-Twenty-Five Days-

A Psychonauts Christmas Fanfic by Digitaldreamer

Day Eleven: Milla's Major Award, Part Two

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Sorry I took so long to post this one guys. I meant to do so this morning, but was down.

Right...anyway, so begins week two. Well, technically it began yesterday, but whatever.

So I really did manage to use this weekend to get ahead, isn't that great? I'm not as ahead as I wanted, but still, I feel accomplished.

Right...onward!

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It was just a regular day in the agency. Agents shuffled this way and that, carrying case files and mumbling about how they wouldn't have it all done by next Christmas, coffee inhaled by the gallons as they tried to keep themselves awake in the holiday crunch.

And then It happened.

Milla was just leisurely making her way through the halls, humming jollily to herself. Then, quite suddenly a loud crash was heard, coming from her office. The Brazilian's eyes widened and she ran the rest of the way to her office.

Nothing could have prepared her for the sight she saw.

There stood Sasha, a stack of case files in hand, his expression impossible to distinguish due to sunglasses. And there, laying at his feet like some sort of unfortunate murder victim, lay the pieces of what had once been her major award.

"My lamp!" Milla cried out, rushing over and dropping to her knees next to its forlorn remains. "It's...it's..."

"Oh my...I'm sorry, Milla." Sasha said. "I was...coming in here to deliver these papers for you and I...ah...accidentally brushed against your lamp. I tried to save it, but it broke."

Now Milla had had a very, very hard day, working at decorating the interior of the agency under Tessie's constant, nitpicky ways. Therefore, the Brazilian was quite tired and was running on a very, very short fuse. This was the last straw. She stared at the remains for a moment, nearly in tears. "My major award..."

Sasha let out a long sigh and patted her shoulder consolingly. "Ah well...it didn't really match your...er...'color scheme' anyway." He said in an attempt to be comforting, though he was unable to keep a small note of triumph out of his face.

Milla glanced up at him, eyes widening. "You murderer..."

Sasha blinked in confusion. "What?"

"You broke my lamp!" Milla cried out, then looked back to the remains. "Oh, and it was such a lovely lamp too..."

"I already told you it was an accident." Sasha said.

Milla shook her head. "Oh, come on now Sasha, don't lie! You know you knocked it over on purpose."

"What!?" Sasha sputtered.

"You heard me!" Milla let out a harsh laugh. "I mean, I knew you were jealous of this lamp--"

"Jealous!?" Sasha repeated. "Jealous of a plastic..."

"Jealous!" Milla cut him off. "That's right Sasha, you were jealous! Jealous because I WON!"

"But...but..." Sasha sputtered. "You don't even know what you won it from!"

"Yes, but I still won!" Milla said. "And then you went and broke my Major Award!"

Sasha scoffed. "Major Award!? It's a lamp, Milla! An ugly lamp at that!"

Milla gasped, looking scandalized. She let out a few exclamations of anger as she got to her feet, apparently unable to come up with any words. After glaring eye to eye with Sasha for a few moments she managed to grind out "Get my glue."

"We're out." Sasha said simply.

"Out!?" Milla gasped. Her eyes widened for a moment, then narrowed. "You used up all the glue on purpose, didn't you!?"

"What!?" Sasha sputtered. "That's ridiculous! Why would I do something like that!?"

"Why don't you tell me, murderer!?" Milla snapped, beginning to levitate out of anger, her eyes flashing like some sort of angry harpy.

Sasha's eyes widened a bit as he backed away. Milla rarely got angry, but when she did it was not a good idea to be close to her. His sunglasses would not serve as any sort of protection when she tried to pluck out his eyes. "Ah...calm down, Milla. H-how about I just...ah...gather this up and go buy some blue? I'll...ach...have it fixed in no time." In all honesty he doubted the lamp could be salvaged, and even then he'd rather it wouldn't be, but he liked his eyes in his sockets more than he disliked that lamp.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH IT!" Milla shrieked, causing Sasha to stumble back with wide eyes. She panted a moment, then continued. "I will get the glue and I will fix it. Don't you lay a finger on it!" With that, she turned and stomped towards the door.

At the sound of the argument, most of the occupants of the hallway had gathered around Milla's office to watch. However, as soon as she came towards them they backed away, quivering in fear. Fortunately for them, however, Milla paused at the door, turning to glare at Sasha as she tried to come up with a real crusher. All she got out was...

"NOT A FINGER!"

With that, she was gone.

Milla spent the rest of the day trying to put the lamp back together. After awhile, however, it became clear that the leg lamp was beyond saving. Trying to retain as much dignity as she could, the Mental Minx gathered up the sad, shattered remains of her Major Award. Later that day, she and the rest of the occupants of that hallway buried it out under one of the little decorative trees in the parking lot. The rest of the agents could never be sure, but many swore they could hear the sound of "Taps" being played. Gently.

"Leggie" The Lamp

December 6th, 2006- December 11th, 2006

R.I.P.

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To Be Continued...