COWORKERS, SORT OF
Disclaimers: I don’t own either show or any of the characters. No profit is earned.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Faith and Xander get help from someone with problems of her own. As usual, if you have any comments or preferences, please don’t be shy. RandR.
She stared at the hole in the air with her mouth hanging open. The small park was all but empty, and none of them thought that was just good luck. “You can’t be serious. This is how you get around?”
“I take it he doesn’t ask you to do anything this weird,” Faith asked.
“No, thank…um never mind.”
Xander snorted and moved unhesitatingly toward the new portal. “Thanks for all your help,” he offered.
“Not a problem.”
Faith glanced back before stepping through. “Remember what I asked you to do?”
“Next time I see him,” she confirmed.
Faith grinned and stepped through, the hole sealed itself behind them without leaving a trace that anything bizarre had happened there. Sighing and shaking her head, she turned to make her way home, only to discover she had an audience.
This sort of thing had happened before, nothing quite so weird, but she had been seen saying or doing strange things, so she had a routine. She ignored the person watching her and started to walk away.
“Your brother never did find out you borrowed a pair of his boxers when you got behind in your laundry last month.”
The color drained from her face and then rushed back with a vengeance. “Can we please come up with a code phrase or something?” she almost begged. “That gets really
As usual, her request was ignored. “Good work with those two. I know this was sort of rough on you, above and beyond what I usually ask for.”
“They seem like nice people. Why are you doing that to them?”
“Why do you still ask ‘why’ questions when I don’t answer them?”
“Masochist, I guess.”
Her tormentor considered a moment. “Don’t concern yourself. It’s part of someone else’s story.”
“What does that mean?” When she didn’t get an answer, she gave a put upon sigh. “You just drop by to say ‘good job?’”
“Pretty much. I knew you would want some…validation, after that mess.”
“Yeah, you know everything, which is why you look like that, right?” God gave her a questioning look. “You obviously know that Faith asked me to punch you in the nose the next time I saw you. Nice defense.”
The four-year-old girl God had chosen for His current guise gave her the cutest, sunniest gap-toothed smile she had ever seen. She scowled down at God. “Don’t push your luck.”