A/N: So it seems that we've taken two drabbles, tied them together, and formed some sort of crack fic... Therefore, soon, this story's title will be changing, and I'm going to post the Daydream Drabbles elsewhere, or I'll take down these chapters and post them again under a different name. I haven't decided yet. but anyways, here's the next installment of the Hydrogen Bond arc, "Mr. Blunt's confusion". Enjoy!
Mr. Blunt was confused. He was actually confused twice over. The first confusion was because he wasn't used to being confused in the first place. He was one of the most powerful people in the world and knew almost everything that happened concerning himself and his country. For something so strange to pop up out of nowhere… well, it confused him.
The second reason he was confused was because his desk was missing. In its place was a massive heap of… could it really be? A massive heap of peppermints? And perched on top of that massive heap of peppermints was an envelope. Gingerly, he stepped over a hundred sweets, slipped on a couple of more, and just managed to snatch his prey before falling and being buried in a candy-slide of peppermints.
Muttering and cursing to himself (and praying that nobody walked past his door), Mr. Blunt swam through the candies and found his chair. Sweeping it free of sweets, he sat down and tore the envelope open and grumpily unfolded the letter inside. By the time he'd finished it, he was both no longer confused and yet confused all over again.
The letter read:
Dear Mr. Blunt,
I appreciate you paying the ransom of 10,000 peppermints, even all at once, despite how late they came. However, upon further reflection and discussion with my new therapist (Mr. Rider) I've decided that no longer will peppermints rule my life. Therefore, I have quit cold turkey in my peppermint addiction and taken up lemon drops instead.
Thank you again,
Mrs. Jones
Too stunned to be angry at his partner, Mr. Blunt idly wondered if there were any missions to send her new "therapist" on. Preferably ones that might cause his death. In a peppermint factory even...
A/N: The next chapter of this will be written by, once again, True Colours, my compatriot in crime! So tune in next time! Whenever that is... Heh...
P.S. Disclaimer: We don't own Alex Rider, or any associated characters. Darn it.
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