Author's Note: Okay, I forgot to do this last chapter, so I have to
remember now. First of all, I'm sorry I didn't update sooner. High school
teachers are evil, and not the good sexy Bakura evil, but the 'muahaha,
load up the kids with fraction and exponent division homework!' evil. Okay,
disclaimers. "Why Do I Lie?" is a very good song by Luscious Jackson. The X-
Men belong to Marvel, but one day, Remy and Kurt will bow down before me in
worship! Mweeheehee! Sorry it's short.
Chapter Two
Xenon
Charlie didn't especially like his job. First of all, he had the night shift, which meant he had practically no time to spend with Stephanie or the girls. Also, when he'd gotten into this business, he thought he'd end up working someplace normal; a bank, or maybe Toys 'R' Us. He certainly never thought he would be assigned to guarding a man who was older than his father, separated from him by only a few feet of plastic. When he'd asked Louie, the boss, about it, the only answer he'd gotten was, "Just do what old man Striker says when he comes in, and keep your mouth shut." After a while, he'd gotten used to it.
Well, not the whole 'no iron whatsoever' rule; Charlie was fond of belt buckles involving the State of Texas.
The doors slid open. Max came in carrying a long paper box. He grunted. "Evenin', Chuck." Charlie pointed at the box. "That clean?" "'Spect so. Came from Striker's office by courier." Just to be sure, Charlie put it through the scanner. Came up clear. He nodded at Max, who flipped the door release switch.
Neither of them had the slightest clue that all the box contained was a bouquet of long stemmed white roses and a small card reading, "Soon." Even if they had known, they wouldn't have gotten the joke. The Buffy fanatic sealed in the plastic prison, however, found it exceedingly amusing.
Chapter Two
Xenon
Charlie didn't especially like his job. First of all, he had the night shift, which meant he had practically no time to spend with Stephanie or the girls. Also, when he'd gotten into this business, he thought he'd end up working someplace normal; a bank, or maybe Toys 'R' Us. He certainly never thought he would be assigned to guarding a man who was older than his father, separated from him by only a few feet of plastic. When he'd asked Louie, the boss, about it, the only answer he'd gotten was, "Just do what old man Striker says when he comes in, and keep your mouth shut." After a while, he'd gotten used to it.
Well, not the whole 'no iron whatsoever' rule; Charlie was fond of belt buckles involving the State of Texas.
The doors slid open. Max came in carrying a long paper box. He grunted. "Evenin', Chuck." Charlie pointed at the box. "That clean?" "'Spect so. Came from Striker's office by courier." Just to be sure, Charlie put it through the scanner. Came up clear. He nodded at Max, who flipped the door release switch.
Neither of them had the slightest clue that all the box contained was a bouquet of long stemmed white roses and a small card reading, "Soon." Even if they had known, they wouldn't have gotten the joke. The Buffy fanatic sealed in the plastic prison, however, found it exceedingly amusing.
