"MERCURY BUBBLES! BLAST!" Sailor Mercury leapt backwards crossing her arms and thrusting the multitude of bubbles forward.

Will coughed a little, "Well, you steamed my glasses up."

"Oh!" Ami cried, "I am sorry!"

"Yes." Will pulled them off, whipped out an immaculate handkerchief and began to clean them, "Just don't do it again. A reaper's glasses are very important."

Ami reached to touch hers. "They don't seem that important to me."

"They allow you to see the souls of the dying."

"Oh!" Ami took them off, surprised, "What if I don't want to?"

Will sighed, "You'll return them after the mission. Don't worry."

Ami looked a little downhearted, "Will I see you again, after the mission?"

"Probably not. Why?"

"Well, I just..." She paused and thought about last night. He had been so kind, so gentlemanly, she had grown quite fond of him, "Nothing."

"Right. So the key to defeating an Angel is to work together."

"How long do you live?" Ami cut in suddenly.

This took Will aback, "We're immortal. Now, we both have pruners, so we can confuse the enemy with these, by crossing them to stab. Like so." He stood next to her and pressed the button to telescope his pruner.

Ami nodded and did the same, so that the pruners crossed each other diagonally, "I won't have to... stab anyone, will I?"

"Probably."

"I don't like it. I won't do it."

Will looked her in the eye, "Not even to save your friend?"

Ami met his gaze, "I... I don't know. Different situations mean different things."

Will scoffed, "You'll do what I tell you, or you'll get us both killed."

"You said you were immortal!"

"Yes, well... Badly hurt then."

Ami sighed, "Will, we've been training all morning, and I'm very hungry. You cooked such a lovely meal last night,"

"No thanks to you splitting the sauce..."

"I just wondered if I could have a sandwich... or something?"

Will looked over his glasses at her. She really was very sweet and very pretty. Her eyes were just a darker blue than her hair, and he was lost for a moment.

"Will?"

"Yes?"

"A sandwich?"

"Yes!" He coughed, "Er, yes. We can go to the canteen. It will still be open I think..." He checked the clock, it was just after two, and she had done a lot of hard work that morning, so much so he felt confident to step out with her.

They made their way through the halls to the canteen. She didn't get so many funny looks now she had the glasses, but she found them irritating. She was used to the scanning glasses she had, but these seemed to slide off her nose, forcing her to push them back on!

"I'll have the cheese and tomato. Thank you." Will took the packet and scanned his finger print, before walking off.

"Er... Will?" Ami called, but he appeared to be in a world of his own...

"Which would you like?" The dinner lady stood, clearly fed up.

"Erm... Is there ham?"

Some ham sandwiches were plonked down in front of her very rudely, "Scan your finger."

"Well, I'm new here..."

The lady looked stern, "We weren't expecting any new reapers this month..."

"No! I'm not a reaper..."

"Not a reaper?!"

More people turned in their seats to look at each other.

"No, you're eyes aren't right... You've infiltrated our base! You're no Reaper! Someone get Security!"

"No need." Will appeared by her side, "She's in my care."

"Oh..." The dinner lady scowled, obviously a little jealous, "William. Someone said you had a bit of fluff in your room."

"How dare you!" Ami cried, "I'm not his 'bit of fluff'! I have far too much work to get a boyfriend!"

Will sighed, "I'll pay for the sandwich."

He paid and ushered her to a table, "You should have alerted me. I had quite forgotten about you."

"I did alert you."

"Well." Will sat down, leaning his pruner up against the wall, "Not very well."

Ami had never seen someone eat a sandwich as precisely as Will was... He started with the top, then ate so that the sandwich always remained at one level. It wasn't until she looked at her own sandwich she realised she had done exactly the same thing...

"Do you think I'm odd?" She blurted out.

Will looked at her, "Yes."

"Oh..."

"But that's a good thing. You did all my office work, and you washed up this morning, for fun. People don't usually do that when they're a guest."

"I love my friends dearly, but none of them... really understand me." She mused sadly.

"No one understands me. And my working habits."

"But you're working habits are sensible! You're always punctual, you're always organised! Everything in your house is neat, even your shirts are in a colour order!" Ami laughed and caught his eye. She saw a light smile hidden behind his stern exterior.

"You're the first one to compliment me on the way I work, and I confess..." He looked a little lost without his pruner to push his glasses up, "You're the first person I can physically work with without concerning myself with your habits."

"Is that a compliment?"

Will paused, "Yes... I suppose it is..."

Suddenly, Will was slapped very hard on the back, "WILL!" Ronald cried.

"Hello Ronald."

"How was she then, eh?" He nudged him, winking.

"Exceptional. I didn't expect so much skill."

Ronald stared, "Seriously?!"

"Oh yes, considering it was her first time using a pruner." Will took another bite from his sandwich.

"A pruner!?" Ronald's mouth hung open in awe, "William T Spears... you kinky reaper, you."

Ami went bright red, "Oh no! No! We were in the training room all morning!"

Ronald looked nonplussed.

"Fighting training, to take on an Angel!"

Ronald fell back, "OH! Oh, I see. Thought you were getting some there, Will!"

"Don't be so immature." Will tutted and disposed of the remainder of his sandwich.

Ronald shrugged, "Just to let you know, Reaper Sutcliff hasn't returned."

Will frowned, "Does he know she's with an Angel?"

Ronald shrugged and swigged his coffee, "No idea."

"We should get back to work." Will stood and reclaimed his pruner.

"Did Grell, or Raye get back to you in the orders book?" Ami stood, tired.

"No. My fear is, neither of them had a pen..." Will grimaced, "Ronald, if you would kindly stop staring at my trainee. We're going down to the human world."

"WHAT!?" Ronald's mouth dropped open, "No way! She's only been here like... a day!?"

"Yes. And we need to get to the Angel. Sutcliff is incompetent and has probably found something to distract him." Will sighed, "Really, Reapers need to take their job more seriously... Like her."

"She is not a Reaper!"

"She could be. Be a better one than you at any rate." Will muttered, "Let's go. I believe you're ready." He marched past the very startled Ami.

"Will..." She paused, looking back at him over her shoulder.

"Ami?"

There was a long pause, "What if I fail? I don't feel I've studied enough."

Will smiled thinly, "Trust in your own abilities. You'll be fine. After all, you're not exactly making a sauce."

xxx

"Obviously, I am no expert on this," Sebastian stood, arms folded next to Serena, "But when someone has not answered their door after the 83rd knock, they are either very desperate not to talk to you, or not in."

"They have to be in!" Serena wailed, "I got all the way here!"

"Oh dear." Sebastian smiled, "The stars seem to be out of favour with you."

"Shut up! I want the Undertaker!" She slid down the door, still wailing.

"You mean you wish to converse with his female assistant, or dare I say, 'daughter'..." Sebastian chuckled to himself, "I don't think they wish to converse with you..."

"Oh stop it! Jupiter would always wanna talk to me!" Serena folded her arms.

"I should really get back to the young master, although I don't think he's in any danger..." Sebastian folded his arms, he really had no time for petulant young girls.

"Then get back, I need to find them!" she wailed.

Sebastian sighed, "Have you tried reading the letter pinned to the door?"

"Huh?" Serena looked up and saw a piece of paper flapping in the breeze. "Oh! That's handy!"

She ripped it down and began to read, "Milkman. Have gone to central London for a few days, but there's a hole in my roof you can put the milk down... What?!" Serena stamped her foot, "This is literally the least helpful note ever!"

"Or the most helpful..." Sebastian pondered.

"How is this helpful!?"

"Hmmm." Sebastian gently bobbed down and shot up to the roof top of the undertaker's house, "Yes... Just what I thought..."

"You being all pretentious isn't helping me here, Sebastian!"

Sebastian smiled, "Someone made this hole in his roof, and has left a trail of similar holes that way." He pointed towards the Themes.

"What!?"

"I think he and your friend are following the trail. I think it might be easier than we first expected to find them!"

"YES!" Serena leapt up, "Sebastian, you're a genius."

"Thank you, my lady. I do try to be."

xxx

"You see how fast you travel, Mina? My angel of Venus?" Ash stood close to her as they surveyed London, "So fast that you have made people jealous of you. They are coming?"

She looked to him, "Will they try to take my wings?"

"Everybody will try to take your wings. Why wouldn't they? Look how they shine in the sun!"

Mina looked back at the feathers behind her, glittering softly, "They shall never take them, they are MINE!"

Ash nodded, "And you shall use them for good, shall you not?"

"Of course I shall," Mina felt the presence of people, powerful forces coming towards her, "I shall snuff out the Unclean." JUPITER, "I shall snuff out the unnecessary."MERCURY, MARS, "And I shall snuff out the unwanted." MOON. Yes. Sailor Moon. You are unwanted.