A/N: Forget it… too wrong ... sorry, but guess what? I'VE DECIDED
TO KEEP THE VAMPIRES! Fortunately for the plot, they aren't in the story… until this chappy! Anybody else sense the irony? Anywho, don't be too freaked by this, vampires or no!
Disclaimer:chants F-A-N, F-I-C-T-I-O-N! WHAT DOES THAT SPELL? The fact that I only own what I create. Get my point?
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Madness on a Whole New Scale!
Flashback
Holly Patricia Short grinned as she examined herself in the mirror.
The younger of two children, her brother being forty years older, she was old enough to intern at the LEP. She chose this location for two reasons: She wanted to work as an officer when she was older and her dad was Captain there. It wasn't perfect though. Joey was going to move into a small house in Atlantis with his girlfriend. Plus, since she didn't have her own car yet… "Holly, hurry up or we'll be late!" … she got to ride in her daddy's carpool. Joy.
Present
Holly packed the case she was working on and was about to leave when she noticed that Mulch's desk looked like one of Artemis's sandwiches, save the food. She sighed, put down her folder and started with some moldy cake she had made for his birthday months ago. When she was done, she took out the trash for the umpteenth time and passed one of the pictures she had on her desk; Holly noticed it was dusty. Within an hour, the office was perfectly clean (Mulch would have a heart attack over his desk.) and Holly had come to the woeful realization that she was becoming more easily distracted. The police captain inside her was slowly dying.
Or perhaps she really was sick. Holly wasn't sure which idea was worse; chances were that everything was fine and that recent and not-so-recent events had simply taken their tolls. Forget it, now is the time to think about meeting this new officer.
Flashback
Gabriel Kelp stomped down the stairs, muttering to himself. Today was his first day as an intern, and he didn't know whether to be proud or embarrassed. His stiff father was the inspection manager at Koboi Labs and had enough contacts at the top to give Gabe one of the few shots at internship there. He received a letter of acceptance, but declined it when he learned he could intern at the LEP. Gabe's dad nearly had a stroke when his son decided to be one of those "morons" that risked their sorry hides, just to earn a low pay and little respect. The two elves refused to interact within Gabriel's final week of vacation. His mother and brother were distressed over the disturbing feeling around the house, Gabe changing his name to Trouble, the quiet(er) dinners… It was just wrong. At least Gabe-now-Trouble had his work at Police Plaza to keep him distracted.
Could things get any worse?
Present
Trouble immediately headed for Ops. Booth to talk to Foaly. The centaur would rarely talk since the loss of his friends unless someone else made a real effort. In other words, this was his first time in months. But Trouble needed to know a few things about Holly, and he couldn't ask her brother for some odd reason; besides, Captain Short didn't seem to know that much. But he said that he was a good liar… Quit it, he thought, Just ask Foaly for some of Holly's files, explain about her brother, act innocent. No, act casual. Urgh, his mother always said that he thought things out too much, but what would she know?
Kelp knocked on the door and whispered "Foaly, it's just me. Open up!" The centaur seldom let others into Ops. anymore, hence the lack of conversation. He also made sure that you let him know who you were before he let you in, just in case it was someone he didn't like. Commander Sool often threw mini-tantrums because he just happened to be one of those fairies. Trouble was lucky to be on the genius's good side. Yet the sight of what lay in the booth made him want to simply spin around and run away. After Julius's death, Foaly had begun to work to the point of self-abuse. His eyes went bloodshot with huge bags underneath. The teeth, because of neglect, became yellow(er), and were surrounded by chapped lips. His skin was even drier, along with his hooves and hair, which was almost as messed up as his fur. Foaly looked the role he played: the destroyed fairy.
"What do you want, Kelp? I don't have all day." Foaly growled. Trouble decided to talk fast, so Foaly wouldn't have time to be suspicious. "Ineedhelpgettinghollysfileherbrothershereandimjustcurius." Smooth, Moron. "What do you want?" "Erm-H-holly's-eh, file? It's just, well, her brother, from Atlantis, works here now and, um, did you know she had an-eh-brother?" Trouble finished his downhill speech by immediately breaking eye contact. If he hadn't, he wouldn't have noticed how Foaly seemed to be waging war with himself, but Foaly finally spat out, "I might 'accidentally' print her files if you bring me this 'New Short' for lunch. Deal?" "Deal, and I promise you won't regret it!" With that, Trouble nearly skipped out, having gotten what he needed. "I won't," Foaly chuckled to himself, "But with a deal this early in the morning, you might.
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Alright, I lied. But there will be vampires in this! Promise! Dodges various items chucked at face At least this chapter's longer! Audience stops throwing things Plus, I promise I'll update sooner! Runs back to little corner of room