A/N: Hello everyone! How's everything? Hope you all are having a great weekend!

This chapter was meant to have more exposition but I tried not to make it be one whole big info dump. I hope you all are enjoying this story, please don't be afraid to ask me any questions or concerns or just general comments. I'm happy to clear things up if anyone wants that. (^_^)

Special thanks to my beta Harmony Valenka Smith for the help and well needed advice.

Title taken from an Avril Lavigne song with the same name because I thought it was fitting lol.

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Bugs steps out of the elevator and through the giant glass doors of the Ghost Realm, walking past the secretaries typing away at their computers and smiles at the receptionist who grins back, before punching in a number on her phone and calling Bugs' boss.

He waits for the go ahead before flashing her a wink and then walking into the office his boss occupies.

The whole place looks like a freaking law firm. An all glass, expensive as hell one, with many supernatural creatures walking around, but a law firm all the same.

It isn't like the ghost realms he saw on t.v. as a child, not the ones in those cartoons where the hero or poor unsuspecting people would get sucked into a black hole (because logic) and end up in. The ones that were creepy and teeming with scary creatures that go bump in the night. Nope, to his disappointment, the Ghost Realm's actually a prim and proper place that's supposed to be welcoming as well as comforting. And it is, it even had water fountains and relaxing music coming from the overhead speakers. The ghosts that did pass through this realm were always pleasant and eager to greet him, even if they only came to get their assignments and were immediately on their way again.

It is one of his least favorite realms though, mainly because it's too sterile, he always felt too out of place with his biker boots, black flannel shirt, and numerous tattoos.

He gets pulled out of his thoughts when his boss answers on the third knock.

"Come in!" Comes his deceptively calm voice and Bugs suppresses a shudder. He knows it's all for show, the kind facade he pulls when Bugs first comes in. No one knows that behind closed doors, he's a totally different person...well, spirit.

Noah doesn't smile when Bugs enters his ridiculously huge office, he just gestures for him to sit. And Bugs does, without any finesse or care, he gives Noah a fed up look to try to project his feelings of not wanting to be here. And his boss, of course, ignores him. But he sees the small glint of searing hatred behind those stern grey eyes, and Bugs counts it as a tiny victory.

"Do you know why you're here?" He asks as if Bugs is a misbehaving student and he's the principal about to administer the punishment.

Bugs shrugs. "You called me back from my assignment to chit chat?"

The pen Noah has in his hand almost breaks in half, being a Guardian of Light, and basically being a spirit with the same powers of an angel, just a rank below, he can do much more damage than that. Bugs has seen him when he once got super angry, levitate a chair into a whole row of glass walls, breaking each one and then fixing the place back in a blink of an eye.

Guardians of Light are nothing to be messed with, especially Noah, who is sort of new to this. Since they are not yet angels, they still have the choice of either advancing to become an angel or being reduced to a servant of darkness. Guardians of Light are still in someway connected to their humanity. Their human emotions and desires have a way of creeping up on them when they least expect it. If they ignore their human side long enough for it to go away, then they have a better chance of moving up, but if they let their human side get the best of them, then they can fall, and become a servant of darkness. Bugs doesn't know much about them except that their realm is a place he has no desire to be.

He doesn't even completely know what will happen to him if he fails his assignments, but he's sure he doesn't want to find out. He knows that he can get sent to another realm and forced to become whatever creature that realm requires of him, or if he's lucky he'll be sent to the realm of perpetual disorganization and forced to file papers there.

"I didn't ask you to come here so we could chit chat, Bugs," He sounds exasperated. "I was looking through your files, and as you know you have eighty years left before you can pass to the other side."

Bugs nods, staring at a "Hang in there" poster of a cat hanging from a tree.

"Now, that is a fast amount of time even considering that time is just a man-made concept and doesn't actually affect us, well most of us. But I'm concerned about James."

Bugs tries his best not to roll his eyes, James was his first human, and the one he screwed up the most. Bugs had just died and turned into a ghost, everything was new to him. He didn't know back then just how depressed James was or how to make him feel better. They didn't really get along and when James told him he didn't want a guardian anymore, Bugs was sent to the realm of perpetual disorganization and forced to help file paperwork until he got his new assignment. They weren't fond memories at all.

"What about James?" Bugs says through gritted teeth.

This gets a satisfied smile from Noah. It makes his face light up and it makes Bugs wonder, that if this were another life, if they didn't hate each other so damn much, that maybe he'd consider him dazzling. Bugs wasn't stupid; he noticed the way every ghost, angel, and the occasional monster would take a second glance at Noah, stare longingly because they'd wish to have him, and then sigh dejectedly when they realized that he wasn't interested.

In fact, Bugs isn't sure who or what exactly Noah is into. He never mentioned having a significant other or seemed like he was even capable of love. Maybe he's trying to hold back his emotions in order to become an angel quicker or maybe he thought that being a cool, emotionless boss is better, Bugs isn't sure. Maybe he should stop focusing on his boss's love life and focus on the job? Nah, this was more fun.

"I'm concerned because with the way you handled the James human. It wasn't very professional -"

"Well, it was my first job. What do you expect?" Bugs feels himself getting upset, damn Noah and his affinity for pushing Bugs' buttons. He doesn't like this subject and wishes they'd just talk about something else.

"That doesn't excuse your lack of professionalism. Now, does it?"

Bugs got up from his seat, about to leave and flip Noah the bird when his boss piped up. "Awww leaving so soon? Don't you want to know why that new human you got can touch you? Or are you not interested?"

Bugs stops in his tracks and lowers himself back into his seat. He nods, curtly.

"It's not unheard of, for a human to touch a ghost, and for a ghost to touch back even with the Death Touch. It seems as if this Daffy guy was able to cross into the dream realm. And in the dream realm, everything is as real as one wants it to be."

Bugs doesn't say anything, but he nods, listening.

"He was also probably able to touch you in the living world because he wanted to. You see, humans have more power than they realize. They can see us, touch us, hear us and all that, if they wish or if they are in such a strong emotional state that they become sensitive to our presence."

Bugs nods again. Noah swivels his chair around so that he's no longer facing the silver-haired ghost. "But I wouldn't get too attached if I were you. Falling in love with humans gets you on your way to becoming one again, that is if the Powers That Be, think you are worthy enough. But the catch is that you forget everything about your dead life. Your memories of being human and being a ghost cannot coexist."

Bugs doesn't say anything, he doesn't realize he's been clenching his hand into a fist until he feels his nails biting into the flesh of his palm, drawing blood. He blinks once and it heals in seconds.

Noah turns his chair around then, brushing a hand across his immaculate navy dress suit, he looks like a very wealthy lawyer. Bugs remembers someone telling him that Noah died in the nineteen forties, and wonders if that must be the reason for him always dressing tidy, even when they aren't in the office.

"Also I'm going to be checking in on you next week...don't protest...it will only be brief. And it's required. I'm just going to check to make sure that you are following protocol, though I don't know why, I already know that you can't follow orders if your existence hung in the balance and technically it does."

Bugs figures it's time to leave. He barely even signals that he's going to leave or honors Noah with a professional goodbye. He just rises from his seat and gives him a mock salute. He laughs when he hears his boss call him something rude under his breath.

A/N: Noah is my OC. So I own him, Mr. Bojangles and the plot lol.

Hope you guys enjoyed, next chapter coming soon!

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