Disclaimer: Touched By An Angel and all its affiliations do not belong to me or anyone I know. They never have and they never will. I'm just playin' with 'em. Though if they did belong to me… But that's another story altogether. Let's get on with the story, shall we?
Summary: What happens when you get between Monica and her coffee on a bad day? Andrew's about to find out... In a rather unenjoyable way…
Coffee Hunt********
Tess popped into the apartment she and her charges were currently staying at, and opened the kitchen door to peer inside, expecting to see Monica hovering over the coffeepot. Instead, she was greeted with a muffled oof! that came from behind the door. Closing it, she was surprised to find a dejected-looking Andrew hanging from the hook by his collar, his feet a foot above the ground.
Peering up at him, she asked, "Angel Boy, what are you doing up there?"
He stared down at her mournfully, his arms crossed awkwardly over his chest. "Where do I start?"
"The beginning is always a good place."
"Oh, okay. Well, in the beginning, God said, 'Let there be—'"
"NOT that far back! Try a little more recently, hmm?"
"Ooookay. Well, let's see…and so then He flooded the Earth for forty days and forty nights—"
"Angel Boy!!!" Tess bellowed. "I am losing patience with you!!!"
"All right! So, I woke up this morning and—"
"ANDREW!!!!!" she thundered.
He gulped, and all in one breath, said quickly and quietly, "Monica-wanted-some-coffee-and-I-was-joking-around-and-I-said-I-wouldn't-give-her-any-and-she-went-berserk-and-got-mad-and-to-make-a-long-story-short-I-ended-up-here."
Taking a moment to process this information, Tess finally said, "Well, why don't you get down fro there?"
Andrew gave her a dismal look. "I can't. My coat's stuck on the hook."
"Did you pray to God for help?" Tess was having some difficulty containing her mirth at the hilarious sight of the usually regal Angel of Death hanging on the back of a door.
He looked positively miserable now. "Yes. It didn't work. He said I should've known better than to provoke Monica while she's coffee-deprived. Will you help me?"
She shook her head. "No."
"What?! Why not?"
"Because I, unlike you, am smart enough to know that you should never incur Monica's wrath when she's not had her coffee for the day. Which reminds me—I need to go and track her down before she gets too much caffeine down her and starts up that whole 'Happy-Hyper-Angel' thing on us. God forbid!" With that, she disappeared, leaving Andrew alone to contemplate his current situation once more.
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