Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to Janet Evanovich. I am not making any money from this. Mistakes are mine.
Even the Pup is an Unmentionable by Debra8652
Chapter 33
Remy's POV
There's a big disturbance in my family's forcefield. Humongous. Mom says that my Dad Diesel got caught in mid-pop between Point A and Point B when we switched over from Standard Time to Daylight Savings Time in the wee hours of Sunday, March 10. He eventually made it to Trenton early on Monday morning but his special abilities were somewhere else, just like when airlines lose your luggage.
Mom also said that if we were casting Bewitched, my Dad would be Aunt Clara, coming down the chimney and covered in soot. I love Bewitched! Ha - good one, Mom - she just asked Dad if she should call Dr. Bombay to cure him. Dad thinks drinking a lot of green beer on St. Patrick's Day will cure him. Mom's Man is not looking forward to having my dad live here at Haywood until he's cured but Mom says that it's not safe to release Dad into the wild without his powers intact.
Ka-thunk! Ouch - that's gonna leave a mark. My dad forgot that he couldn't walk through walls anymore - boy, that's a lot of blood coming from the bridge of his nose. Even Rex ran into his soup can and my turtle Freddy pulled his head into his shell. Bobby was just walking into the breakroom to get coffee before the Monday morning meeting and grabbed the first aid kit out of the cabinet. The rest of the Core Team had already showed up when they heard the ka-thunk. Mom's Man is thinking that they don't have an "Unmentionable Down" code in the Rangeman handbook. Tank is rubbing his hand over his bald head. Lester is texting Flash in case Dad needs some more clothes since Flash carries one of Dad's special credit cards that aren't linked to any financial institution (spoiler for canon).
OK, things are winding down. Mom got Dad a clean-ish shirt from his backpack and Lester wiped up the blood from the floor. Bobby wanted to keep Dad in the Infirmary but Mom wanted him to be close by and got him some breakfast. Mom went back to her cubicle until she heard Dad snapping his fingers and sighing. Yeah, she rolled her eyes but got up to refill his coffee mug because the cup wasn't magically refilling itself when he snapped his fingers like it usually does, and Mom didn't want him to get burned on the coffee pot. Flash just showed up and Dad didn't even sense his presence. And Dad only has a normal human's pain tolerance and yelled when he drank his too-hot coffee. Dad has a steep learning curve ahead of him.
Mom is trying to keep him busy while The Powers That Be in Switzerland try to figure out how to cure him. She asked him to grab what she just printed and deliver it to Tank. "Crap, crap, shit!", he yelled. My badass dad has a papercut. This is going to be a long week between the March 10th time change and St. Patrick's Day. Mom's Man is thinking the same thing.
Plan B, Mom sent him to the breakroom to wash the dishes in the sink. Sigh, guess who got the dish water too hot? At least he observes some boundaries and won't be trying to unlock any locked doors in the Rangeman Building. I hope. He's going to be very disappointed when he finds out he has to use a key fob instead of his index finger to start a vehicle and won't hit all green lights when he drives. If he drives.
Plan C, Dad will be staying overnight at Flash's apartment, where Mom used to live. I hope Flash gets hazard pay. Flash did use the magic credit card to buy Dad an electric razor - that's a relief.
Things settled into a routine for the rest of the week. Dad comes to work with Flash and, except for meals in the breakroom, Dad pretty much stayed in the rec room on fourth floor and watched movies, read or played games on an iPad and talked to his handlers.
Finally, St. Patrick's Day is here and a herd of Rangemen, Mom and Dad head to an Irish pub for green beer, Irish stew, and corned beef and cabbage. I checked out the bar's security cameras whenever I passed by the control room. Everyone left by 2000 hours since they had to work Monday. As they filed out to the parking lot, Dad got a funny look on his face and asked what was floating in the air. Cal said that it was tree pollen. The next noise blew my ears backwards even though I was miles away. "ACHOO! ACHOO!" came from my dad. It even set off the alarms on cars that were parked nearby. He gave his head a hard shake and said, "I think I can pop now." He popped back into the control room and ruffled my ears and nose booped me. He also touched the doorknob on Lester's locked office door and it opened. Mom and Flash arrived right afterwards. Dad said good-bye to me and Mom and Flash drove him back to the apartment to get his backpack. Soon after, Mom's phone dinged with a message - a photo of Dad in front of an Irish pub in Boston!
"May your heart be light and happy, may your smile be big and wide, and may your pockets always have a coin or two inside!" Irish Blessing
A/N I haven't added to this story since Remy's trip to the Home and Garden Show where he ran the agility course. Your reviews are appreciated.