Part Six: To Tiffany's! (Otherwise Known As Phase Three)

Because Gwen was getting suspicious, somehow she always knew when he was up to something, Kevin decided to put Phase Two on the back burner for awhile and start Phase Three.

It was the simplest phase after Phase One.

It required yet another favor to be called in. Kevin had worked a myriad of jobs in a vast variety of lines of work. As such he had a multitude of contacts in a multitude of 'Career Paths'. They came in handy to say the least.

The ancient Jeweler/Blacksmith known only as Farrar was one of them. He had done the old elf a fair few favors and earned a couple in return. Farrar's skill was unsurpassed for light-years upon light-years; even the most rebellious of criminals revered his work and he was a trusted old being who was known for not screwing his customers over. Which was good for Kevin as the material he needed smithed and bejeweled was very rare and very expensive. So a few chunks of pure gold and pure silver, a chunk of Versitium, and a chunk of Tandenite were secured into a Versitium briefcase, which was handcuffed, by Versitium handcuffs, to his wrist and required a thirteen digit code to un-cuff it from his wrist and a separate one to open the case. Yes, he was paranoid; what tipped you off? Luckily Farrar had established his base of operations on Earth, in Sweden. So, while Gwen was at work, he hopped a ride aboard Ship to Sweden. In a little dusty workshop above a bustling toy-shop Farrar had set up his home. He was a stooped, almost hunchbacked, being.

"Kevin," he chuckled as his former apprentice walked in, "to what do I owe this visit?"

"I need a favor done."

"Ahhh," Farrar nodded, grinning as though he was centuries younger, "you've decided to make an honest woman outta that redhead of yours."

"That's the plan."

"Of course I'll help, do you have your preferred materials."

"I ain't stupid," he motioned to the briefcase.

"One wonders…nuck, nuck, nuck, well what are you waiting for? Unsecure the damned thing so I can have a look…"

Kevin looked at the handcuffs and case and his face paled.

"Well?"

"I…uh…I forgot the codes…"

"Oh for Athena's sake, nuck, nuck, that girl better know what she's getting into…c'mere, c'mere…" the elf unlocked it via magic and opened it, "Let's see here…gold and silver…nuck, nuck…so common materials…Versitium, a little more pricey… Tandenite! Nuck, nuck! That's a good boy!" He patted Kevin's cheek fondly before shuffling off to start work, "So…a ring?"

"No."

Farrar paused, surprised and confused, "No?"

"No, I want an amulet made. One that she can store some of her power in…so she doesn't go nuclear by accident." Kevin had come to his former master's side.

"Is she really as powerful as they say then?"

Kevin frowned, "Who else knows?"

Farrar laughed, "Nuck, nuck…Who doesn't? It was big news; Kevin Levin went good 'cause of a big pair of, nuck, nuck, nuck, baby blues—!"

"Her eyes are green, emerald really…"

"Nuck, nuck, nuck; green eyed, redheaded and an energy being? Exotic."

"Yeah, she has the personality to match…"

"She feisty?"

"She goes toe to toe with me everyday…"

"Nuck, nuck…she sounds like quite the woman—"

"and she teaches second grade…"

"Nuck, nuck, you don't say?"

"Oh yeah. Sweet, kind teacher by day, kickass Plumber by night—"

"Nuck, nuck, nuck. And in the bedroom?"

Kevin smirked, "You dirty old elf."

"Not all of us are Santa's Little Helpers…Nuck, nuck, nuck…So?"

"Total Switch."

"Ahhh, she's perfect for you then, nuck, nuck, nuck."

"You seriously need to stop clicking your teeth, it's annoying."

"Nuck, nuck, nuck, respect your elders whelp."

"Well when I meet an elder I'll respect him…"

"Kiss-ass."

"I try…look, can you hurry things up a little? I gotta be back before she gets off—"

"On what?"

"From work, you pervert. If I don't pick her up she'll worry."

"She has you, nuck, nuck, nuck, whipped boy."

"It's so worth it though."

Farrar smiled, "I'm glad to hear it boy." He finished his project, holding it up to the light and polishing the large front Tandenite gem, held into a metallic mix of gold, silver, and Versitium which was supported by a similarly mixed chain-necklace.

"Good?" Farrar asked, proud of this jewel beyond all else he had crafted beforehand.

"Yes, yes. It's perfect."

"Right then. Nuck, nuck, nuck." Farrar nestled the jewel back into the briefcase, snapped the case shut but disabled the locks on it, and handed it back to the much younger man, with the orders of, "Get your ass in gear, get back home, and pop the question soon. Send me an invite too…"

"Will do," Kevin gave a two-fingered scout salute before heading out to where Ship waited as a car and heading home.

Phase three, complete.