.

Cleo smirked after the liquid went clear. "I told you the writer was a guy."

Felix rolled his eyes. "And now I'm telling you that you lost your privilege of meeting him. Or even knowing his identity, since you seem so proud about knowing everything."

"You can't do that to me!"

"If you figured out he was a guy, then you can figure out who he is." Felix made his way upstairs, leaving a seething Cleo in his wake.