
Claimers: I own them. You
all know this. Thank you for reading this little note though.
Title: Veruca Salt own the
line, from 'She's a Brain'. The lyrics are from 'Yeah Man'. I do not own them.
Notes: Listen up, people.
I wish to remind you of the following points;
* Angels/Hells minions can
kill each other.
* Once an Angel is killed
this way, their soul leaves their body and that's it. I mentioned this during
Elle's talk on the big battle [where Lucy got thrown out].
Take me Hot and Hazy
Leave me Limp and Lazy
Elle's POV
LaOC VIII - She Said,
'Take Me I Implore You'
'Elle, wake up, we're late! Shit, Mich is gonna
kick our butts, and it's gonna look really obvious if we both turn
up together!'
What?
What's going on?
Where's my pillow of Angel gone?
I was comfortable!
'Dizzy. Stop rushing around. What are you talking
about? Come back to bed.'
I stretch out, under the covers and feel the
warmth of the bed she was just in.
Oh: I'm terrible!
I fell asleep, and didn't...
I am the most inconsiderate person
in the entire world!
'Stop everything!'
I sit up, extremely annoyed at my lack of...
I don't know, energy?
She just... it was the two in a row, it knocks
me out sometimes.
Damn it.
'What? You ok?'
'I'm so sorry.'
Her face falls a little as she sits down and
kisses my head.
'Why are you sorry? Is this a sorry I'm
gonna be worried about?'
Silly Angel, always thinking the very worst
of every situation.
I have to get her out of that habit.
I grab her shirt collars, and try and drag
her back down.
She tenses all her muscles up, and doesn't
move an inch.
Here I am; God, Miss Powerful, tugging at her
and going no where fast.
'Dizzy, why aren't...'
tug '...you...' tug
'...moving!' tug 'Come
back down.' tug 'Don't
make me switch my Godlike super strength on!' tug,
tug, tug.
'You ok there? You'll crease my shirt up. What
are you sorry about? Tell me!'
Why isn't she moving?
Damn this!
'Oh. Nothing. Don't worry.'
'No I am, what are you sorry about?!'
'Come back in, and I'll tell you.'
'Elle, do you know what day it is?!'
'It is... Wed... no, um, I have no idea. What
day is... No! The monthly meeting! Why didn't you wake me up?!'
I glance over at the clock.
We're already late.
I bet everyone's in the meeting room, putting
two and two together, and coming up with Angel and God sex!
Crap!
I click my fingers and I'm up and in my dress
in a second.
I hope they haven't eaten all the donuts.
Especially the ones with the custardy fillings.
I like those.
'What are you sorry about, Elle?'
'Dizzy, we're late. They'll all be waiting
for us! If David's...'
'Wait, what about the sorry?'
'... eaten all the goodies again, I'll have
to... I don't know. Maybe give him my filing to do. Are you ready? I'll have
to take us both up there. Don't say anything to them. You know...'
'The sorry, what was the sorry for?!'
'... they'll all stare when we both turn up
together!'
I grab her hand, click my fingers, and we're
in the meeting room.
Every face turns round and looks at us.
'What was the sorry fo...oh.
Hey, everyone.'
I narrow my eyes, as Gabrielle starts to say
something, stopping her mid breath.
Know your place, people!
Complete. And. Utter. Silence.
And then David starts, and it better not be
a quip or I'll get mad.
'Your eminence, I saved you a custard donut!'
Oh, he's the sweetest little thing.
Ok, he's the sweetest six foot, seven, thing!
He always reminds me of that Prince man.
The one who makes the raps, oh, what's he called...
the Fresh one.
I'll ask him later.
'Dis, good to see you.'
I watch as Michelle nudges her in the ribs,
giving her a wink.
Dizzy takes a note from her hand, looks at
it, goes wide eyed, then blushes.
I'll have to give Michelle a detention later.
Bad Angels.
Bad, bad, bad Angels; where did I go
wrong?