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Sorry 4 making you all wait so long! I lost my floppy disk so that slowed things down as I had to type EVERYTHING on it over again! But don't worry, here's the last chapter! Ya I didn't really plan to make it the last chapter until I actually wrote it, but whatever. I got kinda sick of this story halfway through, so it's a miracle I'm actually finishing it!
Prisoner of Your Own Home
The next day:
Holly woke up with a splitting headache, which was weird because of all the aspirin she took the day before. Trying to move as little as possible, she found the bottle on her nightstand and checked the expiration date.
Holly stared at the little black numbers inked on the smooth white surface of the pill bottle, then cursed savagely. Bad move. Hearing her words echo around her small room only made her headache worse.
You see, fairy medicine is different from human medicine. If not used by the expiration date, it would have the complete opposite effect that it was supposed to. In this case, taking aspirin that was nearly half a year past the date, Holly had considerately strengthened the headache she had last night.
Holly laid back down and tried to sleep. Not easy when your forehead is throbbing like something unspeakable…
Her alarm blared. Wincing as a sharp bolt of pain cut through her forehead, Holly turned it off. Time to get up, even though it was the last thing she wanted to do. She knew from unfortunate experiences from the past that her headache would last all day.
Holly grabbed an icepack and held it to her forehead while she changed into her LEP outfit, then headed to the bathroom to wash her face. Dragging her feel behind her, Holly walked downstairs, clutching the railing so hard her knuckles turned white.
Chix instantly perked up when he saw her coming downstairs. He opened his mouth to say something, but Holly pointed a menacing finger at him and said, "Don't start,", so he shut up like implied.
The two had breakfast in silence, which was strange because Chix had a mouth louder than his slim body suggested. However, Holly was glad for the lack of noise. Even chewing made her head throb worse.
Holly was thankful that once she was at work, she had her own Chix-free, noise-free enclosed space (a.k.a. office). Luckily today all she had was paperwork, nothing too important like an aboveground mission. After about half an hour of filling out boring forms, Holly trooped over to Foaly's office, massaging her head fiercely.
"FOALY!" she yelled once in front of his office doors. She didn't care if she attracted stares from everyone else in the office. A few minutes later, Foaly's glass doors smoothly whirred open, to reveal a not-so-smooth looking Foaly. A trail of wet hoofprints led to where he was standing, and his body was crudely wrapped in a sopping wet white towel which was dripping water into a little puddle at the ground.
"Where have you been?"
Foaly folded his arms defensively. "I was just taking a shower, minding my own business, when you came along. What do you want?"
"You were taking a shower? Here?"
"My home shower broke down."
"What do you want? Root told me there weren't going to be any aboveground missions today."
"Oh. Right." She had nearly forgotten. "Do you have any aspirin?"
Foaly's hands rose into the air. "What do I look like? A nurse? Well, yeah," he added hastily as Holly looked like she was going to thoroughly murder him. Foaly trotted away a couple of steps and opened a desk drawer filled with needles and pill bottles and liquid painkiller. He rummaged through it, and finally came out with a small bottle. He handed the bottle to Holly along with a glass of water.
Without thanking him, Holly grabbed the bottle and water and stalked out of Foaly's office, too preoccupied in checking the expiration date on his bottle.
Captain Short arrived at her doorway after work, feeling like a mess. Her headache had gone away, but her brain hurt from all the paperwork she was forced to do.
Holly collapsed on her couch and rested until Chix made his way in a little while later.
"Hey, babe," he greeted her.
"Don't call me babe, Verbil," Holly said wearily.
Both of them had come home so late they had already had dinner outside, so once Chix came, Holly shut the door and prepared to go to bed. After she had brushed her teeth, she made it to the foot of the stairs before Chix attacked her.
He grabbed her waist and turned her around to face him. In one fluid motion, he kissed her on the lips.
The next few things that happened were somewhat of a blur to Chix. Holly pushed herself away, screamed, "D'ARVIT!", and punched Chix in his sick green face, leaving him stunned and painfully lying on his injured wing, with a broken nose that magic was already healing. As for Holly, she stormed upstairs, re-brushed her teeth, flossed, used mouthwash, and applied several layers of chapstick before she decided her mouth was clean enough to go to sleep.
Holly woke up with one thought on her mind. He's going today…he's going today…this wonderful thought gave her the motivation to get up and dress.
Chix was already downstairs with his stuff all packed up. He would get one day off work to move in. Holly served the two of them breakfast contently, knowing that it would be the last meal they would have together. Right before Holly was about to leave, the doorbell rung with a loud ding! Holly rushed to open the door.
There stood (or rather, hovered) a sprite that looked remarkably like Chix, except he looked older and had no injured wing, though he had several scars on his right arm. "Hey," he said, winking at Holly. "I'm Matthew Verbil, but call me Matt please." They shook hands. "You must be Holly. Chix has told me lots about you."
"I'll bet he has," Holly muttered under her breath.
"What was that?"
"Er, nothing. Nice to meet you."
"I hope he wasn't too much trouble," Matt said, winking at Chix this time.
Holly wasn't one to not speak her mind, but she wasn't one to be impolite on first meeting someone either. So instead of saying Chix was a pain in the neck who had kissed her against her will, she settled on saying, "Well, it's getting late, I had better get ready to go. You first." She added, waving the two sprites out the door. "Bye!" With that, she locked her door and parted in the opposite direction from Matt and Chix.
"Goodbye darling!" Chix's voice wafted over to her, but Holly decided to let the comment pass out of pure joy of having one less sprite in the house.
"Holly?" Foaly looked strangely nervous as he poked his face through Holly's cubicle.
"Could you come in here for a sec?"
"Sure." Holly abandoned her B'wa Kell report and followed Foaly into his office. She stared as he triple-locked his doors, closed all connections, and activated the soundproof walls around his office. "Is all this really necessary?"
"Oh yes. This and more." Foaly said as he twirled a dial to max sound-proof-ness (yes, max sound-proof-ness…), then sat the both of them down in squeaky plastic chairs. "I don't know where to begin…well, alright. Yesterday Trouble got a few bonus vacation days added for a job well done on an aboveground mission. He has so many days, he decided to use some of them up. Trouble wanted to take Grub with him, but as-per-regulations he can't. Trouble's going to be away on vacation for about a month, and, well, he doesn't trust Grub by himself at home. He would have sent him to their parents, but they've recently moved, too far away for Grub to keep his job in the LEP. That's where you come in. Trouble was wondering if you could, erm, help him by letting Grub into your house for the duration of the month or so."
Yeah I finished it! Please review. And oh yeah my email isn't working ever since I switched services. So if you PM or email me I probably won't get it. Sorry!