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A Strange Meeting…Eleven

“Does she always talk that way?” asked Bill, grabbing another piece of toast.

“Only when she’s saying something,” said Parker.

Bill nodded.  “We don’t know if more of us are tagged.  It’s not looking good and three others aren’t responding.”

“Does anyone have any idea what’s going on?” asked Lexi.

“They think the other side doesn’t want us to stop the orange guy. That and they have billions involved in making sure he wins. All for nefarious purposes, of course.  So, the old man said he believes they want to shut us down so things go smoothly.  When it’s over they’ll be in control, since the guy is insane.  They’ll basically control America.”

“Why can’t you wink in and just kill him?” asked Lexi.  “Seems like that would solve your problem.  Send me to the future I’ll do it.”

Bill looked at Parker in surprise.

“She could do it, believe me,” said Parker.

“We only think we know who the person is.”

“Then go farther into the future.  What’s wrong with you guys?  THINK about what you’re saying.  Don’t just sit here, DO SOMETHING.”

“She has a point,” said Bill, looking hungrily at the empty plate.

Lexi got up and grabbed the caramel corn and a coffee cake.

“I’m getting the food and coffee because it’s my house, otherwise you could get your own things,” she said.

Bill looked at Parker and bit into a piece of blueberry coffee cake. “What does that mean?”

“It means she’s not our servant and she’s being polite because this is her plate and it has nothing at all to do with gender or sexist pigs.”

“You learn fast,” she said, kissing Parker on the cheek.

Bill’s communication device hummed.  He looked at it and put it away.  “Two more gone,” he whispered.  “There are no suspects.”

“Don’t you know who the bad guys are?” asked Lexi, surprised.

“No.”

“How do they know so much about your side?”

“Spies, but we can’t prove anything,” grunted Bill.

“Are you guys inept or just not very bright?”

“You mean are we stupid?” asked Bill.

“Your word, not mine,” said Lexi.

“It’s complicated,” sighed Parker.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” snapped Lexi.  “Your people are being murdered.  Who’s watching the bookstore?”

The two men got up and grabbed their jackets.

“Really?” she said, shoving them out of the way.  “What is WRONG with you?”

She said goodbye to the cats, told them she’d be back soon and said that if bad guys broke in it was okay to kill them.  The cats meowed and that was that.

They were in the car and on their way, when Bill received another message.  “Johnathan is dead,” he said.

Lexi drove faster, which wasn’t as dangerous as it sounded, since no one was on the street because the snow was still falling hard.

 

 

 

Jasper Kingsley…Eleven

“Are you mad?  I’m a half-blood. They won’t stand for it.”

“I’m the King, remember?”

“They’ll kill you.”

“They can try.”

“What do you want me to do?  I need a job description and how much time I’ll have to spend in Fairy.”

“I want to make Fairy a place of equality and harmony.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”

“And you want me to help you do that?”

“I do.”

“I’m in.”

“What?” he asked, his eyes wide with shock.  “You’re saying yes?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Byron grabbed her up and they danced across the room, singing and stomping their feet.  He swung her and spun her and kissed her entire face.  “You have just made me the happiest King ever.”

“Am I interrupting something?” asked Tommy, standing in the doorway.

“You must be Tommy.  Nice to meet you.  I’m the King of Fairy, but you can call me Byron, since that’s my name.  Jasper has just agreed to be my second in command.  You saw me celebrating but please don’t tell anyone because that was not proper behavior for a King, if you know what I mean.”

“No problem,” chuckled Tommy.  “I’m not about to tell anyone that I saw the Fairy King dancing in the apartment next to mine.   Besides, I’m great at keeping secrets.”

“Well, then, Jazz, my love, I’ll make all the arrangements necessary for your new position.  What a Ball this is going to be.  All the new programs we will start,” he sighed, and then disappeared.

“Nice guy,” said Tommy.  “A little over the top but I get that he was happy.  Will you be moving to Fairy, then?”

“No.  I’ll have to spend more time there but I can do a lot from here.”

“Will you take me with you, so I can see it?”

“No.  Fairies play with humans.  They hurt them.  They keep them.  They do things, to their minds.”

“You won’t let them hurt me.”

“No, you can’t go.”

“Good enough,” he said. “My cat came home.”

“I’m so glad.”

“How’s Fluff?”

“Groggy, but waking up.”

“That’s a crazy situation, you know that, right?”

“I do.”

“Wanna show me the bunny sheets?”

“Maybe later,” snickered Jasper.  “Things to do.”

“I get that,” he said, smiling at her.  Um, do you have any food?”

Louise…Eleven

According to Amelia’s info, Mr. Daniel Tuche lived in a gated community.  So they weren’t surprised to see a guard sitting in a tiny booth in front of a large iron gate.  He stood up and stepped to the car.

“Good evening, Miss, who are you visiting this fine day and what is your name?”

“It’s Ms. Doe and we are here to see Daniel Tuche.”

“Is he expecting you?” asked the guard, looking at his clipboard.

“Yes, of course,” said Louise.

“I’m sorry Ms. Doe, but your name doesn’t seem to be on the list and I can’t open the gate unless…”

Louise waved her hand in front of the man’s face and he said, “…go right in.  I see your name just here,” he said, filling in the blank space with his pen, opening the gate.  The man stepped back and smiled as they drove past.

“Can’t you teach me to do that?” asked Novak, for the tenth time, flapping his hand in the air.

“Shane poked him on the shoulder.  “She said, ‘no.’

“I think that’s his place,” said Louise, heading toward a huge estate.

“Are you going to knock or just break the door down?” asked Novak.  “I mean that’s what you usually do.”

“I never know until I get there.”

“I can shoot the lock out,” offered Shane.

“Graywing,” said Louise.  “Scout.”

The pigeon flew out of the window and circled the building.  It took her three minutes to case the joint, so to speak.  “Coo.”

“Tuche is in his office talking to some guy in an expensive suit and a woman is in her bedroom packing.  She doesn’t look like the woman in your painting.”

“You got all of that from, ‘coo?'” asked Novak, in amazement.

“It’s more like telepathy,” she said, kicking in the door.

“You just love doing that, don’t you,” said Novak.

“I do, actually,” smiled Louise.

“HONEY, WE’RE HOME!” yelled Shane.

“Daniel, come out, come out, wherever you are,” called Louise, heading toward his office.

“Hey,” called the woman at the top of the stairs.  “Are you here to kill him?”  When no one answered she sighed and said, “Please, say yes.”

“Are you his wife?” asked Matthew.

“Not for bloody long,” she said.  “If you kill him I won’t have to go through a divorce, so good luck.  I mean he was nice in the beginning.  I have an MBA, so he let me keep the books, but after a few years we stopped having dinner together, you know how it goes.  We didn’t work hard enough to keep whatever we had alive.  If you want to kill him, and I truly hope that you do, he’ll be on your left.  Second door.”

“Another happy marriage,” chuckled Shane as they moved forward.

“What do you want?” asked Daniel, stepping into the hall, looking at the broken door.  “You could have knocked.”

“Tell the other guy to come out here,” said Shane, pointing Princess at his chest.

“Rog, out here, now.”

Once they were both in the hallway, Louise motioned them into the large living room.  “Sit,” she said.

“What’s this about,” asked Daniel.  “Did my wife hire you to kill me?  It’s something she would do.”

“Does she have a good reason to want you dead?” asked Shane.

“Sure,” he said, putting his arms on the back of the sofa.  “All women have good reason to kill their husbands,” he said seriously.  “I mean think about it.  We never listen and we always do the wrong thing, what’s not to kill? Now tell me why you’re here or get out before I get angry.”

“You hired Matthew to paint a picture of your wife, and I use that term loosely.”

“So?”

“The pit demons weren’t included.”

“Yeah, about that,” said Daniel, leaning forward, arms on his knees.  “There are people who are, let’s say, trying to infringe upon my territory.  I though if I got a couple of demons to take them down, everything would be over quickly and no one would get hurt except for the guys I wanted dead.”

“Did he just say what I think he said?” asked Novak.

“If you think he said that he brought demons over to this side to knock out his competition then yes, you understood what he said,” answered Louise., turning back to Tuche.   “How did you do it?”

“He gave me the canvas,” said Novak, staring at him.  “He told me that it had to be a certain size and he would provide it.”

“Cute,” said Shane, “Can I disappear him now?”

Louise shook her head.  “In a minute.  The canvas was covered with a walk thru spell, wasn’t it?”

“No idea,” said Tuche.

“You kill him yet,” asked his wife, sticking her head in the room.  “I didn’t hear any shots.”

“I’m still alive cupcake,” laughed Daniel.  “Sorry to disappoint you.”

“There’s coffee in the kitchen,” she said.  “My cab’s here or I would get it for you.”

“Thanks,” said Novak.

“Anytime,” she said.  “Goodby you miserable, never hear anything I say, always late, never there…”

“Love you too babe,” he said, waving.  “She’s crazy about me, she just needs a vacation.”

“About the demons?” said Shane.

“Yeah.  I met this guy and he said he could take care of my problem.  All I had to do was have someone paint a picture on the canvas he would give me and all my problems would be over.  So, I gave him money, he gave me the canvas and Gregory passed it….”

“We know the rest,” said Novak.

“I don’t think it worked though.  I’m still being…bothered.”

“Who’s he?” asked Shane, pointing her gun at the guy next to him.

“Him?  He’s my brother.  A little slow, business wise, but a nice kid, right Roger?”

“I’m not slow and I’m not a kid, I’m not interested in business. I’m a poet,” said Roger, in a way that implied he had said the same thing far too many times before.

“Yeah, the kid’s a poet.  He has books and everything”

“Roger, did you know about any of this?”

“He doesn’t know anything about the business,” said Daniel.  “He writes.  He broods, then he writes some more.”

“Thinking is not brooding,” sighed Roger.  “You should try thinking once in awhile.”

“Roger, did you know anything about this.” asked Louise.

“No,” he said.

“Novak, will you get us some coffee?”

“If you want me to leave just say so,” he said.

“So.”

“Funny,” he muttered, walking away.

 

 

Edith…Eleven

“Fairies really like sparkly stuff, don’t they,” said Edith, looking around the gigantic outdoor gala.”

Fairy lights were everywhere.  Strips of gossamer were hanging from polls and glitter was sparkling on tables, trees and the lawn.  The entire world seemed to have been turned into a giant snow globe.  Strange but compelling music was coming from the trees and birds were singing in harmony.

“It’s all so beautiful,” said Edith, slowly, trying to look at everything at once.

“I never get tired of seeing it,” sighed Lilly.  “Never.  You know beauty is what makes life worthwhile.  It’s like tiny rays of sunshine that nudge themselves into otherwise ordinary days.”

“Do you really have ordinary days in Fairy?  It doesn’t seem like it.”

Lilly laughed.  “Of course we do, Love.”

Buttercup walked toward them, a smile on her lips.  “Edith, I’m happy to see you.  Can we talk for a moment?”

“I don’t think I could concentrate right now.  There’s so much to  look at and so many sparkles,” said Edith, turning in circles.

“Maybe later then,” said Buttercup.

“Okay,” mumbled Edith, smiling at something that looked like a gigantic lightening bug.

“That’s a tiny Sprite,” whispered Lilly.  “Hold out your hand and be still.”

The sprite flew around Edith’s outstretched hand and then landed.  She was dressed in a scrap of gauze the color of a pink rose bud.  Her wings stopped moving and she stared at Edith.

“Hi,” said Edith.

“Hello, new child.”

“I’m almost eleven, so I’m no longer new but things might be different here, I’m not sure.”

“My name is Three,” said the Sprite.  “And your name is Bluebell.”

“It is but I only found out about that two days ago.  I was raised by humans and they called me Edith.”

“So are you Bluebell Edith?”

“I’m not sure.”

“It was nice meeting you,” said Three.  “I think my little sister just fell into a punchbowl so I must be off.”

“If you need help getting her out, let me know,” said Edith.

“Excuse me?”

“I said, if you need help getting your sister out of the punchbowl, just tell me and I’ll help you.”

Three looked at Lilly, who smiled at her.

“Thank you Bluebell Edith,” she said softly.  “You are very kind.”

“I haven’t actually done anything.”

Three flew away.

“I like her.  Maybe we can be friends.”

Lilly looked at her and said, “Maybe you can be.”

“You both look beautiful,” said Steven grandly, his arms held out to encompass them.  “My lovely ex and my lovely granddaughter.”

“You look nice too,” said Edith, blushing.  “I’ll never be as beautiful as the real fairies but I’m okay with that and I think I just made a friend.”

“You are as beautiful as anyone here,” said Steven, in a way that made Edith feel as if the subject was settled and closed.  “And I’m happy to hear that you have a new friend.”

“Her friend’s name is Three,” said Lilly, staring at him.

“Three?”  he asked, frowning.  “You mean Three, the Sprite?”

“Oh, you know her?” asked Edith excitedly.  “Her sister fell into one of the punch bowls.”

“He knows her,” said Lilly

“Yes, well, but she’s a Sprite,” he whispered.

“I know,” said Edith, looking at him.

“Sprites usually work for fairies, they aren’t really friends,” he said, nodding a bit.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m half human then because humans can be friends with Sprites and I’m proof of that.  Humans can be friends with anyone, or anything.  I don’t have to be prejudice or discriminatory, which are both very bad ways to be.  Lilly said we can get a cat.”

“She did?” said Steven, his eyes wide.

“Yes, she did.”

“How very…interesting.”

“What do you mean?” asked Edith.  “Lilly said she liked cats.”

“Oh, she does, she does.  It’s just that cats like to….”

“Cats like to catch and play with fairies, Love,” said Lilly.  “We seem like birds to them, so we have to be very careful when they are near.”

“We probably shouldn’t get one then,” said Edith, horrified.

“Probably not,” said Steven, biting his bottom lip.

“He does that when he’s nervous,” said Lilly softly.  “He’s biting his lip because he wants you to be happy but he’s afraid to have a cat live with us.”

“I bet he learned to bite his lip from his human parents.  Humans do a lot of strange things like that.”

“She’s right,” sighed Steven.  “She’s absolutely right.  Humans do a lot of strange things like that.”

Edith nodded.  “They really are.”

 

 

 

 

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