Icy's Delivery Service, Chapter Two
Teacher's Pet
AN: Every time you help me think of something for Icy to deliver, it saves me a half an hour of time and assists in the birth of a puppy dog, which are not allowed in Light Haven (see below). Any ideas shall be loved and cherished as if they were my own. I'm okay with open adoptions and will send you updates and pictures as the child grows… oh, wait, wrong advert.
This fic chapter is dedicated to the masses of people who are teacher's pets, whether by choice or luck. I know how you feel. And so does Icy.
After being sent to Light Haven, the Trix sisters were extremely grumpy. Not only had they stripped the girls of their powers, their stolen objects, and their wardrobes (they had been stuck with sunny yellow robes and green headbands!), but they had plopped the girls down in some sunshiny, summery valley.
Of course, Icy thought this incredibly serene and peaceful. It looked very much like the valley in the last scene of Kiki, but she wasn't going to bring it up.
The sisters had been walking. "This is the eighth time we have walked over the horizon and ended up back where we started," Darcy commented. She had been keeping count. There really was nothing else to do unless you wanted to participate in Arts and Crafts or Music Therapy or Yoga. Stormy had been a tad interested in the latter, but Darcy had mentioned that if Stormy was really interested in her inner self and her chakras, she could wait until Darcy found a way to get her powers back.
So they walked, and made another horizon round before a voice came over the magical PA system. "Will Icy please report to the main office for her weekly checkup?"
Weekly checkups measured weight (to make sure you haven't been eating anything and have maintained the standard weight for a Winx Club character), power (to make sure you can't escape), and Level of Goodness. Icy was extremely happy that the results of this were all confidential, as her Level of Goodness had recently charted at "above average" for a witch. This was a new accomplishment that had earned the girl a pat on the head and a sticker on the "I'm a Model Prisoner" chart next to her name.
Icy smiled as she went in for the checkup. Miss Barbatea, who held down a reliable summer job at the do-gooder's boot camp, smiled. "Well, if it isn't our favorite little patient! How are you today, Icy?"
"Very well, and you?" The witch went for a full-on cutesy anime smile, with closed eyes and clasped hands. It worked especially well.
Barbatea's smile grew larger. "Oh, just fine, sweetie. Now you can go on in, the doctor is expecting you."
Icy pulled down her ponytail so her blue-white hair fell to the floor. This made her face look rounder and younger. It also tended to give her bad acne from the natural oils, but as long as she washed carefully that night, she should be fine. She opened the door to the doctor's office, and was surprised to see not only her physician, but also the colony director. "Hello," she said cautiously.
"Miss Icy, a pleasure to meet you!" said the director. "I'm here to ask you something after your checkup."
The doctor motioned to a large scale with a fuzzy pink cover and smiley faces all over. Icy hopped on excitedly, and the doctor looked at the rating thing. "Weight is excellent! You've just hit 'three weeks to live anorexic.' And still no power, so you couldn't escape."
"Why would I want to?" Icy said innocently, though in truth the beauty was a little boring.
"And Level of Goodness charts at a continuous 'above average.' Good work, Icy," he said fondly with a pat and another Hello Kitty sticker on the chart.
The director was warm as he asked, "I heard you are skilled in deliveries?"
Icy didn't respond. After the fiasco of Darcy's diary, she was a bit suspicious of everyone who knew this.
The director sensed her unease. "Relax, Icy!" he said. "We just have our best pupils deliver behavior infractions to the head office. It's a break from endless walking in our loverly Virtual Meadow."
That was all she needed to hear. "What do I need to deliver?"
He handed her a note. "Will you get this to Guard 75A over in the clearing across the colony? He promised to meet me for lunch today, but I have been struck by a strange paranoia that bad things are about to happen. I plan to be holed up in my magical shelter for the next few hours."
"Okay!" the ice witch agreed cheerfully. She paraded out the building and across the prison/boot camp/colony of Light Haven. She passed her sisters, Darcy finally having reached ten times across the virtual meadow. Then she got to the guards.
She could hear them talking from a while back. "So wait, if they're not prisoners, why are we guards?" one of them asked the other.
His friend was patient. "Because we're here to guard the guests, as in to protect them." Icy thought that was reasonable. She felt as warm and safe and comfy as she could be.
The first guard persisted, however, replying, "Protect them from what?"
And of course that was when a big, scary looking bird appeared in the air. The guard who had been arguing gulped. "I had to ask."
Icy was terrified. "Here, think fast!" she said, and threw the note at the guard before going to find her sisters. She could think of exactly two things that this could accomplish: one, she could break out, and get back to a world that had fashion and puppy dogs (due to the allergies of the director, there were none here), or they could run and hide.