Title: Brainwave

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Dee.

Rating: PG

Setting: During the manga.

Summary: Dee comes up with a brilliant solution for an annoying problem.

Written Using: The tw100 prompt 'Mail'.

Disclaimer: I don't own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.

A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.

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Dumping two sacks of groceries on the floor at his feet, Dee wrestled his mailbox open, the key sticking before eventually turning, reminding him yet again that he really should do something about it. Probably only needed a drop of oil, but by the time he got upstairs and stowed his groceries, trekking all the way back down just to oil a lock would feel like too much of an effort so no doubt he'd put it out of his mind again until tomorrow.

Fishing his mail out, he leafed through it: a bill, three circulars, a takeaway menu from a new Thai place a few blocks away, and a postcard from Macey, who was taking her first vacation in three years, closing her salon for a whole week. Dee snickered to himself; it was Friday, Mace would be home tomorrow, so she might as well have saved on postage and delivered the card by hand. Still, it was good to hear from her, and the picture on the card, of a sun-drenched Florida beach, was a pleasant reminder that good weather did happen in some parts of the country, even if New York wasn't currently on the list.

Tossing the circulars in the bin for recycling, Dee poked the rest of his mail in with his shopping and wrestled the mailbox closed again before picking up his bags and heading up the stairs. One of these days, maybe he'd arrive home and find the elevator had finally been fixed. He lived in hope.

As he'd expected, by the time he'd dealt with his groceries all he wanted was to grab a bite to eat, and then relax in front of the TV. The mailbox would have to wait.

Then a brilliant idea hit him. Turning on his computer, he settled in to do a bit of online shopping.

A few days later, he wrestled his mailbox open again and grinned. There it was, a small package containing a can of oil. Ripping it open, he oiled the lock, put the oilcan in the mailbox, and locked up.

Problem solved!

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The End