My Rambles: Okay, so here is an update to a story that I have no idea where is going…at least not all the way… it’s rather a filler chapter but to hell with it. The next will be a little more in depth and will give you some things to ponder on. So yea… read if you want…

Chapter Two

Crevan had no idea what compelled him to go along with the boy’s pretense, but go along he did, feeling like an ass the entire way. He knew that by ‘wishing’, he was encouraging the boy or rather he knew it now. But his mouth, as it quite often did, ran away before his mind caught up.

“I wish for…” All he could think of was the most ridiculous things. A bejeweled teddy bear, a hand full of pudding and a bloody goat… What the hell was wrong with him? “Er… I wish the…uh… That my.. was…”

“If you’ll just be a bit more specific, sir,” Amerigin said with a light smile, the man’s undecidedness amusing him. It had happened a few times before that his Master or Mistress had been skeptical, but believing or not, they always had a ready wish. It was humorous to see the handsome man so at a loss. “Really, anything will do for a test.”

Frowning at the youth, he blurted out, “I wish the wall was green…eh…”

His tone inplied that he was disgusted with himself for blurting out such nonesense. But as it was a wish, Amergin ignored the tone and snapped his fingers, the walls around them instantly bleeding out the cream paint to show a fresh green beneath it.

Crevan watched the change with a disbelieving eye, his mind grasping for a practical reason for the paint to be bleeding down. “Have you drugged me then?”

“Drugged you, Master?” he seemed shocked by the very accusation. “I have not done! I only did as you asked. Why, I could never hurt me Master, it just isna done.”

“Laddie,” he started again, “Tell me what’s you’ve done to me and I’ll be hearing it now.”

“D-done to you?Well I never-”

“D’you ken that I could be allergic to this mess you’ve forced upon me? Would you have me die then?”

“No!” Amergin’s expression was slightly panicked at the mention of dying.

Crevan took that for a bad sign and physically paled, “So you have drugged me! Do you have any idea-”

“No!” Amergin stamped his foot. “You are becoming quite impossible. You wished for something and I made it happen. I’ll no’ have you worrying yourself to death. Wish for something outrageous then, if you need further proof. But believing or no, you’re stuck with me.”

“I think not.”

“I’ll no’ be going back in that wee ring because you are being stubborn. I’ll be having none of it, you,” The genie frowned, knowing he should not have spoken to his Master so, but pressing on nonetheless. No doubt the man would thank him for forcing him out of this ridiculousness… Later, anyway. “Now you wish right this moment or I’ll be-”

“You’re no’ going to quite are you? Have you no decency to leave a grieving mon to his grief?” he sounded angry despite the pity the words brought on. “Then to hell with ye, I will prove this foolishness and be done with it. And when you fail my wish I’ll be thinking seriously about giving you a lashing, boy-o.”

Amergin stiffened. Good God. Was he serious? A lashing? He thought back to a previous Master lon, long ago and shivered. Surely his new Master did not carry favor with the whipping post.

“I wish for money to rain from me ceiling, for my bed to turn to gold covered in silver sheets. Why, I even wish me hand was painted blue.” He leaned back in his seat, a faux surprised expression appearing on his face when he didn’t immediately see results. “Well then, I s’ppose that settles it, yeah? Now then, boy, be gone with you be… fore… I don’t bloody believe it!”

As he had risen to remove the red head from his presense, a fluttering caught his gaze. A gaze that widened comically when he looked to the ceiling to see slivers of money squeezing frm the very wood work. Hastily, he swung his eyes to the bed, his mouth actually falling open as he saw the frame gleam golden, the old quilts now turned into sleek silver. “I canna believe it,” he murmuerd out, his hand- his blue hand rising to press to his eyes. Opening them once more it was the same sight.

Shakily, he moved back to his seat and sat down slowly. This was truly inbelievable. Things like this just did not happen. Mentioned in fairytales or old stories only, Genies were hardly though to be real and yet here he was, blue hand and all.

“Change by bloody hand back,” he said with a growl that came out harsher than intended when he looked up to see the extremely smug look that covered Amergin’s face.

“You have to say the magic words, Master.”

“I wish you to get rid o’ all this you have just given me and change the damned wall back as well.”

Amergin blinked. Was the man serious. “My Lord, you do not wish to keep your gold and wealth?”

“I have enough wealth of me own that I dinna need to be talking from that. Besides, where does tha’ come from? I willna take the chance of taking from someone else for me own greed. I willna be having it.”

The redhead was confused but did as he was told with a quick snap of his fingers. This man was certainly something. So gruff in his current demeanor and clearly unpleased with the discovering of a Genie who could give him the word. In fact, had chosen to give up Godly wealth. It was unheard of and yet his new Master would have none of it. It was refreshing. Greed was an expected thing in his field and the lack of such was just delightful.

“As you wish, Master,” he said with a smile. “So you believe me now then?’

“Have I any other choice?” Crevan frowned over at him. He had no idea what he was to dow ith the boy now that he was stuck with him. Four months was a long time to be schackled to someone you didn’t know. “What am I to do with you?”

“Use me as you wish.”

Crevan had a decidedly sexual reaction to that- which he chose to ignore.

He had no need of treasures and trinkets, much less a young lad followeing behind his every step for no other reason than he was supposed to be the boy’s Master. “Can I no’ be rid of you? I’ve no need of a Genie.”

“I am with you for four months time, Master,” but this was said with a sniff of indignation. “I am yours until then, to do with as you wish.” Gad, he hoped Crevan didn’t wish to see him harmed.

“Can I no’ wish you back into the ring?”

“I’d rather you didn’t-erm, that is to say,” he cleared his throat. “You could, but being as the ring is fused to your finger, the results of such a wish could prove distasteful. For instance-”

He waved that away, “I’ll no’ be hearing your excuses all day, laddie. What did your past-er- Master’s do with ya?”

“They used me,” he repeated stiffly. Goodness by the man was a trying one.

“Well I have no need of your talents, so what am I to do with the like o’ you? And don’t you tell me to use you for I have said time and again that I have no use for you!”

“Then bollocks with you! What would you have me say, meanie, other than I can only do as you say!”

“Something other than that to be sure,” Crevan said dryly, not sure how to take the man’s little temper. Or how to take the shiver of arousal he felt when that low fire had entered the boy’s tempermental eyes.

What was he supposed to do? He had no clue.

“To hell with it then,” he finally ground out. “Go on with you and pick a room and stay there.”