Feral Candy Cane's A/N: This was written by the admriable True Colours in a excellent combination of my drabbles so far! We both hope you enjoy!
True Colour's A/N: Written for Feral Candy Cane's 'Daydream Drabbles.' What happens when Alan Blunt tells Alex to use his imagination?
Disclaimer: I don't own Alex and his Awesome Amigos. Or the idea either.
Alex hurried down the street towards the Royal and General, his school bag banging on his back. He pulled open the glass door and saluted to the receptionist.
"Agent Hydrogen Bond signing in, officer!"
The man seemed to be in some state of shock.
"S-s-sure," he whispered. "Go right on in…"
Puzzled, Alex set off up the stairs. Everything seemed oddly silent, except for a loud bang as he climbed the stairs. A flurry of papers swirled over the banisters and floated down around him. He picked one up and scanned it: "The vital role of goldfish in intelligence work today; a glass bowl can preserve your cover!" the title read. Alex shrugged, dropped the paper and continued towards the office.
He reached the final corridor, and still no sign of anyone, apart from one man who gave a frightened squeak and attempted to hide behind a potted palm. Increasingly puzzled, Alex arrived at the office door and knocked. A low moan sounded from within. Alex inhaled deeply and entered.
Mrs Jones was hunched over her desk, massaging her temples. As Alex stepped forward she moaned again, her hands clenching into fists.
"Uh, Mrs Jones?"
"Gone!" she wailed, "run out! All gone!"
"Mrs Jones, are you alright?"
"The peppermints!" she rasped, seizing his shirt in a vice-like grip.
"All gone! I tried, I searched, I even held the paperwork hostage, but no-one could produce-"
Her breath began to come in gasps. 'Oh help,' Alex thought, 'first aid! Come on, they must have taught me something in the Brecon Beacons!'
'Mouth to mouth resuscitation!' the sergeant barked, striding up and down between the ranks of soldiers. 'You press your mouth firmly against the patient's and blow…'
'I'm not kissing Wolf!' Alex protested, while people sniggered and wolf-whistled around him.
'Are you saying there's something wrong with my face?' Wolf growled, his fist colliding with Alex's temple. He didn't remember much after that until waking up four hours later to find he'd missed not only CPR but the whole of dinner and…
Gahhh! Alex thought frantically, don't go there!
"Now Mrs J," he said out loud, prising her hands off his throat, "I think you just need to calm down here. Mr Blunt told me something useful this morning, he said I needed to use my imagination, so what we need to do is, we need to visualise…"
"Oh, don't mention that evil mint-withholding sadist to me!" Mrs Jones snarled, wrenching her wrists out of his grasp. "What does he know, he's a fool, we must kill…"
"No, no, think positive thoughts. So he may be a sadist, but even our enemies can have good ideas at times, like…"
"Oh yes, like whom?"
"Like, like, like Yassen Gregorovich for example."
Mrs Jones raised her eyebrows.
"Yes, he told me to find Scorpia, and if I hadn't followed his advice I would never have been recruited and I'd never have tried to kill you and you'd never have captured me and told me the truth and I'd never have saved the entire teenage population of London."
"And never been shot by a sniper?"
"Yes, I mean no, I mean…"
"Your argument is pathetic."
"Look Mrs Jones, something's shining!" Alex exclaimed, pointing wildly over her shoulder.
"What, where?" she cried, twisting round.
"Mr Blunt told me something useful this morning," Alex said, taking her wrists again. "Now what we need to do is visualise…"
"OK," Mrs Jones said, nodding and licking her lips nervously. "OK. I'm visualising."
"Visualise the mints. Relax, breath, close your eyes and focus until you can taste them, free your mind and allow your chi to flow."
"I feel it," Mrs Jones gasped. "I taste them, Alex!"
I'm pretty good at this, Alex thought smugly. "Good, that's veeery good," he said out loud. "We have now slowed your heart rate and reached a state of mental and physical equilibrium."
"Do you know, Alex, I believe I am feeling a little better. And now, to broach the subject of," her face darkened, "Mr Blunt. And the original matter for which we contacted you. Come, we have much to discuss."
True Colour's A/N: Don't blame me, I had nothing to do with it! Please, PLEASE review, they make me so happy! They are my own personal mints!
Feral Candy Cane's A/N: I like butterscotch candies, personally... but since this gets to be totally TC's, they can be minty. XD Thanks for reading!