Claimers: Me, I own them. Although, I guess God and the Devil actually own themselves. Doubt they would sue though.
Title: No Doubt own the title from their cd "Rock Steady".
Dedication: To GreenMax, as an apology for being a total cowbag. Sorry. I have a fiery temper.
Lyrics: Little clue there. Kylie owns the line, not me.
 
 
Oh, it's beautiful.
The thought of what might be.
 
 
Bee's POV
 
LaOC LIV - Hella Good
 
'No I can't fax the order sheets over again. Is there an echo on this line? I said no. Listen up. Lucy,  glorified and most supreme demonic power, wants them today. Cut the chat and move your ass.'
 
I slam the phone down and tick another department off my list.
I hate chasing people for paperwork.
 
'Bee, the power to the...'
 
'Don't say it! If it means I have to move then don't say it. If I can stay at my desk then you can tell me. Otherwise don't speak.'
 
Phaedra looks at me then scrunches her face up.
 
'I think you can stay at your desk. The power to the net's fluctuating, and... no, you have to come and see. I'll shut up and not tell you the rest of it as you really do have to move. Sorry.'
 
Lucy is going to slap me with a ruler!
 
'The net? What about our butterflies? How are they?'
 
'They're fine... in a dying sort of way. Can you call Lucy? I don't know where else to take power from.'
 
Call Lucy?
Sure.
Luce, leave crumply Elle and come back to the office for a minute will you?
She'd hit me with more than a ruler.
She'd hit me with the king of second century Mongolia, and he's heavy.
 
Think, Bee.
What would Lucy do?
She'd take power away from... Idaho!
 
I pick the phone up and speed dial technology.
 
'Who's this? Ok, Damien. Listen up, big boy. I want you to hook us up to Idaho. Siphon off their electric and run it through to the net, will you? You're a doll. Love ya. Bye.'
 
I like Damien.
He brings me cakes.
 
'Ta-da. Done. Problem solved. All with out the need for me to put my shoes back on. Check on the butterflies will you? Give me a ring back with the status. Have any of them materialised yet?'
 
'Not really. We have red ones, blue ones and a really sweet, but big, white one. We could use them as disco lights the way they are now. Technology says they won't "come into view" for a while yet. That's why the power has been eaten away. I'll go and check on them now.'
 
She walks off smiling.
I am so good at my job.
 
What to do now?
Paperwork's getting on my nerves.
Ooo, I'm going to the pits.
I'll always move for them.
 
I slip my shoes back on and make my way down to the lower levels.
 
As I open the door screaming surrounds me.
 
'Hello everyone. Just, Bee, come to see how you're all boiling.'
 
My eyes scan over the tar pits, miles and miles of them.
And then I see Lucy's favourite one.
We kept him near the door so she wouldn't have to walk too far when she visits him.
She comes down and shows him holiday brochures, says he screams louder when he sees all the resorts.
I think it's general screaming rather than being upset by five star accommodation in the Dominican.
 
'Luke? Is it too hot? Too cold?'
 
He sobs as his head bobs just above the surface.
 
'You're having a great time, aren't you? You can tell me, come on make my day. Not very talkative today, are you? Lucky I'm not Lucy or she'd turn the heat up on you like she always does.'
 
'Please...'
 
One of his reddened swollen arms reaches out of the blackness.
I love these pits!
 
'Should have thought about all this and kept it in your pants. You may have had Faith, but not the real kind.'
 
And one of the best things about the pits?
This.
 
I push a button on the wall and they all begin to boil that little bit faster.
 
'Burn baby burn! Woo. Night kiddies.'
 
I put the boil timer on twenty minutes and leave the screaming rapists to their fate.
 
 
How'd I ever get so lucky to get a job like this?
Oh yeah.
I got run over by a drunk driver.
Lucky me.
 
I walk back to my desk and grab the ringing phone.
 
'Home of glorified paper pushers, how can I help you?'
 
'Bee, it's Luce. Have to be quick as Ellie might wake up soon. I need the CCTV tapes from the cells. Can you get them?'
 
Can I get them?
She has no faith in me.
 
'I'll flash my bootie down there and steal them now. Remind Elle she needs to upgrade her security blocks. Angels can't flash in, but Satan's minions can? No good. Anything else?'
 
'Yes. Call Cordelia up... her numbers written on a pair of panties in my desk drawer--they're clean. Call her up and cancel our plans. Say I got called out of the country or something. There's a diamond brochure in there as well. Send her the necklace that I circled as a sorry. Thanks. Ciao.'
 
I slip my Nikes on and flash my self down to the cells.
Devastation!
Go, Elle.
 
Where's the CCTV cabinet?
I walk over to a massive metal box--the only thing that hasn't melted, and pick the lock.
 
And as I open the doors I realise that I'm too late.
Empty.
 
Looks like someone else had the same idea.
 
It's weird, because I know there are guards posted outside.
Elle's the only one who is allowed to authorise viewing of the tapes.
 
 
 
Heaven finally gets a bit of mystery and intrigue.