ON
THE JOB
NOTE: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to the WB and only the WB. But I do own Leslie and anyone you don't recognize.
Summary: Leslie gets in some more training. You can imagine that it does not go very well.
CHAPTER 13
"That game you played last night was pretty cool," said Leslie, even though she hadn't seen it because of daydream land.
"Thanks, Leslie. I can't believe how it turned around," said Connor.
The duo was walking down the hall that late afternoon on Saturday. Actually, it wasn't that late. It was only four thirty but the sun was already going down because of the winter solstice. (That's all better for Angel.) Connor and Leslie went down to the lobby and saw Gunn and Fred heading out with weapons in hand.
"Did you guys get a call?" asked Connor.
"Yeah. Some old bat who's been seeing things," said Gunn.
"Charles, please. We give every client a chance," said Fred.
"Maybe Leslie should go with you," said Connor.
"Why?" the room asked.
"If it's just a spooked out old woman then maybe she can check it out. It's not that dangerous," said Connor.
"Maybe it's not the worst idea. Can I?" asked Leslie.
"Kid, you can't even shoot an arrow," said Gunn. "Fred?"
"I don't know. Maybe a little on the job training wouldn't kill. Just get a weapon that you don't have to shoot," said Fred.
"Thanks, guys," said Leslie.
She and Connor turned to the weapon cabinet. Gunn looked at Fred.
"You sure that's the right choice?" he whispered. "We're talking about a kid who can't even remember her algebra book."
"We'll keep an eye on her," said Fred.
"You said that about Connor and he nearly cracked his coconut of a head," said Gunn.
"Charles, Leslie isn't Connor. She'll be fine."
"Ready," said Leslie. Fred and Gunn turned to her. She had a small handheld ax. "How do these things work?"
"Oh, man," Gunn muttered.
"I'm glad you could come so quickly," Ms. Kilt (the old lady client). "I haven't been feeling right since I moved into this apartment.'
Gunn, Fred, and Leslie were following her through the big place. "Don't worry. What's your problem exactly?" asked Fred.
"It's like I've been getting, how can I put this? It's like I've been getting forewarnings of danger to come." Leslie was shocked at this. "And it's like things unknown to me have been hiding in the shadows. Do what you must to make this stop."
"We're on it," said Gunn. "Where does this usually happen?"
"Check into my room. I have a terrace and that's usually where things go wrong," said Ms. Kilt.
The trio went into Ms. Kilt's bedroom. Nothing seemed strange. "This is a waste," said Gunn.
"Keep looking," said Fred.
Leslie looked out at the terrace. "You looking for me?" asked Mr. Brooke, walking up.
"Dad, it's you again! What do you want?"
"I told you at that boy's game. I want to ruin your life. I'll hunt you until the day you die."
"Why would you do this to me? I'm your daughter," said Leslie.
"Not anymore, sweets."
"Leslie!" yelled Fred.
"What?" said Leslie, coming out of her dream.
Suddenly the pretty girl was knocked to the floor. Something had come from out of nowhere. It was, indeed, a vamp.
"I guess I was wrong," said Gunn. "For once. But why is this thing here?"
"Charles, stop talking and slice," said Fred.
Gunn swung the ax he was holding at the menacing vampire. He jumped to the dresser.
"Ms. Kilt must be haunted by this guy. Leslie, help us," said Fred. "Leslie!"
It was useless. Leslie was absorbed in another daydream. What is going on with her?
"Scrub it," said Gunn. He grabbed Leslie weapon and shot it at the vamp. He quickly changed to dust.
Ms. Kilt ran in then. "What happened?"
"We got it. Don't worry. You won't be being haunted anymore," said Fred.
"Thank you for your help," said the woman.
Leslie stood up. "Uh, what happened?' she asked.
"We should ask YOU that," said Fred.
THE JOB
NOTE: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to the WB and only the WB. But I do own Leslie and anyone you don't recognize.
Summary: Leslie gets in some more training. You can imagine that it does not go very well.
CHAPTER 13
"That game you played last night was pretty cool," said Leslie, even though she hadn't seen it because of daydream land.
"Thanks, Leslie. I can't believe how it turned around," said Connor.
The duo was walking down the hall that late afternoon on Saturday. Actually, it wasn't that late. It was only four thirty but the sun was already going down because of the winter solstice. (That's all better for Angel.) Connor and Leslie went down to the lobby and saw Gunn and Fred heading out with weapons in hand.
"Did you guys get a call?" asked Connor.
"Yeah. Some old bat who's been seeing things," said Gunn.
"Charles, please. We give every client a chance," said Fred.
"Maybe Leslie should go with you," said Connor.
"Why?" the room asked.
"If it's just a spooked out old woman then maybe she can check it out. It's not that dangerous," said Connor.
"Maybe it's not the worst idea. Can I?" asked Leslie.
"Kid, you can't even shoot an arrow," said Gunn. "Fred?"
"I don't know. Maybe a little on the job training wouldn't kill. Just get a weapon that you don't have to shoot," said Fred.
"Thanks, guys," said Leslie.
She and Connor turned to the weapon cabinet. Gunn looked at Fred.
"You sure that's the right choice?" he whispered. "We're talking about a kid who can't even remember her algebra book."
"We'll keep an eye on her," said Fred.
"You said that about Connor and he nearly cracked his coconut of a head," said Gunn.
"Charles, Leslie isn't Connor. She'll be fine."
"Ready," said Leslie. Fred and Gunn turned to her. She had a small handheld ax. "How do these things work?"
"Oh, man," Gunn muttered.
"I'm glad you could come so quickly," Ms. Kilt (the old lady client). "I haven't been feeling right since I moved into this apartment.'
Gunn, Fred, and Leslie were following her through the big place. "Don't worry. What's your problem exactly?" asked Fred.
"It's like I've been getting, how can I put this? It's like I've been getting forewarnings of danger to come." Leslie was shocked at this. "And it's like things unknown to me have been hiding in the shadows. Do what you must to make this stop."
"We're on it," said Gunn. "Where does this usually happen?"
"Check into my room. I have a terrace and that's usually where things go wrong," said Ms. Kilt.
The trio went into Ms. Kilt's bedroom. Nothing seemed strange. "This is a waste," said Gunn.
"Keep looking," said Fred.
Leslie looked out at the terrace. "You looking for me?" asked Mr. Brooke, walking up.
"Dad, it's you again! What do you want?"
"I told you at that boy's game. I want to ruin your life. I'll hunt you until the day you die."
"Why would you do this to me? I'm your daughter," said Leslie.
"Not anymore, sweets."
"Leslie!" yelled Fred.
"What?" said Leslie, coming out of her dream.
Suddenly the pretty girl was knocked to the floor. Something had come from out of nowhere. It was, indeed, a vamp.
"I guess I was wrong," said Gunn. "For once. But why is this thing here?"
"Charles, stop talking and slice," said Fred.
Gunn swung the ax he was holding at the menacing vampire. He jumped to the dresser.
"Ms. Kilt must be haunted by this guy. Leslie, help us," said Fred. "Leslie!"
It was useless. Leslie was absorbed in another daydream. What is going on with her?
"Scrub it," said Gunn. He grabbed Leslie weapon and shot it at the vamp. He quickly changed to dust.
Ms. Kilt ran in then. "What happened?"
"We got it. Don't worry. You won't be being haunted anymore," said Fred.
"Thank you for your help," said the woman.
Leslie stood up. "Uh, what happened?' she asked.
"We should ask YOU that," said Fred.