I really had to force myself to write tonight. Migraines are horrible. Anyway, I saw this word today and I honestly had no idea what to write for it since I couldn't really figure out what it actually meant (there's multiple definitions, and while they're close enough, they just confuse me). Then, a friend suggested that my confusion about the word and what it actually does could be the basis of the story. So here we are.

Rapporteur

"A person who gives reports (as at a meeting of a learned society)."

Lucy could barely keep herself still as Bickslow finally made it home from work. He'd barely made it through the door and loosened his tie before she was excitedly asking, "So? How'd it go? Was it good? I told you it'd be good news!"

"Well, it wasn't bad news," he sighed, squeezing past his girlfriend in the hallway to make his way down to their room. "But… It was kinda weird."

Lucy frowned. Weird was bad. Well, it wasn't horrible, but it certainly wasn't good either. "What happened then?"

"I, uh… I think I got a promotion?"

"You got a promotion and you think that's weird?" Lucy picked up one of the pillows on their bed to throw it at him. Sometimes she didn't understand him. "What the hell!"

Bickslow held up his hands to cover his face from the pillow attack. He loved their pillow fights, he really did. It was just that Lucy had a mean swing and sometimes it kinda hurt. "Hey! I said I think I got a promotion, not that I did," he pointed out, finally catching the pillow and keeping it from Lucy's reach.

Lucy sighed, crossing her arms as she leant against the dresser. "Well, what's there to be confused about? Did you get a pay raise?"

"W-Well, yes. I think so. They said they'd send me a new contract to look over next week—"

"Then it's a promotion."

He rolled his eyes at her. "Fine, it's a promotion," he agreed hastily. "But I don't actually know what it is they're wanting me to do." He'd walked into his meeting with his bosses worried as all hell about his job, but ended up walking out just confused as all hell. He'd spent the rest of the day searching online to try and figure out what it was his new possible job would entail, the internet had failed him and it hadn't made him feel any better about it all.

Lucy blinked, staring at her boyfriend for a few silent moments to try and figure out if he was actually serious or not. It seemed he was, judging by weird look he was giving her, as if to say, 'yes, I'm serious, now stop staring at me and say something. I'm waiting.' Really though, Lucy just didn't know what to say.

"How… How can you not know, though?" she asked slowly. "I mean, isn't that why they wanted you to come in for a meeting anyway? To tell you about the new opportunity?"

"Well, yeah, I guess." He shrugged. "But it was more of like, a pre-meeting thing."

"A pre-meeting," Lucy repeated. Bickslow shrugged again. She tried not to shake her head at him. "Alright, did they at least tell you anything about what you'd be doing?"

"Yes. They said something about being a rapporteur for them, or something along those lines."

"A rapporteur? What the hell does that mean?"

"I have no idea!" The internet made it sound fancy and special, but Bickslow had been a public servant long enough to know that nothing about his job would ever be fancy and special. Still, there were so many different descriptions online about it that he just hadn't know what was right and what wasn't. "Honestly, I think it just means I go to more meetings. And then go to even more meetings to talk about what happened in the last meeting."

"Sounds like a glorified secretary," Lucy muttered.

"Honestly, it probably is." But he would be getting more money for it, so really, Bickslow wasn't sure if it was worth complaining.