A/N: I put some humor in here to go with the prompt. You might like it. Or not. But I'm sure you'll like it, faithful readers.

Prompt 2 : Humor

The green chalkboard was covered with different words. All of them connected to the same thing, though: a job.

Breach nervously stirred in her seat while watching Caesar retrieve a small blue box. It was a box used to store numerous objects. But when he opened it, Breach could only see thousands of papers and documents.

"Is my brother here yet?" he asked her.

She shook her head. Short strands of hair slapped her face. "No," Breach responded. "I sent Kit to get him."

"Did somebody say my name?" a male voice crowed. It belonged to Gatlocke. Caesar and Breach turned around to see the uninvited guest.

"You're Gatlocke," Breach muttered. "The last time I checked, your name wasn't Kit. Where are they?"

"Kit's in the bathroom," Gatlocke said. "So I had to get Rex. Here he is!" Rex emerged from the hallway, grumbling about being interrupted in the middle of a game.

"This is more important than a game," Breach said stiffly.

Rex shrugged and slid into a chair next to her. "Caesar, what did you come up with? I'm sure I got a truckload of options."

Breach scowled. Sure, his confidence was a defining trait, but it could also be a bad one. She and Rex had taken their career aptitude tests just a day ago, and he was already sure about his results. Breach knew he couldn't answer half the questions; of course, that had involved reason and logic. Physical tests on the other hand…

"Sí," Caesar said. "I have many kinds of jobs for both of you. The ones involving strength are on the board. I'll distribute the personal ones in private." Rex's eyes flew to the board. Breach had already seen her options, as she'd come on time. She'd gotten carpenter and a couple of others, but they did not appeal to her.

"Not bad, Breach," Rex noted, "although I did get better."

"I know," she grumbled. "Stop reminding me."

"I'm too lazy to actually consider any of them, though," he added. Breach was sure it was just for her benefit.

The personal job choices came to them. Breach snatched hers at first sight.

Therapist.

Assistant.

English teacher.

Wedding planner.

Breach frowned. "That's it?"

"Sorry," Caesar said, shrugging. "But unfortunately, neither of you had a formal education. Rex has been busy with Providence and has a limited amount of knowledge. And you, Breach, went to elementary school and high school, but you didn't graduate due to the Nanite Event."

"Even if we were able to get ahold of these positions, we'd still need diplomas. And we don't even have high school ones," sighed Breach. She threw her results down. They hit the floor pathetically.

"Yeah," Rex said, scanning the sheet of paper. "Mine says I can be a Gym teacher, technician assistant, or pawnshop owner."

"And we both know you don't have the capability of being an accordion player," Gatlocke chimed in.

Breach nearly jumped from her seat. "Gatlocke! What are you still doing here? Get out!"

Gatlocke left winking at her, much to her chagrin. How did he know about the accordion thing?

"Who told him about the accordion?" Rex fumed.

"Whoops," Caesar helpfully murmured.

"I have an idea," Rex suddenly said. "What about a Spanish teacher? I know Spanish, and I speak it fluently. I'm sure I can manage that."

"You would certainly amuse schoolchildren with your…delicate accent," Caesar commented. Breach knew as well that sometimes Rex's Spanish wasn't the best. Caesar could've been a Spanish teacher; alas, that choice did not go to his younger brother.

"Maybe we can…forge something?" Breach bit her lip. Van Kleiss knew all about these things; he actually used Breach as a way to get to the officials he was bribing, or places he was blackmailing. Breach caught wind of how to forge documents.

"Forgery?" Caesar exclaimed.

"For a good reason, of course," Rex added. "If we're going to get money, we have to do it ourselves. It's not like we're counterfeiting hard cash. We just need fake diplomas and…maybe credentials?"

"I could write up a resume for you both," Caesar offered. "After all, I did graduate from a renowned university. I might be able to impress your future employers."

"But about the fake stuff," Breach mentioned. "What should we do? Go with forged diplomas?"

"I don't want to resort to that," Rex said.

"Neither do I, but what choice do we have?" she challenged. "It's either we fib a little and get decent jobs, or end up depending on others."

"You know, Breach," Rex said quietly, "if we stayed at Providence after the marriage and honeymoon, none of those things would matter. Money, I mean, and shelter."

She threw her hands up in the air. "I know, I know, but we both agreed we spent enough time wasting our lives with Providence. We helped a lot of people, which is great, but we gotta move on."

Caesar snapped his fingers. "Aha! Perhaps Providence could give you jobs somewhere. You two could work at bases. Dr. Holiday manages to get a handsome salary around here."

"That's not bad either," Breach admitted. "But if we want children in the future, they'll be monitored by Providence as well. And we don't want that happening."

"This place isn't so horrible," he countered. "It assists many people and EVOs. Rex says that he stopped murders here. That he cured the EVOs?"

"Yes," Breach sighed.

"If we leave, who's going to be around to cure the EVOs?" Rex asked.

"I don't know, Rex," Breach snapped. She ran a hand through her hair. "I'm sorry. I'm just stressed."

"So am I."

"Why don't we take a break?" Caesar suggested. "We can get back to the jobs later."

"I miss the old times," Breach sniffed as she watched westerns shoot at one another.

"This movie sucks," Rex mumbled. "How much do you miss the old times?"

"I meant our old times, genius," Breach said. "When you and I began hanging out, and you didn't think I was a total sociopath."

"I still think that," Rex volunteered. "When you call the meatloaf on Friday's bland."

"That is because the meatloaf is bland," Breach told him. "Remember that EVO in the tunnel? I think that was the first time you saw me after the whole…kidnapping bit."

"Yeah," Rex said, suddenly enthusiastic. "And I remember my mind being blown, because I'd never seen you around."

"And I rescued you," Breach said smugly. She sat up a little straighter. "Instead of you swooping in and saving the day, I was the one playing hero."

"Breach, that EVO was different, and you just happened to be by. I would've been fine on my own."

"Whatever you want to think, Rex," she said, but her tone was teasing.

Rex leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. "I miss those old times too."

They were in their own private room again, where the Rex was sprawled against the metal makeshift bed, arms crossed under his head. Breach was standing, her black hair a mess. She and Rex had been kissing rather passionately instead of practicing, like they'd always done.

"I can't wait for the honeymoon," Breach whispered under her breath.

"What was that?" Rex said. He had a large grin spread across his face.

"You know and I know," Breach said. "I'm getting more impatient. But thanks to the jobs your brother mentioned, my mind is drifting away from the honeymoon."

"I get it," Rex said. "I'm thinking about it too." He paused. "When I was younger and not a major chick magnet, I thought I would be at Providence forever. I didn't even consider having a wife or a family, or even living anywhere else besides the base."

"It was like that for me too," Breach said quietly. She stopped playing with her hair. "Although admittedly, I was not happy with my situation. A Pack member doesn't provide the best future. But before you came along, I was…pretty much sure I would be a faceless henchman."

"Must've been hard," Rex mused. "For the both of us."

"Really, Rex. What are we going to do?"

"I'm not sure. But our first idea is getting less and less appealing…"

Breach lunged at him. She adjusted his posture so he was sitting next to her. Rex looked startled by her sudden physical outburst. Breach simply smiled and pat his head. She folded her hands together, closed her eyes, and then considered something. She opened them and faced Rex.

"Breach?"

"I have a. Wonderful. Idea," Breach breathed. "Instead of sticking to our original plan, let's revise it completely. We get married and go on our honeymoon. Come back to travel all around the globe like we planned. But we keep a tie to Providence. Keep a very thin tie, but a tie nonetheless. To ease our guilt, of course. So when they call you in for a curing job, or simply for the extra ally, we charge them. That way, we get our money and help out innocent people. Then we use that cash, along with the regular jobs we'll have, to get a house."

Rex was quiet during the entire time she was babbling. Rubbing his chin in thought, Rex said, "That's actually not a bad idea…but do we keep it up for the rest of our lives? The curing-fighting thing in exchange for money?"

"Yes," Breach said, crossing her arms. "It'll be our jobs. Except we get a salary too."

"But what about the regular jobs? How will we get them?"

"Have you chosen which one you want yet?"

He nodded. "I'll be a Gym teacher. And build a pawnshop in the meantime."

"All righty, then," Breach said, giddy with her plan. "I've decided I'll become a teacher of the sorts. Or a tutor. Whatever. I might manage the house. So we'll get Caesar to make us resumes and Providence agents to suggest us. They have quite the influence."

"So our problems would be solved," Rex said. He sounded amazed. "That's a really good idea, Breach. But one last question: how much should we charge them?"

"It depends on the EVO. The money we receive should be reasonable. If it's a huge EVO that came from a small animal, then the fee won't be so bad. It just varies, okay?"

"So we're set!" Rex said happily. The two embraced, pleased with their newfound solution.

"Of course, I'm still considering the accordion gig," Rex teasingly whispered in her ear.