Yeah I know I didn't update Mending the Breach yet, but I just had to type another chapter here! Don't blame me! The stories control me, not the other way around! Anyway, those who watch TBAA know that the angels usually take the time to get to know their assignments and learn about them. Usually each angel leans a little toward one person in particular. Well, this chapter is gonna have a bit of that. Enjoy!

Rex snickered a little as he dialed the next number on the list. "Dude! That last guy didn't know what hit him!"

Bobo nodded. "Yeah! You take the next one!" He grinned and sat back. "Put it on speaker. I wanna hear this!"

"Okay..."

"Hello?" It was a man's voice.

'Perfect!' "Hey mate! Are you almost ready? I'll be by your house to pick you up in about five minutes!" Rex said, putting on an Australian accent for the heck of it.

"Wait what?" The voice on the other end replied.

"Five minutes, mate! Throw a few extra shrimps on the barbie for me. I'm starving!"

"Who is this?"

"It's your mate, Steve!" Bobo gave him a withering, is-that-the-best-you-can-do look. "What, did you hit the sauce already mate?" Bobo had to put a hand over his mouth to keep from bursting out laughing.

"The sauce... Who do you think you're talking to?"

"Crikey mate, we were supposed to wait until after we picked up the sheilas before we hit the sauce. Gosh, when are you ever gonna learn? Thank goodness I'm driving!"

"I think you've got the wrong number..."

"Gosh you hit the sauce hard... Well, hopefully your sight is still clear, mate! We got us a couple of beauties tonight!"

"Look pal, I don't know who you are but-"

"Hey guys! Whatcha doing?" Gloria walked into the room and smiled at Rex and Bobo.

"Oh! Uh..." Rex quickly hung up the phone. "Nothing."

"Were you making prank phone calls?" Gloria guessed, noticing their guilty expressions.

"Uh..."

'Okay, Tess says that when they say uh like that, it's usually a yes...' "I take it you were." She smiled knowingly. The two hung their heads. 'Yes! I was right!' She walked over and sat down next to them. "What were you saying in that one?"

Rex glanced at Bobo nervously. Bobo shrugged helplessly. "Um..."

"Relax. I'm not gonna tell on you." Gloria smiled. "Actually, I'm curious about the concept of prank phone calls. I've read about them a lot. What makes them fun exactly?"

Rex looked at her carefully. 'If she was gonna punish us, she would've done it already. She seems okay... I guess there's no harm...' "Well, it's funny to freak people out with these things." He explained. "I guess their confusion is what's so funny." He paused. "Maybe it would be easier to show you. I can't really explain it." Bobo gaped at him. "Don't worry, Bobo. If she was gonna tell, she would have done it by now. We're toast anyway." Rex tossed him the phone. "You take the next one."

Bobo looked at him doubtfully before dialing another number.

"Hello?"

Bobo made his voice sound all deep and official. "Hello. This is the Mental Health Hotline. If you are obsessive compulsive, press one repeatedly. If you are co-dependent, ask someone to press two for you." Rex put a hand over his mouth to muffle his snickering.

"What?"

"If you have multiple personalities, press three, four, five, and six. If you are paranoid, we know who you are and what you want. Stay on the line and we'll trace your call."

"Who are you?" The voice sounded slightly freaked.

"If you are delusional, press seven and your call will be transferred to the mother ship."

Click.

Rex burst out laughing. "Nice one, Bobo!"

Gloria frowned. "Maybe I'll understand it more if I try it myself."

"Go ahead!" Bobo dialed another number and passed Gloria the phone.

Gloria put the phone to her ear. 'What do I say? I'd might as well be safe for my first time...' She didn't notice the door opening. Rex and Bobo's eyes widened and they started waving their hands desperately. "What is it?" She whispered. Rex was waving his hand over his neck and Bobo was pointing behind her. Before she could ask what was up, someone picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello! This is the Home Appliance Testing Service. I'm calling to ask if your refrigerator is running." Rex and Bobo both facepalmed. "What?"

"What is going on here?" Tess's sharp voice cut through the air.

Gloria looked over her shoulder and cringed as Tess gave her the famous Tess Glare. 'Yikes...' Tess took the phone from her, still giving that deadly look.

"Sorry, sir. Wrong number." She hung up the phone and grabbed Gloria's shoulder, pulling her to her feet. "I'll speak with you later." She muttered before turning to Rex and Bobo, who flinched and quickly put on shameful puppy dog faces. "Don't even try it. Office. Now." She pointed toward the door.

…...

Noah rummaged through the fridge, grinning a little to himself. 'Classic...' Some person had just called asking if his refrigerator was running. He let out a laugh. "Can't wait to tell Rex about that one!" He murmured to himself. Whoever it was was SO busted! If that woman's voice was any indicator, that girl was in deep trouble! He chuckled a little to himself before focusing on the task at hand: food. He frowned a little when he saw how little he had left. 'I'll have to cut into what's left of the money White gave me pretty soon.'

Ever since Noah had told Rex the truth about being originally hired to be his friend, the money from Providence had just stopped coming. Thankfully, the house still hadn't been foreclosed and no policemen had come knocking at his door demanding why he didn't have any parents and why he wasn't in school. Either White was still sympathetic to Noah's situation, or the payments he put forth were annual. If that was the case, as Noah strongly suspected it was, he'd be homeless by the time the New Year came around! He knew he had done the right thing. Still...it would be nice to be eating something besides bologna.

Breathing a sigh, Noah pulled out his dwindling package of bologna and the near-empty carton of orange juice. "Bon appetite!" He muttered glumly to himself before shoving a slice of bologna into his mouth. He shuddered at the greasy taste and quickly chugged some of the orange juice. He shuddered again, more violently. 'Ugh...not a good combo!'

Knock, knock, knock.

Noah looked up. 'Hmph. Maybe the police finally caught on.' Grimacing a little at the combined taste of orange juice and bologna, he went to answer the door. He blinked in surprise when he saw who it was. "Andrew?"

"Hey, Noah!" Andrew smiled. His hair and clothes were soaked. "Mind if I come in?"

Noah, still gaping in surprise, stepped aside to let Andrew in.

"Well, this is a strange coincidence, isn't it? I didn't think that you were the same person that Providence told me about. Your last name is Rylander, right?"

"Y-Yeah... What are you doing here?"

"Oh, right! How rude of me." Andrew reached into his pocket and pulled out a damp document. "Providence decided that someone should be keeping an eye on you."

Noah looked at the paper. 'Yep, that's White's signature.' "I thought Providence was stopping its services to me."

"Not quite." Andrew replied quickly. "You...are being relocated to a...better location. They want me to be here during the...process." He improvised.

"Better location? What does that mean? Where am I going? What's the process?" Noah asked, feeling himself panicking. Would he be moved away from Rex? 'No...they wouldn't... Too big of a risk to Rex's nanites...' He reminded himself.

"Eh...that's classified." Andrew said. Noah looked disappointed but didn't press the matter. 'Whew. Thank the Lord for that magic phrase...'

"Well, come on in. Just a warning, I can't really offer you much in the way of food."

Andrew smiled. "I figured, so I took the liberty of ordering some dinner." At that moment, there was another knock on the door. "Speaking of which..." Andrew turned back toward the door and opened it. "Hello!"

"Hi. Raphael's Pizzas." A familiar face smiled at Andrew. "Three large pizzas. One cheese, one pepperoni, one pineapple."

"Thank you very much." Andrew smiled and took the pizzas before closing the door. "That was good timing, don't you think?" He walked over to the dining room table and put the pizzas down.

Noah didn't bother wondering how Andrew knew he didn't have much food. He didn't bother wondering how Andrew knew that pineapple was his favorite. He didn't even bother to give the document a second glance. He just pulled up a chair and started to eat like he had never tasted food in his life. After a few minutes, he wiped his mouth on his sleeve and smiled gratefully at Andrew. "Thanks! You have no idea how good it feels to be eating something besides bologna!"

Andrew, who was calmly munching on a bit of cheese pizza, smiled and nodded. "I can imagine." He reached over toward the table and grabbed a bottle of root beer. "Thirsty?"

"Whoa! Where did that come from?" Noah asked. He was sure it hadn't been there before...

"It came with the pizza." Andrew poured some soda into a cup and handed it to Noah. "Drink up."

"Sweet!" Noah quickly stopped wondering where the root beer had come from as he started to drink.

The two sat in companionable silence, eating pizza and drinking root beer. 'Such a sweet kid...' Andrew thought to himself. 'But he has so many troubles that he doesn't deserve...'

…...

Six sighed and took another sip of his coffee. Prank phone calls... Right when he thought that Rex couldn't sink any lower, there it was! He had nearly facepalmed when Holiday had told him. And that one nurse had actually been accompanying him! 'White's standards are getting lower by the day... Well, at least that Tess seems strict enough.' Since their talk with her, Rex and Bobo had been unusually sober. He almost smiled to himself. It would be nice to have someone else in the office who had their head on straight.

"Hello!"

Six looked up. The Irish doctor, Monica, was standing there, holding a very large cup of coffee in her hand.

"Mind if I join you?" Monica asked, indicating the seat next to Six.

Six shrugged and pulled the chair out so Monica could sit down.

"Thank you." Monica sat down and took a sip of her coffee. "Well, it was a nice first day here! Everyone here is very nice!"

Six almost laughed but managed to keep a straight face. 'You may think that now...'

"At least everyone I've met." Monica continued. "Then again, I've only met you, Sandra, Bobo, and Rex. But you are all very nice!" She smiled brightly and took another swig of coffee. "And the coffee here is simply marvelous! They even serve little coffee cakes in the morning! Isn't that lovely?"

Six raised an eyebrow at her. At the same time, he felt a slight pang of sadness. This lady wasn't likely to be so chipper after a few days of working here. He kept those thoughts to himself however and nodded his head.

"I haven't seen you around the office today. I assume that you work closely with Rex. How come you weren't around?"

"Other business. Usually I'm only with Rex when he's on a mission or when he breaks out." 'What is with her? She doesn't seem like the type that White would hire...'

"Really? Well, maybe you could stop by and visit every now and then! Rex seems to think a lot of you, judging by what Sandra has told me." She took a slip of her coffee and her eyes glittered. "And she seems to like you a wee bit herself."

'What does that mean?' "I stop by when I'm able." Six murmured.

"Well, I suppose that'll do." Monica shrugged and easily chugged down the rest of her coffee. "I'd better get back to work. It was nice talking to you, Six!" She started to walk away before stopping. "By the way, is Six your first name?"

Six cocked an eyebrow.

"I like to call people by their first names. It makes me feel closer to them."

"People call me Six." Six said curtly.

"Alright then." Monica felt slightly disappointed. 'Ah well. He'll need time I suppose.' "See you later!" She practically skipped out of the room.

Six gaped at Monica's cheerful, retreating figure before casting his eyes down on his own cup of coffee. All of a sudden, he really didn't trust caffeine...

…...

"Is there anything else that needs to be done?" Tess asked as she sorted through the bandages for the third time.

"Not really." Holiday replied, sitting down in one of the chairs. "We really don't have much to do until someone hurts himself."

"I see." Tess walked over and sat down. "So what do you do for fun?" Holiday stared blankly at her. "Oh, come on now! You must be allowed to have fun in this place!"

"Sometimes I listen to the radio...or read..." Holiday ventured, feeling slightly embarrassed at her lack of hobbies.

"Do you like music?" Tess asked, smiling a little.

"Yes."

"Well, that's just perfect! You know, the other day I placed an order in for something special. Let's see if it came in." She walked over to the door. "Well, lookie here!" She bent over and held up a guitar case. "It came in!"

"A guitar?" Holiday blinked in surprise while feeling a slight pang in her chest. "I used to play..." She muttered. "I stopped after the nanite event..."

"Well, why don't you show me what you remember, baby." Tess handed Holiday the guitar case and sat down.

Holiday opened the case and gazed admiringly at the instrument inside. "Wow...This is a good one." She lifted it slowly and put it on her knee. She delicately strummed a few chords before starting to play.

Tess, realizing what song Holiday was playing, began to softly sing. "Chiquitita, tell me what's wrong/ You're enchained by your own sorrow/ In your eyes, and there's no hope for tomorrow..."

Holiday smiled and stopped playing. "You have a beautiful voice, Tess!"

"Thank you, sweetie!" Tess smiled. "Don't stop playing now!" Holiday smiled and obeyed. Tess continued to sing. "How I hate to see you like this/ There is no way you can deny it/ I can see that you're oh so sad, so quiet..." 'How true...' Tess thought secretly to herself, looking at the beautiful, wounded doctor as she strummed away on the guitar. 'How very true...'

Do you like? I originally planned for Tess to be the one to talk more to Six but then I realized that Holiday is more in need of Tess. Six is more in need of someone who is lighthearted and slightly odd (in a good way of course) like Monica. You know what I mean? Please don't flame me for my failed attempt at Australian lingo...or anything for that matter unless you wanna burn Van Kleiss! It's almost one in the morning so there may be some typos. I'll look back and correct them later. Solora out! ^_^