At the H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. organization, it takes all kinds. It takes soldiers and desk jockeys, to those who gather intelligence, and those who interact with supernatural beings in a more civil manner. Roger Winery was one such individual whose task was just that. As a member of the Supernatural Relations department, the man regularly made trips to Gehenna where he would do everything from gather paperwork from the Welfare Center to interacting with the police force and other offices to uncover how to improve life in the town. In fact, he was there to discuss with the police force the matter of "the Kessler Boys" before their leader was apprehended and executed and the group disbanded. When he wasn't doing this, he was in his office, where he would also meet with supernaturals who needed to deliver a complaint or who required other services like assistance in starting up a business. Perhaps he was just filing paperwork at times, but it was all important.

Today, however, Roger did none of these things. Today, he was in the medical wing receiving treatment that was covered by his employer. Taking in a sharp breath, he winced at the cold latex gloves pressing on his ribs.

"Any pain?" questioned Doctor Ackerman, the grandmother of supernatural researcher, Miranda. Doctor Ackerman used to oversee supernatural research, but has since retired from this to focus on more human matters. "Does it hurt when I apply or take away pressure?"

"No." Roger answered, not at all pleased with the predicament.

"Well, I feel no abnormalities…" the doctor continued. "Any difficulty breathing?"

"No." the man replied again. "Maybe when I run, but I was never good at that..."

"What about sensitivity or pain in the breast tissue?"

"No."

"How long do you wear your binder a day, about?" While Roger didn't appreciate the prodding, he realised that it was necessary.

"Uh… I wear it at work, and then I go home and take it off for a couple hours. Then I put it back on." informed Winery. "I don't wear it at night, though."

"Well, you're looking good, but you should really take more breaks than that." the doctor replied. "I know that's not what you want to hear. Nobody ever does."

"That's what I was afraid you'd say..." the man sighed.

"You can put it back on for now, though. And your shirt." Ackerman replied. "Then I'm going to need access to either a buttcheek, or a thigh."

"This is never not awkward..."

"For you, maybe. I'm a doctor. This doesn't phase me at all."

"I thought so." Roger said while buttoning up his shirt. He could see the doctor getting the injection ready. It didn't hurt him any, but it certainly was embarrassing, having to expose himself like this.

As expected, the procedure was over before he knew it and he was allowed to be fully clothed. Now, he always felt sick for a while after, but fortunately, the feeling was never immediate. He had to come back every week or so for another dose. It was an inconvenience, but necessary to Roger.

"Now," the doctor started up again, "I actually need you to update your medical information in the very near future if you wish to proceed. We will still do the testosterone injections, but we need everything to be up to date before anything else."

"I was wondering when that would come up. Has it been that long already?" the man asked.

"Time flies, doesn't it?" Reaching behind her, Ackerman grabbed a file that was set underneath her clipboard before pulling out a generous stack of papers. "I already have copies of everything you need to fill out."

"Sounds like a blast." After being handed the pile, the man was a bit shocked by the weight it actually possessed. Placing it in his lap, he continued to listen to what the woman had to say.

"That's all I really need from you for today. You're free to go until next time." replied the doctor. As Roger stood up, however, something did come to mind.

"Though, I'm sorry, I said you could go… I have a question for you, actually."

"What's that?"

"I was wondering if it's the Supernatural Relations Department or Human Resources that sends those packets to staffmembers if they're also supernaturals." she informed. "I don't know which one to send these papers to."

"Who needs them?" questioned Roger.

"Audrey Baines of the Intelligence Department. A grim reaper."

"Huh… I honestly don't know..."

"Oh, bother… The deadline's coming up and Baines is set to be on vacation for another month or so."

"I could just mail it to him or take it downstairs."

"He's not on the base, currently. He's staying at a friend's summer cottage." Ackerman said. "You'll have to track down the address."

"Of course..." the man sighed. "I'll get on it."

"Thank you so much. It'll be a problem if he doesn't get them in time."


A/N: More on this in the next chapter.

Ohhh... That went fast. I doubt this is good. Ugh... I have no confidence, I'm sorry.

It's short, but there's more to come. We'll get to it next time, 'cause we need to do a scene change, first.

We'll get there, we'll get there.

Though, I did have a very important thought that some of you might be interested in:

If you ship Roger with Daniel, is that ship called "Danger"?

Think about it.

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!