This is my first A Great and Terrible Beauty/ Rebel Angels fic. I have written Buffy/Spike ones, but not many. Please be kind and R&R!

I do not own any of these character. They belong to Libba Bray.

Two chapter on both Kartik and Gemma's POV on that night that Gemma met with Simon and Kartik got threw the rocks agaisnt the window. Dont remember? Look on pages 214 & 226-229 of Rebel Angels.

ENJOY!

I saw her step out of her home in a blue dress. She looks beautiful, as she always does. Tonight, however, I see her as more than the key to the Temple. She throws me accessional glances and I cant help, but be awe-stricken by her. I help her into the carriage and she slightly smirks at me.

I watch her intently as she steps out of the carriage. I take her hand, helping her off the carriage. Our eyes meet and I feel her falling. I reach out and grab her around the waist, before she hits the ground.

"Steady there, Miss Doyle," I say to her in a shaky voice. After helping her to her feet she looks up at me. "Yes, thank you, Mr. Kartik." I continue to stare into her eyes and Mr. Doyle says something about me, but imso lost in Gemma that I do not hear it. Her father leads her into the house. She looks back me and gives me a shy smile.

I see them now. Gemma and Simon. He took her into the library, alone. They both reach to grab her fallen hair pin. Their fingers touch and their gaze meets. My jaw clenches and a growl builds deep in my throat.

His hand doesn't leave her hair. He has no right to touch her golden hair! I storm towards the house with stones in hand. I throw a stone and it lightly taps the window. The image of him touching her causes me to throw the other stone will all the force I can manage. I see her jump at the noise and then later exit the room.

She walks out to the carriage alone. She looks like she is glowing. I love her like this until I remember she is smiling for him not I. "A pleasant evening, miss?" I choke out.

"Yes, very pleasant." she says as I help her into the carriage.

"So noted," I mutter.

Hours pass, as I sit here with Emily teaching her to read. Gemma enters the room and my stomach clenches. "Good evening." she says marching in the stable.

"Good evening." I say while standing. Emily leaves and we are left looking at each other.

"What did you mean by your comment tonight?" she asks looking at me, with her arms folded.

"I simply asked if you had a pleasant evening. With Mr. Muddleton." I say.

"Middleton," she corrects me. "He is a gentleman, you know?"

I scoff at this. "He looks like a fop."

"I'll thank you not to insult him. You know nothing about him." I don't need to know! I saw the way he looked at my Gemma. "I don't like the way he looks at you. As if you were a piece of ripe fruit." I spit the words at her.

"He does nothing of the sort! Wait a moment. How do you know how he looks at me? Were spying on me?" Uh oh. She is standing up. I burry my nose into a book and murmur, "He did look at you that way. In the library."

"You threw those rocks against the window!" It's a statement, not a question.

"You let him touch your hair!"

She looks at her feet, obviously embarrassed. "I do have something to tell you, if you can stop feeling sorry for yourself long enough to hear it." I scoff at her, yet again.

"I'm not feeling sorry for myself." She glances at me, clearly angry. Is it wrong that I think she looks adorable when she is angry with me? "A good night to you, then." Wait, I cant look at her if she leaves.

"Wait!" I belch out to her. She's gloating. It's attractive on her. "I'm sorry. I promise to be on my very best behavior," I say falling to my knees dramatically. I look around and grab and acorn. "I beg of you, Miss Doyle. Tell me or I shall be forced to kill myself with this mighty weapon."

"Oh do get up," she says but I hear her laugh, and it's the best sound I have ever heard. "Tom has a patient at Bethlem. Nell Hawkins. He says she suffers from delusions." Ah, of course. Back to talking about Circe and The Order.

"That would explain her confinement in Bethlem." I say giving her a smug smile. She just glares at me. "Sorry. Please go on." I could kick myself for my stupidity.

"She claims she's a member of the Order, and that a women names Circe is trying to find her. She say she's driven herself mad to keep Circe from getting to her."

"You must see Nell Hawkins straightaway." I say, quickly

"Yes, I've arranged it already. Tomorrow, around noon, I shall read poetry to Nell Hawkins and to find out what she knows about the temple. Was he really looking at me that way?" she asks me.

I know perfectly what she is talking about. "What way?" I lie.

"Like a piece of ripe fruit?"

"You'd best be on you guard with him," I say to her, my voice shaken from anger. Simon...that bastard! Gemma looks at me confused and then I see a smile cross her beautiful face.

"I am quite able to look after myself." she says and turns around quickly. I watch her hit her head on the wall. Oh yes she is taking great care of herself. My poor Gemma. I do hope she is alright. "Gemma! Are you alright..."

Next chaper coming shortly...Gemma's POV! Please R&R!