Hiya guys! New story here, and this one got a weird thing to it! As you notice both the title and the chapter title are names of songs. The other day I decided I wanted to do a little songfic story, but I didn't necessarily want them to be oneshots, so I put my ipod on shuffle, wrote done the songs in the order they came on and tried to put together a storyline using lyrics and titles to create one big story of connected music and cool stuffs. Anyway, the title is 'We Never Change' by Coldplay and the chapter is 'Eleanor Rigby' by The Beatles. Enjoy and comment: D
We Never Change
Chapter 1: Eleanor Rigby
"She's just having some trouble with the feds." Sam said persistently, trying to rein Michael in for yet another job. A young lady coming over to shake his hand and give him a hug interrupted Sam. Michael raised an eyebrow at him.
"This is Mike. He's the guy I told you about. He's gonna help me with you case.
"Hi I'm Eleanor Korff. Thank you so much for coming. Sam said you were a good assistant in his past cases" The woman said excitedly. She looked unkempt, her hair looking as if it hadn't been brushed after she had gotten her shower and her clothing wrinkled like she had just thrown something on and ran out to meet them.
"Yeah…" Michael said slowly, glaring at Sam behind his sunglasses. Sam flashed him a nervous smile, looking like a child that knew they had done something bad and finding it humorous.
"Is you're middle name Rigby?"
Eleanor laughed quietly, "Yeah. My dad liked the Beatles a lot. My mom didn't have any say in it."
"You're parents named you after their favorite Beatles' song?" Michael asked doubtfully, staring at the women across from him and Sam. Eleanor shrugged.
"Better than being named something weird sounding, like I dunno…. Jesse or Leslie. The names that could go either way."
"So what's your problem, Eleanor?"
"Call me Ellie." She insisted. "Anyway, I've been having a lot of trouble with the police lately. They told me I've housing a murderer. Now that doesn't make sense to me, because, one I don't really have any friends or family that come over often enough, and certainly no murderers. So, I started looking around and I found these wedged in between the floorboards in my living room." Ellie pulled out several pieces of paper, handing them to Sam, who handed them to Michael after giving them a glance.
"There coded." Michael said blankly.
"Yeah, but it wasn't that hard to figure out. It's just sort of the alphabet backwards if that makes sense. So Z equals A and Y is B."
"Smart." Michael said approvingly, glad that this girl wasn't a complete idiot. She was rather amusing actually. He studied the papers, looking at the little penciled in translations underneath the red letters. It looked to be written in red ink, but he suspected it might be blood. It looked too dark to be from a normal red pen. The translation read, 'you know when and where. Same as last time.' The other messages were sometimes similar, but the most often were coded even farther with different names and numbers that suggested the messenger knew they might be found and figured out.
"You know who wrote those?"
"Only one of them has any kind of signature." Ellie said, holding out yet another of the letters. "The guy writing these calls himself Jack. Only thing I could think of was Jack the Ripper being his cover name. The writer often instills some kind of sick sense of humor. My guess is he's crazy in the head and likes being cryptic."
Michael liked this girl more and more. She had a brain in her head and wasn't as easily put off as some of his other clients were.
"So what do you want to do?" Sam asked.
"Do you think this Jack person knows you've found these letters?"
"I've been careful not to lead him to believe that. I always put them back before to long."
"Good. Keep doing that. Monitor them and make sure you're not alone in your house. If this guy is like Jack the Ripper, being the only woman in an empty house isn't a good idea."
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"You're out of yogurt." Fi called to him when he arrived in the loft.
"I had one left. I was saving it. But-."
"Sorry. I had the munchies." Fi said, eating another spoonful of the precious yogurt. "Heard you got a new job with Sam."
"Yeah. Apparently I'm Sam's assistant now." Michael grumbled, taking the spoon from Fiona and stealing a bite before Fi had time to pull the yogurt cup away. She turned her back to him, as she tried desperately to down the last of the blueberry goodness before he could wrestle it away from her.
"Hey, I bought it!" Michael said, reaching over her shoulder to pluck it from her hands. She squeaked, trying to snatch it back and smacking her spoon of his head.
"Fi, you got it in my hair." Michael complained, rubbing his head where he had been hit and feeling the new stickiness.
"Sorry." She apologized without even meaning it. Fi threw the empty cup away and smiled at him. "You got some on your face."
He glared. "Thanks." He wiped a hand across his face, getting most of it off. "So, you want to help Sam and I with this one?"
"Hmmmm… I'm busy right now." She answered, getting serious now.
"With what? You don't have a job."
"With a gun deal, stupid. You don't have a real job either so I don't want to hear it."
Michael rolled his eyes at her. "Some random gangster asking for an RPK again?"
"No… It's not really a gun deal in that sense… it's more like a hired gunpower job."
"Fiona." Michael said, his voice layered with worried and warning tones.
"Come on Michael. It's not like I'm going to get killed or anything. It's precautionary. These guys just want me to watch their backs with shotgun and a flare gun."
"Do you even know who they are?"
"One guy is named Jonathan and the other is Alex. Don't really need last names in my line of work, but from what I can tell their not bad people. I met them just yesterday. Quite nice really, they offered to buy me lunch." She said simply, "That's more than you do nowadays."
"Fi… Not now okay?" Michael said as she got within an inch of him.
"Why not now?" She pouted.
The smell of expensive perfume and gunpowder was overwhelming. Michael couldn't think past it.
Fi pressed her forehead to his staring at him and waiting for a reaction.
Michael stumbled for words, getting lost in her eyes.
She kissed him, starting out lightly before it eventually grew deeper and more passionate. Michael was so distracted by the kiss, that he didn't hear Sam coming, and didn't know he was standing in the dorrway, watching them.
"You two done eating each others face yet?" Sam asked.
They broke away from each other, putting a distance of two feet between them.
Fiona threw the spoon she had set on the counter at Sam.
"Ouch! Just sayin it how it is sister!" He yelped, rubbing his head.
"Shut up Sam." Michael and Fiona said in unison.
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This idea has been running rampant through my mind, and it makes it hard to keep my attention on my other stories, so I decided to just write it down to get it out of my head.
One more thing before I go—notice how I totally dis Jesse in the beginning XD I couldn't help it. jesse gets on my nerves some times—especially when he's trying to steal Fi from Michael.
Anyway, I'd like two reviews b4 the next chapter is up, but I seem pretty popular here so i'm hoping for more. :D ty for reading! yay!