AN: This is my first Good Place fic. I hope you enjoy it 😊
A Giraffe and a Plucky Mechanic
So, this was the equivalent of heaven but without the constraints of religion. So, in other words, this was freaking awesome but the main problem of being here was the Elanor already knew that she didn't belong here. She had been confused with another person, a great humanitarian and Elanor had enough self-awareness to know that that wasn't her. She was the type of person who would sell her friend's dignity for a quick buck by designing a T-shirt and then selling it to get money. She was someone who would put her cousin's credit card info online as revenge for her comments about how tired Elanor looked.
This was a good place but by no means was Elanor a good person.
There had obviously been some kind of a mistake and this "dream" house with the creepy clowns staring back at her proved it. Why would someone of great merit want clown pictures, surely that would drop their goodness points down a few notches. The only picture that wasn't of a person was of one famous person that Elanor thought she had glanced at pictures of but didn't know her name, Candy, Katie, Kara, Camel. Yeah, Camel was probably it.
Well, for better or worse she was here and she would have to either put her morals behind her and claim that she deserved to be here or she could admit to being the wrong person and get sent to the bad place whatever that was.
Nope. Just nope. That wasn't going to happen, she was going to stay here and maybe find some kind of good person cleanse or magic genie that would lead to her being able to stay in this place permanently. She stretched up and took a weak breath in before hearing a knock on the door and turned around to see Michael enter with a tall giraffe who looked as if she was constantly smelling something awful.
"Elanor," Michael, his name was Michael right, said to her, "I'd like for you to meet your soul mate, Tahani."
Wow, what a kind of prissy name and maybe the other Elanor would get along with her but she reeked of self-entitlement. Elanor looked at Michael before trying to commit to faking her 'good' nature. She held out a hand to Tahani, "Elanor Shellstrop," she said and Tahani reluctantly shook her hand.
"Oh, Michael, not that I don't want to have a gutsy…lesbian as my soul mate but I've never been attracted to women, well that's not true, Portia de Rossi always made me feel a little something when I would come to visit her, well she was more in love with me than I with her but you always can sense these things," she said and Elanor stared at her trying not to let her judgment in.
"Not a lesbian," Elanor said, that seemed the easiest place to start.
Tahani looked her over and paused, "Oh, well," she laughed brushing the comment aside, "it's an easy mistake to make. However, if we're both straight then what was the purpose of having us as soulmates?" she asked and Michael placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Well, a soul mate can be anything from a mentor to a romantic partner to a best friend. A soul mate is someone who enriches your life beyond what you think you could be. Anyway, I'll let you two get acquainted with one another," he smiled before heading out and Tahani looked Elanor over again.
"Ah, okay, I see. I'm the mentor is this mentor-student relationship, well I have done it before but I do want to say that my other…students have had far more chance of becoming like me," Tahani said as she pushed her hair back over her shoulder and Elanor stared at her.
This woman was truly basic and Elanor wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of believing herself to be superior.
