Disclaimer: I do not own Holly Short, Julius Root, the Lower Elements, the
LEP or anything like that. It all belongs to Eoin Colfer so don't sue me.
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Captain Holly Short woke up feeling uneasy. She couldn't think of a reason to be nervous until she glanced at the calendar. Ah, yes. Today was the 21st of April. That meant to day was the 10th anniversary of-
"No! Don't go there!" she mentally scolded herself. "You don't have time. You need to get ready for work."
Holly sighed and got out of bed, quickly showered, dressed and went to work. She was surprised to see that the LEP headquarters looked calm and almost too quiet. There were guards stationed around the building holding what looked like extremely nasty weapons. One stopped her as she tried to walk inside.
"I work here!" Holly protested. "I'm Captain Holly Short in Recon!"
"May I see your badge?" the guard asked.
Glaring, Holly flashed her badge at the guard when then stepped aside. Holly rushed past him and into her office before Root could yell at her for being late.
"D'Arvit," she swore at the note on her desk telling her to go see Root. She wearily trudged to her commander's office, expecting a lecture on something-or-other. Holly knocked softly and entered when she heart his grunt of approval.
"I got your note, sir," she said, sitting down.
Root looked up from his papers. "I'm sure you realize that today is the tenth anniversary of-"
"Yes, I know," Holly interrupted, not wanting to hear it out loud.
Root glared at her for interrupting. "As I'm sure you could tell when you came in, security is extremely tight." He paused.
"How does this affect me?" Holly prompted when he still hadn't said anything.
Root sighed and let some of his hidden worry show in his face. "There was a threat," he said slowly. "Several. They seem serious."
Holly felt her breath catch in her throat. "Has the building been checked?"
Rot nodded. "Yes, and nothing turned up."
"Then why are you telling me this?" Holly asked nervously. "What aren't you saying?"
"Short . . ." Root started. "Holly, last time your sister was killed. In this threat, they threatened you."
Holly paled. "W-what? Why?"
"I don't know," Root lied. "I didn't want to tell you, but I thought you might want to go home."
"No, I'll stay," Holly replied. "My job is more important than I am."
"Then . . . be careful," Root said stiffly. "Don't do anything stupid."
"I won't," Holly responded.
"You can go," Root dismissed. "I you change your mind and want to leave, just let me know."
"Do you want me to go?" Holly asked.
"Well, yes, I suppose I do," Root answered grudgingly.
"Why? Why do you care so much" Holly asked, touched.
"They want to kill you because you are the first woman in Recon history. I don't want your career, or life, to end because of a terrorist attack," Root finally explained.
"Then I shouldn't leave because they would win," Holly replied. "I'll be fine."
"Be careful," Root cautioned one last time before he returned to the stack of papers on his desk.
"I will," Holly repeated warmly and returned to her desk with a slight smile on her face. Even though she knew that she was in danger, she couldn't help but feel a little honoured that all this fuss was about her. Her smile vanished when she saw what was on her desk. Holly picked it up as if it might biter her and went back to Root's office.
"Root?" She called out in a shaky voice, not bothering with formalities.
"Short? What's wrong? Come in," Root called out.
Holly walked into his office and sat down again, putting the note on his desk. "This was on my desk. Under the note from you."
Root quickly read the letter and put it back down. "If I ordered you to go home, would you?"
"No," Holly replied. "If I leave now, they win."
Root sighed. "I didn't think so. Go stay with Foaly in the Ops booth then."
"Yes, sir," Holly agreed grudgingly and left, the words still ringing in her ears. *You're next.*
Root shook his head. She was far too stubborn for her own good.
*
Holly knocked on the door of the Ops booth and Foaly quickly let her in.
"Root told me what happened," Foaly said. "I'm sorry."
Holly shrugged. "I'll be fine," she repeated.
"Are you sure?" Foaly asked worriedly.
"Yes!" Holly snapped.
"Want a carrot?" Foaly asked, taking one out of a burlap sack.
Holly glared at him. "No, I don't want a carrot. I want ot go back to my desk and work!" she yelled.
"Touchy," Foaly muttered and took a large bite of the carrot.
"Well, how would you feel, locked in the Ops booth all day?" Holly screamed at him.
"I am, Holly. That's how I do my job," Foaly explained patiently.
"Then how would you like being locked in a room without any work all day long, worried that you're about to be blown up?" she revised loudly.
"Holly, I get your point," Foaly replied, already typing again.
"This is so stupid!" Holly ranted. "I'm fully capable of defending myself! . . ."
Foaly rolled his eyes and continued typing.
Fifteen minutes later, Holly interrupted her rant and asked, "Can I go to the bathroom?"
"Anything to get you out of here," Foaly said sarcastically and opened the doors.
Holly quickly walked out of the Ops booth and forced herself to take her time going to the bathroom.
"Short! I told you to stay in the Ops booth!" a loud voice barked from behind her.
Holly spun around to see a very beet-faced Root standing behind her. "I'm going to the bathroom," she said.
"Already? You've only been here twenty-five minutes!"
"Yes, already," she snapped."
"Don't talk back to me!" Root snapped back.
"If you treat me like a child then I'll act like one!" Holly yelled. "Can I please go to the bathroom now?"
"Can't you wait?" Root asked angrily.
"Until when? I go home in eight hours? I don't think so!" Holly spat.
Looking directly into her fiery hazel eyes, Root said, "Short, I don't want you killed, hurt or in any other way injured. I would order you to go home but I know that you'd just ignore me so I want you to stay in the Ops booth."
"Why do you care so much?" Holly yelled. "I'm replaceable, remember? You could just bring up Frond if I die!"
"Is that what you want? Because I've had to pull a lot of strings to get you to stay in Recon and if you want to go down to Traffic, it will happen in a matter of seconds!" Root hissed.
"You have?" Holly asked, very surprised. "Why?"
"Because you're a good officer, Short. Too stubborn for your own good, but once you get older, you'll most likely grow out of it. In the mean time, go back to the Ops booth!"
"I need to go to the bathroom," Holly replied, no longer yelling.
Root sighed. "Fine. Go to the Ops booth when you're done."
"Yeah, sure," Holly replied distractedly and walked to the bathroom where she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She closed her eyes and saw her sister. Her dead sister. Her perfect sister. Her engaged sister. Her sister who was about to be promoted into Recon when the bomb went off, blowing headquarters to pieces. With her inside. Looking for the bomb. Ironic.
Holly opened her eyes and stared at her own face. Pale, thin, drawn. Scared. Rose had never been scared in her life, even when she was looking for the bomb. Holly watched the tears begin to run down her cheeks. Rose had been her best friend. God, she missed her so much. Holly worriedly wiped her tears away and left the bathroom. She hadn't actually needed to go; she had just needed to think. To remember. To cry.
Holly sighed as she knocked on the door of the Ops booth.
"Ouch," Foaly commented as he opened the doors. "I saw what happened on the monitor."
"I hate him," Holly muttered under her breath. "Doesn't he have any sort of compassion?"
"Nope," Foaly replied. "I thought you knew that by now."
"I guess . . ." Holly trailed off. She sighed. "I don't know. I was brought up that there's some good in everybody."
"Don't give up," Foaly advised. "Just look in other people."
Holly sighed again. "I guess."
"Hee seemed to be really complimenting you, though," Foaly pointed out.
"He feels sorry for me," Holly explained. "My sister died in the blast ten years ago."
"I know," Foaly said sympathetically. "I'm sorry."
"So am I," Holly replied. "But that won't change the past."
"I know," Foaly repeated.
Holly sighed. "If something doesn't happen in the next fifteen minutes, I'm leaving."
"Oh?" Foaly asked, surprised. "I thought you didn't want them to win."
"I don't," Holly agreed. "I'm just bored out of my mind.
"I could show you how the system works," Foaly offered.
"I didn't say I was suicidal," Holly snapped. She sighed again. "I'm sorry. I really should go. I'm too . . . wound up. I'll end up yelling at you."
"If you're sure . . ." Foaly asked sceptically.
"Yeah. See you tomorrow," Holly said and walked to Root's office where she knocked on his door.
"Come in," Root said.
Holly walked in. "If you're sure it's ok, I think I'm going to leave."
Root looked up in surprise. "I thought you were going to stick it out."
Holly sighed and looked down, her face showing how ashamed she was. "I was. I - I . . ." she stopped, not knowing how to explain. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes but refused to let them fall. "I changed my mind," she eventually said, her voice coming out choked. "I will, of course, be back tomorrow."
"Alright," Root said, his voice devoid of any emotion.
Holly looked up. "Are you sure it's ok?"
Root gave her a rare smile. "Holly, considering what's going on, I'm surprised that you stayed this long. It's fine."
"And . . . I'm sorry about earlier," Holly apologized, blushing slightly. "I know I was out of line. I . . . haven't had the best day."
"It's alright," Root replied. "For today," he added as an after thought. "If it ever happens again . . ."
"I know," Holly answered. "I'll be back tomorrow," she said and left, closing the door behind her.
Root stared at the door for a couple of minutes, thinking. He then shook his head for the second time that day and went back to working.
*
Holly collapsed on her bed back at her small apartment, glad to be away from everything at work. She was safe at home. Well, safe from bombs. The problem at home was her thoughts could wander freely.
She let out a loud sigh and turned over to stare at her alarm clock. It didn't look quite right. Brow furrowed, Holly glanced at her watch. It was nine forty-five. She looked at her clock again. It said it was three past midnight.
"What the . . ." she said out loud as she saw the time change to two past midnight. Holly reached pushed the button to change the time, but nothing happened. "D'Arvit," she swore. Holly stared at the clock for a second before her eyes widened in horror. It wasn't her clock. It was the bomb.
"D'Arvit!" she yelled and ran out of her apartment and into the lobby of the building as fast as she could. "There's a bomb!" she yelled at the desk attendant. "It's going to explode in a little over a minute!"
"Wha-"
"Get everybody out!" Holly yelled and started to run towards the doors leading outside. Before she made it, she felt the floors shake and knew that the bomb had exploded. She stopped, unable to move. She could only look up in terror and watch as a large chunk of ceiling fell on top of her, sending her spiralling into unconsciousness.
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Root was in the middle of reading a document when his phone rang.
"Commander Root," he said gruffly, picking up the phone.
"Commander, this is Officer Pine. I'm over at 12th Street. An apartment building just blew up," the officer's voice said worriedly.
Root instantly felt his ulcer go into overdrive. "What's the address?" he asked, switching to speaker phone and looking up Holly's address.
"Umm . . . 143 12th Street," Officer Pine answered.
"D'Arvit," Root swore loudly. "That's Captain Short's apartment. Is she alright?"
"I don't see her," the officer said. "Ambulances just arrived, though, as well as fire trucks."
"I'll be there as soon as I can," Root said and hung up. He grabbed his coat and jogged to Ops booth. "Foaly, open up!" he yelled.
"What's the big deal?" Foaly asked, opening the doors.
"Short's apartment just blew up," Root said.
Foaly paled. "I'm coming," he said, hit a couple of buttons and followed Root out of the Ops booth. "Where does she live?"
"143 12th Street," Root quoted. "It's pretty close, but we oughta fly." They reached the front doors and each strapped on a pair of the extra wings hanging on hooks. They quickly flew over to the wreckage. They landed, Root waved his badge and they quickly go through to where fairies were being loaded onto stretchers.
"Where do you suppose Holly is?" Foaly asked, looking at the stretchers and the crowd surrounding them.
"I don't know," Root replied, too nervous to bother yelling. "How would I?"
Foaly ignored his question, walked over to one of the paramedics and began asking questions. Root went over to the remains of the apartment building door and scanned the out coming stretchers. After what seemed like forever, he saw Holly lying on one of the stretchers that was being hurried towards one of the ambulances and ran after it.
"D'Arvit," he whispered under his breath when he saw her. She was unconscious and looked very pale. She was bleeding badly form a wound on her head and the finger that hadn't fully recovered from when it had gotten cut off in the Artic was barely hanging on.
"Oh, Holly," Foaly muttered under his breath, joining Root by her stretcher, which was now being loaded into an ambulance.
"Are you two coming?" the paramedic asked.
"Of course," Foaly said and climbed in after the stretcher.
"Sir, you'll have to go up front with the driver," the paramedic told Root.
"But-"
"Rules are rules and if you keep arguing, she's not going to make it," the fairy said angrily.
Root quickly went up to the front of the ambulance and sat down next to the driver not saying anything. Trying to get the image of Holly out of his head.
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So, how was that? Lemme know if I should continue.
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Captain Holly Short woke up feeling uneasy. She couldn't think of a reason to be nervous until she glanced at the calendar. Ah, yes. Today was the 21st of April. That meant to day was the 10th anniversary of-
"No! Don't go there!" she mentally scolded herself. "You don't have time. You need to get ready for work."
Holly sighed and got out of bed, quickly showered, dressed and went to work. She was surprised to see that the LEP headquarters looked calm and almost too quiet. There were guards stationed around the building holding what looked like extremely nasty weapons. One stopped her as she tried to walk inside.
"I work here!" Holly protested. "I'm Captain Holly Short in Recon!"
"May I see your badge?" the guard asked.
Glaring, Holly flashed her badge at the guard when then stepped aside. Holly rushed past him and into her office before Root could yell at her for being late.
"D'Arvit," she swore at the note on her desk telling her to go see Root. She wearily trudged to her commander's office, expecting a lecture on something-or-other. Holly knocked softly and entered when she heart his grunt of approval.
"I got your note, sir," she said, sitting down.
Root looked up from his papers. "I'm sure you realize that today is the tenth anniversary of-"
"Yes, I know," Holly interrupted, not wanting to hear it out loud.
Root glared at her for interrupting. "As I'm sure you could tell when you came in, security is extremely tight." He paused.
"How does this affect me?" Holly prompted when he still hadn't said anything.
Root sighed and let some of his hidden worry show in his face. "There was a threat," he said slowly. "Several. They seem serious."
Holly felt her breath catch in her throat. "Has the building been checked?"
Rot nodded. "Yes, and nothing turned up."
"Then why are you telling me this?" Holly asked nervously. "What aren't you saying?"
"Short . . ." Root started. "Holly, last time your sister was killed. In this threat, they threatened you."
Holly paled. "W-what? Why?"
"I don't know," Root lied. "I didn't want to tell you, but I thought you might want to go home."
"No, I'll stay," Holly replied. "My job is more important than I am."
"Then . . . be careful," Root said stiffly. "Don't do anything stupid."
"I won't," Holly responded.
"You can go," Root dismissed. "I you change your mind and want to leave, just let me know."
"Do you want me to go?" Holly asked.
"Well, yes, I suppose I do," Root answered grudgingly.
"Why? Why do you care so much" Holly asked, touched.
"They want to kill you because you are the first woman in Recon history. I don't want your career, or life, to end because of a terrorist attack," Root finally explained.
"Then I shouldn't leave because they would win," Holly replied. "I'll be fine."
"Be careful," Root cautioned one last time before he returned to the stack of papers on his desk.
"I will," Holly repeated warmly and returned to her desk with a slight smile on her face. Even though she knew that she was in danger, she couldn't help but feel a little honoured that all this fuss was about her. Her smile vanished when she saw what was on her desk. Holly picked it up as if it might biter her and went back to Root's office.
"Root?" She called out in a shaky voice, not bothering with formalities.
"Short? What's wrong? Come in," Root called out.
Holly walked into his office and sat down again, putting the note on his desk. "This was on my desk. Under the note from you."
Root quickly read the letter and put it back down. "If I ordered you to go home, would you?"
"No," Holly replied. "If I leave now, they win."
Root sighed. "I didn't think so. Go stay with Foaly in the Ops booth then."
"Yes, sir," Holly agreed grudgingly and left, the words still ringing in her ears. *You're next.*
Root shook his head. She was far too stubborn for her own good.
*
Holly knocked on the door of the Ops booth and Foaly quickly let her in.
"Root told me what happened," Foaly said. "I'm sorry."
Holly shrugged. "I'll be fine," she repeated.
"Are you sure?" Foaly asked worriedly.
"Yes!" Holly snapped.
"Want a carrot?" Foaly asked, taking one out of a burlap sack.
Holly glared at him. "No, I don't want a carrot. I want ot go back to my desk and work!" she yelled.
"Touchy," Foaly muttered and took a large bite of the carrot.
"Well, how would you feel, locked in the Ops booth all day?" Holly screamed at him.
"I am, Holly. That's how I do my job," Foaly explained patiently.
"Then how would you like being locked in a room without any work all day long, worried that you're about to be blown up?" she revised loudly.
"Holly, I get your point," Foaly replied, already typing again.
"This is so stupid!" Holly ranted. "I'm fully capable of defending myself! . . ."
Foaly rolled his eyes and continued typing.
Fifteen minutes later, Holly interrupted her rant and asked, "Can I go to the bathroom?"
"Anything to get you out of here," Foaly said sarcastically and opened the doors.
Holly quickly walked out of the Ops booth and forced herself to take her time going to the bathroom.
"Short! I told you to stay in the Ops booth!" a loud voice barked from behind her.
Holly spun around to see a very beet-faced Root standing behind her. "I'm going to the bathroom," she said.
"Already? You've only been here twenty-five minutes!"
"Yes, already," she snapped."
"Don't talk back to me!" Root snapped back.
"If you treat me like a child then I'll act like one!" Holly yelled. "Can I please go to the bathroom now?"
"Can't you wait?" Root asked angrily.
"Until when? I go home in eight hours? I don't think so!" Holly spat.
Looking directly into her fiery hazel eyes, Root said, "Short, I don't want you killed, hurt or in any other way injured. I would order you to go home but I know that you'd just ignore me so I want you to stay in the Ops booth."
"Why do you care so much?" Holly yelled. "I'm replaceable, remember? You could just bring up Frond if I die!"
"Is that what you want? Because I've had to pull a lot of strings to get you to stay in Recon and if you want to go down to Traffic, it will happen in a matter of seconds!" Root hissed.
"You have?" Holly asked, very surprised. "Why?"
"Because you're a good officer, Short. Too stubborn for your own good, but once you get older, you'll most likely grow out of it. In the mean time, go back to the Ops booth!"
"I need to go to the bathroom," Holly replied, no longer yelling.
Root sighed. "Fine. Go to the Ops booth when you're done."
"Yeah, sure," Holly replied distractedly and walked to the bathroom where she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She closed her eyes and saw her sister. Her dead sister. Her perfect sister. Her engaged sister. Her sister who was about to be promoted into Recon when the bomb went off, blowing headquarters to pieces. With her inside. Looking for the bomb. Ironic.
Holly opened her eyes and stared at her own face. Pale, thin, drawn. Scared. Rose had never been scared in her life, even when she was looking for the bomb. Holly watched the tears begin to run down her cheeks. Rose had been her best friend. God, she missed her so much. Holly worriedly wiped her tears away and left the bathroom. She hadn't actually needed to go; she had just needed to think. To remember. To cry.
Holly sighed as she knocked on the door of the Ops booth.
"Ouch," Foaly commented as he opened the doors. "I saw what happened on the monitor."
"I hate him," Holly muttered under her breath. "Doesn't he have any sort of compassion?"
"Nope," Foaly replied. "I thought you knew that by now."
"I guess . . ." Holly trailed off. She sighed. "I don't know. I was brought up that there's some good in everybody."
"Don't give up," Foaly advised. "Just look in other people."
Holly sighed again. "I guess."
"Hee seemed to be really complimenting you, though," Foaly pointed out.
"He feels sorry for me," Holly explained. "My sister died in the blast ten years ago."
"I know," Foaly said sympathetically. "I'm sorry."
"So am I," Holly replied. "But that won't change the past."
"I know," Foaly repeated.
Holly sighed. "If something doesn't happen in the next fifteen minutes, I'm leaving."
"Oh?" Foaly asked, surprised. "I thought you didn't want them to win."
"I don't," Holly agreed. "I'm just bored out of my mind.
"I could show you how the system works," Foaly offered.
"I didn't say I was suicidal," Holly snapped. She sighed again. "I'm sorry. I really should go. I'm too . . . wound up. I'll end up yelling at you."
"If you're sure . . ." Foaly asked sceptically.
"Yeah. See you tomorrow," Holly said and walked to Root's office where she knocked on his door.
"Come in," Root said.
Holly walked in. "If you're sure it's ok, I think I'm going to leave."
Root looked up in surprise. "I thought you were going to stick it out."
Holly sighed and looked down, her face showing how ashamed she was. "I was. I - I . . ." she stopped, not knowing how to explain. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes but refused to let them fall. "I changed my mind," she eventually said, her voice coming out choked. "I will, of course, be back tomorrow."
"Alright," Root said, his voice devoid of any emotion.
Holly looked up. "Are you sure it's ok?"
Root gave her a rare smile. "Holly, considering what's going on, I'm surprised that you stayed this long. It's fine."
"And . . . I'm sorry about earlier," Holly apologized, blushing slightly. "I know I was out of line. I . . . haven't had the best day."
"It's alright," Root replied. "For today," he added as an after thought. "If it ever happens again . . ."
"I know," Holly answered. "I'll be back tomorrow," she said and left, closing the door behind her.
Root stared at the door for a couple of minutes, thinking. He then shook his head for the second time that day and went back to working.
*
Holly collapsed on her bed back at her small apartment, glad to be away from everything at work. She was safe at home. Well, safe from bombs. The problem at home was her thoughts could wander freely.
She let out a loud sigh and turned over to stare at her alarm clock. It didn't look quite right. Brow furrowed, Holly glanced at her watch. It was nine forty-five. She looked at her clock again. It said it was three past midnight.
"What the . . ." she said out loud as she saw the time change to two past midnight. Holly reached pushed the button to change the time, but nothing happened. "D'Arvit," she swore. Holly stared at the clock for a second before her eyes widened in horror. It wasn't her clock. It was the bomb.
"D'Arvit!" she yelled and ran out of her apartment and into the lobby of the building as fast as she could. "There's a bomb!" she yelled at the desk attendant. "It's going to explode in a little over a minute!"
"Wha-"
"Get everybody out!" Holly yelled and started to run towards the doors leading outside. Before she made it, she felt the floors shake and knew that the bomb had exploded. She stopped, unable to move. She could only look up in terror and watch as a large chunk of ceiling fell on top of her, sending her spiralling into unconsciousness.
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Root was in the middle of reading a document when his phone rang.
"Commander Root," he said gruffly, picking up the phone.
"Commander, this is Officer Pine. I'm over at 12th Street. An apartment building just blew up," the officer's voice said worriedly.
Root instantly felt his ulcer go into overdrive. "What's the address?" he asked, switching to speaker phone and looking up Holly's address.
"Umm . . . 143 12th Street," Officer Pine answered.
"D'Arvit," Root swore loudly. "That's Captain Short's apartment. Is she alright?"
"I don't see her," the officer said. "Ambulances just arrived, though, as well as fire trucks."
"I'll be there as soon as I can," Root said and hung up. He grabbed his coat and jogged to Ops booth. "Foaly, open up!" he yelled.
"What's the big deal?" Foaly asked, opening the doors.
"Short's apartment just blew up," Root said.
Foaly paled. "I'm coming," he said, hit a couple of buttons and followed Root out of the Ops booth. "Where does she live?"
"143 12th Street," Root quoted. "It's pretty close, but we oughta fly." They reached the front doors and each strapped on a pair of the extra wings hanging on hooks. They quickly flew over to the wreckage. They landed, Root waved his badge and they quickly go through to where fairies were being loaded onto stretchers.
"Where do you suppose Holly is?" Foaly asked, looking at the stretchers and the crowd surrounding them.
"I don't know," Root replied, too nervous to bother yelling. "How would I?"
Foaly ignored his question, walked over to one of the paramedics and began asking questions. Root went over to the remains of the apartment building door and scanned the out coming stretchers. After what seemed like forever, he saw Holly lying on one of the stretchers that was being hurried towards one of the ambulances and ran after it.
"D'Arvit," he whispered under his breath when he saw her. She was unconscious and looked very pale. She was bleeding badly form a wound on her head and the finger that hadn't fully recovered from when it had gotten cut off in the Artic was barely hanging on.
"Oh, Holly," Foaly muttered under his breath, joining Root by her stretcher, which was now being loaded into an ambulance.
"Are you two coming?" the paramedic asked.
"Of course," Foaly said and climbed in after the stretcher.
"Sir, you'll have to go up front with the driver," the paramedic told Root.
"But-"
"Rules are rules and if you keep arguing, she's not going to make it," the fairy said angrily.
Root quickly went up to the front of the ambulance and sat down next to the driver not saying anything. Trying to get the image of Holly out of his head.
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So, how was that? Lemme know if I should continue.