A/N: I do not own the characters of Van Helsing. I only own a few clothes, some action figures, books and myself. My girlfriend owns herself.. that I know of. :) This chapter has been revised. Re-read it! See how much better it is! Oh.. and I also don't own Livejournal.

Awkward Happenings

The day started off normal enough. Courtney and I awoke, doing our usual 'good morning snuggles', rolled literally out of bed, got up, dressed and had breakfast. Y'know, the whole sha-bang.
Little did I know how odd the days to come were going to be...

"Tara! I'm off to work!" Courtney called, from the kitchen of her nice-sized apartment. It really was a nice first apartment, for it had a large livingroom, a good-sized kitchen, a small bathroom and two well-sized bedrooms. One of which the two girls shared.
"Wait!" Tara yelled, running out of the bedroom and into the hallway, where Courtney now stood. She pulled her lover into a loving hug and gave her a kiss, "I love you."
"I love you, too," Courtney chuckled, "And as much as I hate it, I've really gotta go." Trying in a half-attempt to disentangle herself from Tara.
"No..." Tara playfully pouted, but let go.
"Yes. I'll see you when I get off." Courtney said as she walked to the door, pulling it open. "And don't forget to do the dishes! Gods know how you function with that memory of yours!"
"Yes, dear..." Tara replied with a grin, "Now get goin'!"
"I'm gone!" Courtney laughed as she left the apartment in the hands of her hap-hazardly, clumsy girlfriend.

With a sigh, Courtney sat back in her chair, having just finished a very irate call.
'Grah... at times like these, I really hate working at a call center.' she thought, pushing a stand-by button to recoup for a few moments.
"Ms. Freeman?"
The red-head looked up to see her team leader, Rick, standing with two other men. One, she noted, was quite tall, muscular and had long-ish brown hair, coming down to about his shoulders. The other seemed quite short compared to his companion and had slightly messy, dirty-blondish hair that stuck out around his ears. That section sort of looked like wings, Courtney thought. Cute!
"Yes?"
"These are the new subervisors that I was telling you about during huddle yesterday. Please meet Mr. Helsing and Mr. Welsh. They will be supervising you, due to your misconduct of out policies. Remember Livejournal?"
Courtney nodded.
"Well, because of it, others have been visiting non-designated sites and following in your footsteps, thinking it fine. So, I hired these fine gentlemen to keep an eye on things." Rick said, giving her a stern look.
"Oh..." Courtney said, looking up apologetically.
"So follow the rules and you won't have to deal with these two."
Courtney nodded again.
"Gentlemen."
The ment nodded to each other a farewell and the team leader walked off. Courtney turned back to her computer. She was about to push the stand-by button off when she was interrupted.
"Excuse me, Ms. Freeman?"
"Yes? And you don't have to call me Ms. Freeman. Please, call me Courtney. Ms. Freeman's too formal." she said with a smile.
"I was just going to tell you to call me by my first name, which is Carl." the blonde man said. He held out a hand for Courtney to shake, which she did, her smile widening.
"Well, hello, Carl. What about Fabio over there?" she inclined her head in the direction of Mr. Helsing.
Hearing the Fabio comment, Mr. Helsing turned around, frowned and glared coldly.
"Well... just call him Helsing."
"No first name?" she queried.
"It's not that, he just doesn't want people knowing it."
"Ah, the mysterious Fabio-man!"
"Well, you'd better get back to work, Courtney." Carl said, politely.
She nodded, doing exactly that. Carl walked over to 'Mr. Helsing', saddened.
"Don't give me that look, Carl. You know the mission as well as I do."
"Yes, but I wish we didn't have to... She's so happy! She has a lover, her own apartment and a job! Not to mention a mother and brother whom love her dearly!" Carl pleaded in a slight English accent.
"I know, Carl!" Helsing said in a harsh whisper, "Do you think that I want to kill someone so young? To end one's life so shortly so that we can stop Dracula from rising again and, in the process, save her soul too?"
"No...' Carl whispered, "Her girlfriend is going to be torn..." he said more to himself.
The former and current friar felt a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Carl."