AN: Me no own stuff Kevin Smith own. It his.
ChApTeR 11
Bartleby was driving the truck again. Tzipora was safely buckled in. "When did you first drive?" she asked him.
Bartleby stopped humming along to the radio long enough to answer, "I think...I think it was 1960. Yeah, 'cuz that
was when the Beatles songs started coming out. I really like the Beatles."
"Yeah, I noticed." Tzipora quieted down and stared hard at Bartleby. She tilted her head slightly, like a collie dog
trying to figure out something it didn't understand. He laughed a little, then asked what she was looking at. "I just
realized, you look a LOT like Ben Affleck. I mean, you're like identical to him."
"Ben Affleck?...Oh, that guy from 'Armageddon.' You really think I look like him?" Bartbleby asked, taking a left
turn on to another fairly deserted highway. He looked in his rearview mirror for a moment, then admitted, "Yeah, I
can definitely see some similarity."
"Some? I see a ton of similarity. Where are we going, anyway, B?" Tzipora questioned, glancing out the window,
looking for a road sign. "This reminds me of where I used to live, in Jersey. Y'know, the middle of nowhere."
"We're going to the train station. We need to go back to the East Coast," Bartleby answered her. "I have some stuff
there that needs to be dealt with."
"Such as...?" Tzipora looked back at him. "I just realized something. You don't have a last name, do you?" Bartleby
shook his head. "Hmmm. Now, see, that's a problem for me. I like to take hot guys last names and add them to mine,
y'know, to see how they sound together. I can't be Mrs. Bartleby."
"Why? What is so wrong with Mrs. Bartleby?" he asked her, pulling up and stopping at a stop sign. "Loki used to walk
around all the time singing Loki Bartleby." Tzipora stared incredulously at him. "We weren't gay in the sense you think of.
We loved each other...a lot...but we were...I don't know, connected. Let's not talk about this anymore, okay?" Bartleby
continued to concentrate directly on the road, obviously not wanting to talk about it anymore.
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Loki was getting bored of this sitting around shit. He knew Bartleby needed his help...he'd never done anything this big
before in his long life. Look what happened back at the church. All spur of the moment type things. God knew Bartleby
needed guidance. Duh, She knows everything. She wouldn't let Loki go down to Earth just yet, though. At least, not to talk
to his best friend.
The gang had just stepped off the train in Nevada when they noticed a very familiar blonde man standing in the small crowd.
Gasps all around. "But...I thought Loki was dead!" Bethany whispered to Rufus. "I'm not just seeing things, am I?" Rufus
shook his head, also in disbelief. Taking a deep breath, she called out to him. "Loki! Over here!" Yes, she was yelling to a
former angel who was now dead, the same person who she was once told to kill herself. What an odd world it is that we live
in... Loki looked toward where he had heard his name called, spotted Bethany and the others, and waved to them. They
began to take defensive positions as he drew nearer. He stood still about ten feet away from them, smiling slightly.
"Hey, guys, short time, no see," he greeted them cheerily.
"How the Hell did you get back to Earth? And speaking of Hell, how did you get out?" Serendipity asked loudly, drawing
some unwanted stares from other passengers. She flipped her long hair over her shoulder, keeping the tough look on her
face. Loki laughed at her...short little thing that she was. Serendipity was about as intimidating as a teddy bear...or maybe
an Ewok. "What?"
"You're so cute!" he said, coming closer. He lightly pinched her cheek. "Okay, first of all, I didn't go to Hell, I went to Heaven.
Since I was mortal, and hadn't committed any sins as a human, when I died I went to Heaven. To answer your next question,
the world didn't end because it would only end if an ANGEL got back into Heaven. Which I am no longer. Plus, duh, Azrael
got out of Hell occaisonally. So. There ya have it." They all stared at Loki blankly. "Hey, just because I'm blonde doesn't mean
I'm stupid."
"Right on!" Jay shouted in approval. Bethany started laughing at him.
"Anyway, a lot of weird shit's about to go down, so I figured I'd come down and help you guys," Loki said, stepping closer.
"How do we know you aren't going to screw us over?" Serendipity demanded. Silent Bob nodded, agreeing with her.
"Bartleby killed me. Yeah, I loved him...I still do. But it's payback time."
ChApTeR 11
Bartleby was driving the truck again. Tzipora was safely buckled in. "When did you first drive?" she asked him.
Bartleby stopped humming along to the radio long enough to answer, "I think...I think it was 1960. Yeah, 'cuz that
was when the Beatles songs started coming out. I really like the Beatles."
"Yeah, I noticed." Tzipora quieted down and stared hard at Bartleby. She tilted her head slightly, like a collie dog
trying to figure out something it didn't understand. He laughed a little, then asked what she was looking at. "I just
realized, you look a LOT like Ben Affleck. I mean, you're like identical to him."
"Ben Affleck?...Oh, that guy from 'Armageddon.' You really think I look like him?" Bartbleby asked, taking a left
turn on to another fairly deserted highway. He looked in his rearview mirror for a moment, then admitted, "Yeah, I
can definitely see some similarity."
"Some? I see a ton of similarity. Where are we going, anyway, B?" Tzipora questioned, glancing out the window,
looking for a road sign. "This reminds me of where I used to live, in Jersey. Y'know, the middle of nowhere."
"We're going to the train station. We need to go back to the East Coast," Bartleby answered her. "I have some stuff
there that needs to be dealt with."
"Such as...?" Tzipora looked back at him. "I just realized something. You don't have a last name, do you?" Bartleby
shook his head. "Hmmm. Now, see, that's a problem for me. I like to take hot guys last names and add them to mine,
y'know, to see how they sound together. I can't be Mrs. Bartleby."
"Why? What is so wrong with Mrs. Bartleby?" he asked her, pulling up and stopping at a stop sign. "Loki used to walk
around all the time singing Loki Bartleby." Tzipora stared incredulously at him. "We weren't gay in the sense you think of.
We loved each other...a lot...but we were...I don't know, connected. Let's not talk about this anymore, okay?" Bartleby
continued to concentrate directly on the road, obviously not wanting to talk about it anymore.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Loki was getting bored of this sitting around shit. He knew Bartleby needed his help...he'd never done anything this big
before in his long life. Look what happened back at the church. All spur of the moment type things. God knew Bartleby
needed guidance. Duh, She knows everything. She wouldn't let Loki go down to Earth just yet, though. At least, not to talk
to his best friend.
The gang had just stepped off the train in Nevada when they noticed a very familiar blonde man standing in the small crowd.
Gasps all around. "But...I thought Loki was dead!" Bethany whispered to Rufus. "I'm not just seeing things, am I?" Rufus
shook his head, also in disbelief. Taking a deep breath, she called out to him. "Loki! Over here!" Yes, she was yelling to a
former angel who was now dead, the same person who she was once told to kill herself. What an odd world it is that we live
in... Loki looked toward where he had heard his name called, spotted Bethany and the others, and waved to them. They
began to take defensive positions as he drew nearer. He stood still about ten feet away from them, smiling slightly.
"Hey, guys, short time, no see," he greeted them cheerily.
"How the Hell did you get back to Earth? And speaking of Hell, how did you get out?" Serendipity asked loudly, drawing
some unwanted stares from other passengers. She flipped her long hair over her shoulder, keeping the tough look on her
face. Loki laughed at her...short little thing that she was. Serendipity was about as intimidating as a teddy bear...or maybe
an Ewok. "What?"
"You're so cute!" he said, coming closer. He lightly pinched her cheek. "Okay, first of all, I didn't go to Hell, I went to Heaven.
Since I was mortal, and hadn't committed any sins as a human, when I died I went to Heaven. To answer your next question,
the world didn't end because it would only end if an ANGEL got back into Heaven. Which I am no longer. Plus, duh, Azrael
got out of Hell occaisonally. So. There ya have it." They all stared at Loki blankly. "Hey, just because I'm blonde doesn't mean
I'm stupid."
"Right on!" Jay shouted in approval. Bethany started laughing at him.
"Anyway, a lot of weird shit's about to go down, so I figured I'd come down and help you guys," Loki said, stepping closer.
"How do we know you aren't going to screw us over?" Serendipity demanded. Silent Bob nodded, agreeing with her.
"Bartleby killed me. Yeah, I loved him...I still do. But it's payback time."