Drabblage: "Stress"

[beer_good_foamy]

open_on_sunday once again eats all my plotbunnies. But I've got a new computer and am feeling really efficient so all I need is to transfer all my shit from my old can to my new, sleek, beautiful laptop and I'll get to writing longer stuff. Yeah right.

So, anyway, one on Mayor Richard Wilkins and one on the social services lady from "Gone".

Human Weakness

Knock knock.

"Go away."

The vampire looked at his watch and steeled himself before opening the door.

"Sir-"

"I said GO. AWAY." The boss was at his desk, face in his hands, hair on end.

"Sir, graduation is in two hours and we need to..." The vampire ducked a paperweight, thrown with impotent human strength, and shrugged. Hey, his ascension, his problem if he misses it. He closed the door.

Alone again, Richard Wilkins took a deep breath. He rewound the camcorder for the fourth time and forced a smile before hitting "Rec".

"Hello, Faith. If you're watching this tape..."

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Therapy?

“I’m not crazy!”

Dr Cairns nodded, stifling an overworked yawn. “Of course not, Ms Kroger. We don’t use the ‘C’ word in psychiatry anymore.”

“Don’t you patronize me! I’m perfectly -“

He held his hand up. ”Please, hear me out. Ms Kroger, Doris, let’s be frank. We both know that Sunnydale is... different. Just between you and me, it’s not impossible that your coffee mug did tell you to kill everybody. Question is – does your medical insurance cover Act of Ghost?”

Doris started to object, then slowly closed her mouth.

He smiled. “I’ll just put down ‘work-related stress’, then. NEXT!”