HEY AGAIN! Two in oen day, WHOA! it's a f**kin FIRST! I'm on FIRE!
Liz: *cough*
Heh heh sorry.
Disclaimer- I OWN NOTHING! Cept denny and chomp and cheena and nibbles and fluffikins and tati. Other than that. I got nothin'.

Operatic Operatives

"There's no way the kid can do it," Red drawled. He sat back as Liz bounced the twins, Dan and Ro, on her knee. To his other side sat his buddy Abe who had his eyes focused on Nuala. After the fight in the Nightlands, Nuala and her brother had been brought back to the BPRD. Nuada had been in solitary for a year, now he was out. Officially, he was classified as "dangerous but stable" and only allowed him out under Red's supervision. The prince himself was unchanged for the most, save for his actions. His demeanor was as it had been, cold, haughty, and, in Liz's opinion, snobby.

What HAD changed since he was brought here was the company. Nuada had believed that once in the demon's clutches he'd be treated like a prisoner and a murderer, but he'd been surprised. His sister had forgiven him in seconds, she always was too forgiving. Abe had forgiven him quicker than the others, but then Krauss gave in. Liz had realized she was too busy with children to give a damn, but she still watched him sometimes. And Red… well, Red had told him that there was nothing to forgive. Not only had he been forgiven, but Washington had sent another to join their ranks.

Denny was a federal case, found standing outside a police station when he was seven, the boy had claimed to a BPRD agent that he could see "monsters". The agent had been a glamoured Fragglewump. At seven years old, he'd put those geeky goggles out of business. At twelve, he'd been shipped to the west coast as an inter-species liaison. At nineteen, he was in Trenton, sitting around with the BPRD agents.

"I can too, Red! Watch!" crowed the teen. He stood up and grabbed the pet carrier under his seat. "Wake up fellas! Show time!" He ran round to the table and set down the cage. He smiled as he pulled open the lock and coaxed out a tiny green tooth fairy. He grinned and scratched it under the chin. After he'd uncrated five of the little critters, he ushered them behind the carrier and began rummaging.

"This is a load of bull. These things ain't good for nothing but biting!" grumbled Red. Abe shuddered and nodded. Denny ran from the cage to the stereo and popped his iPod into the slot. He smiled and pressed play, running back to the cage.

"Preeeeeeeeesenting, CHOMP, CHEENA, NIBBLES, FLUFFIKINS, AND TATI!"

"Fluffikins?"

Nuada sighed and shook his head; the tooth fairies would tear the boy apart. That might even be fun to watch, he smiled to himself. The child was amusing enough, but a good tooth fairy attack was always fun. He settled back into his chair as he awaited the blood bath, but instead of screams his ears were met with opera.

Chomp, the green tooth fairy, stood up tall and began, in a squeaky way, to sing "La donna e mobile". Liz smiled and laughed as her husband gaped. They watched as a second tooth fairy scuttled out, this one wearing a red flamenco style dress that flowed over its tiny legs. The little pink creature purred and crooned a "Habanera" that brought Chomp over and made the little green guy blush. As Cheena, the pink fairy, wrapped up with a series of high notes, a blue fairy made its way into the center. The little thing was brandishing a miniature razor and was outfitted with a big black mustache and apron. Nibbles, as was his name, started out into a higher baritone of "The Barber of Seville".

VIGARO VIGARO VIGAROVIGAROVIGAROVUIGAROVIGARO! Il oche doooooooor!

"That…thing just sang…in ITALIAN!" gulped Manning.

As the "Figaro" scene wrapped up, the fourth fairy limped out. Nuada kept his eye on the white clad imp, its pierrot painted face shocked and confused him. As the other three began to mix their songs, the tempo racing, the little painted tooth fairy took center "stage". The music wound down to a slow, sad tune and the little guy reached out to the audience. "Ridi, Pagliaccio, sul tuo amore infranto! Ridi del duol, che t'avvelena il cor!" The damn beasts were singing opera…GOOD opera. Good HUMAN opera.

As the song wrapped up, the tiny creatures paired up and began to do a complex ballet routine. Step, twirl, arabesque into second position! They spun and jumped, using their little wings to leap high into the air. As they delighted the agents with dance, a tiny little figure came out of the carrier wrapped in a thick shawl. Its size was small even for a tooth fairy, but it's first soft wavering note hushed the cheering agents.

"There's a place for us,
Somewhere a place for us.
Peace and quiet and open air
Wait for us
Somewhere.

There's a time for us,
Some day a time for us,
Time together with time to spare,
Time to look, time to care,
Someday!
Somewhere.
We'll find a new way of living,
We'll find a way of forgiving
Somewhere."

The other fairies joined in with their little voices and acted as a harmony for the smallest one.

"There's a place for us,
A time and place for us.
Hold my hand and we're half way there.
Hold my hand and I'll take you there
Somehow,
Someday,
Somewhere!"

Red and the others sat back as the music ended. It was silent all but for Denny's giggles and cheers for his darling little pets.

"THAT'S my babies!" he beamed as he clapped and set about snuggling each one of them. Red and Nuada wore the same expression of pure bewilderment, while Nuala and Liz couldn't stop laughing. And Abe, well…"BRAVO! BRAVO! BRAVISIMO!"

"Told ja my babies could do it! Howzat fer a slice a pie?!" crowed Denny.

"Uh…that was just weird." Muttered the demon.
"I agree," sighed Nuada. "VERY wrong and very weird."

Fin