No particular plot. I just found myself wondering what sort of things Hanna ran into on a 'normal' day. Some things might be dramatic, romantic, humorous or whatever. I just found an encyclopedia full of monsters and junk and wanted to write a small story for each of them...Just for future reference, each individual case'll probably be one or two chapters long. This'll probably have a hojillion chapters, and a few creatures might appear twice, but anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Hanna is Not a Boy's Name belongs to Tessa Stone.

December 24, 20XX

The two had long since adjusted to sharing the small flat, both enjoyed the other's company. Hanna continued to work at Target, and occasionally with the company of his undead teddy bear he would walk to work, but usually he would leave his friend at the apartment they called home. The day was quiet without Hanna, and although the man enjoyed the redhead's company, it was a good chance to clean up and do what he wished for the day, which usually ended with him being bored by noon.

But on that particular day, Hanna had no work, and so the zombie had made Hanna oolong tea.

"Hey, thanks, Heathcliff."

Heathcliff, as he'd been dubbed, watched in content silence as Hanna reached for the jar of honey, spooning globs of it into his tea. Just when it seemed it was about to pour over the edge, Hanna set aside the jar and sipped peacefully at his tea. Heathcliff sat back in his chair and read through the newspapers.

"Yanno, Rambo, we need to find you a lady-friend."

A pause.

Rambo looked up from the obituaries and raised a brow at his friend.

"...Really?"

"Yeah, really. What kind of girl doya like?"

Yet another pause. The paper slumped in Rambo's hands as he considered, who would he spend his unlife with?

"Well, she would have to be confident. And cute. With a sense of humor..."

Rambo turned his gaze back to Hanna, as he'd been staring at the sink, and found his friend holding back a laugh. Rambo raised a brow and pulled his arms across his chest.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. I mean, I'm great and all, but I'd make a terrible wife, Andrew."

Hanna burst into laughter, letting it fill the entire apartment, and even Andrew felt the corners of his mouth turn slightly, even though Hanna was too busy crying tears of laughter to notice. A few snorts and fist-pounds later, Hanna had finally calmed down.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah, thanks, Dom."

With only the 'aye-aye captain' salute to show he'd listened, Dom got up from his chair to clean up the kitchen. Hanna wiped his eye and sighed, clearly proud of himself. Then came the knocking at the door. Dom glanced down at Hanna, who shrugged.

"Not it."

"Uh...Hello?"

He was asleep. Dom was tempted to just leave the man there, with his head resting against the wall just outside the door. But he was too nice a guy. Dom tapped the man on the shoulder, who promptly snorted and woke up, clearly startled. The man had a simple appearance, his black hair neat but seemingly untouched. His eyes were sunken and there were dark circles around them, giving his hazel eyes the impression of simply being hollow and empty. He was dressed in faded in jeans and a black tee.

"Oh, ah, I apologize..." He paused to yawn. "My name is Michael. I thought you might be able to help me, Mr. Cross."

"I am not Mr. Cross, I am his business partner. Come in, Michael."

"Ah, thanks."

The man who addressed himself as Michael promptly sat upon the floor, his head resting against the wall. Hanna walked in the living area (or whatever you might call it) with his mug of oolong tea, or rather, his mug of honey. He seemed confused for a moment until he looked down to find the newest customer. He smiled widely at Michael and sat across from him.

"How may we be of service?"

"I get eight hours of sleep, and I wake up like this. I can't stay awake!"

Hanna and Dom exchanged doubtful looks, and this seemed to make Michael indignant.

"Seriously! I've been to four doctors, three specialists, and some nutritionist who gave me a smoothie recipe."

Silence followed this remark as Hanna finished off his tea. Michael coughed and cracked his knuckles, a sound that reverbrated off the thin apartment walls. Dom shifted his weight to the other leg. Hanna whistled before saying, "And a partridge in a pear tree."

Michael raised a brow and looked from Hanna to Dom with an annoyed look on his face.

"We'll take your case, Mike."

Name: Michael Levitt
Age: Thirty-one
Male
Complaint: Sleep complaints - unable to stay asleep during the night, unable to stay awake during the day.

Michael left the apartment shortly afterward answering a few questions. Dom had written down some important information and was waiting on Hanna to get the Big-Book-o-Monsters out so they would talk about Michael's case. Hanna crawled out from a desk that was covered in papers and boxes, pulling behind him a book that was probably half his weight. Dom picked it up with ease and Hanna smirked and grabbed his notepad.

"He's being bothered during his sleep, too, so that means its a nuisance. Whaddyou think, Zac?"

"Or maybe it's nothing at all."

Hanna arched a brow and a smile grew on his face as he turned to get a better look at his friend. Zac simply stood from his chair and turned the book in his hands over.

"Couldn't it just be a sleeping disorder?"

"That four doctors, three specialists and a smoothie didn't catch? I don't think so."

Zac scratched his head and looked through the book as Hanna watched him intently.

"How about a Baku?"

Hanna hummed and nodded, writing it down in his notepad.

In that way they came up with several more ideas, including a Domovoi, a Popobawa and a Nightmare. Each would leave behind some distinct trace and Hanna would be able to recognize it immediately, and that would solve the case. The two called Michael and confirmed checking out his house later that day. Hanna was especially excited, because usually they just broke into their customer's houses.

It was a process.

Baby steps...

So Make Believe is pretty much on Hiatus or something. I like this idea much better, since there's a lot less pressure. I'm not gonna have some huge, diabolical plot each time, just something simple to go along with the case and some personal junk. Rest assured, Hanna will probably end up throwing up blood or with his face on the ground and his butt in the air...

Good times.

This particular case will probably be two chapters long, but you'll be able to tell by the chapter titles so things don't get messy.

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