Author's Note: Here's the angsty one. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: No, I don't own FOP and please stop asking!
"You're fired!" The finality rings through the coffeehouse and Crocker's heart sinks to the floor. He's failed, he's lost, he's gone…
Geraldine storms out but has one last word, "I want all the school's property returned by Monday or I'll have you arrested. I'm sending a claim for the wrecked car and trees." She slams the door.
After a few minutes of waiting for her to rush in and declare this a practical joke, Crocker wizens up and exits into the rainy night. Rain splatters his tuxedo and soaks him to the bone but he experiences is 'you're fired'. Fired…fired…
In a nearby window, a house close to Café Nervosa, a young, brown haired child plays with a group of plastic toys and lightens Crocker's heart. Where there are children, there are fairies, and where there are fairies, Crocker will go. So what if he's lost his job? There are others, in other cities. He never liked Dimmesdale much anyway.
A new spring in his step, Crocker marches home.
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"My preposition is to put tracking devices on every child so the magic works for us!"
Geraldine sighs heavily. Memories of old times echo through her mind, driving her mad. Crocker was never hers and she knows why. If only the phantoms of the past would acquiesce.
"Well, I'll accept my generous government checks now!"
You don't deserve any money, Geraldine thinks. Now, then, or in the future. Nobody considers fairy hunting a worthwhile prospect except the sanity impaired.
"I'm in love with a psychotic moron!"
No longer. Geraldine extracts from her wallet a picture and pinches in between her thumbs.
Closing her eyes, she throws it into the green, metal trashcan. A weight lifted from her shoulders, she walks home. The deed is done.
"Goodbye, Denzel Crocker."
Fin