Dance

"Geneva! I'm bored!" Long, dark lashes fluttered over deep brown eyes, as a single tear escaped. "I don't want to play this game anymore!"

"Now, Merry," Geneva began, her voice soft and gentle, despite her frustration. "You gave your word. Whatever card you drew. Remember? Even though Selina and I tried to warn you?"

Putting aside the folder that held the next day's court case, Geneva sighed and bent toward the earnest little face and took a calming breath. "Fredo and Stefan aren't complaining, now are they, little one?"

An energetic snort from over Geneva's shoulder warned her that Fredo, busily weaving too many flowers into her hair, was about to offer an unwelcome opinion of life on this side of the veil. Luckily, when Geneva turned and pointed a messily polished nail at him, Merry's brother had the good sense to swallow whatever he'd been about to say and turn his gaze toward the ceiling.

"But Mordecai said it would be fun, Neva!" Another tear snuck out to roll down Merry's silky cheek. "He promised! And it's not!" she insisted, fisting her hands on her hips and stomping her tiny foot. "It's not fun to be human - at all!"

With that pronouncement, Merry threw herself into Geneva's arms, sobbing as though her heart had broken.

"Mother!" Geneva almost hissed the word.

The sound was less than a whisper, but frustration added an energy that gave the thought substance and sent it through Geneva's door out into the front office. One of the law clerks would later swear that - at that exact moment - windows rattled. Taking on a life of its own, as well as a sharp turn at the door to the break-room, Geneva's call to her mother nearly knocked down the head of security. Felicity shook her head and smiled. Someone was in deep trouble and, happily, all she had to do - this time - was sit back and watch. Giving in to the urge, she purred.

At the end of the hall, Geneva's message reached its target and Judge Rowena Morgan Powers spilled her tea.

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You Want What?

She refused to turn and look at him, despite the anger and imperious tone. As his wife, not his child, she felt no need to bend her knee to him.
"You will shut that thing off and go to bed - NOW!" he bellowed.

The only reason he wanted her in bed, in his condition - actually ever - was because he found that he couldn't fall asleep otherwise. Once he fell asleep, she could do anything she wished, including jumping up and down on the bed; but she (in his mind) had to be in bed in order for him to fall asleep.

Her condition, similar to his, required that she respond to his demand by sticking her tongue out and issuing a resounding raspberry in his direction. Though she knew it would only exacerbate the situation, she just had to do it. And she was right - it made the situation worse.

It was going to be a long night!

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Disaster Zone

The devastation was complete. Every object in the room had been displaced by the energy that had blown through just a short time before. Cassie folded her legs and collapsed to the floor with a groan. There were chairs upside down and on top of each other. Dishes actually stuck to the wall, and there was food, Cassie shook her head in amazement, food on the ceiling. Every book from the shelves was on the floor, somewhere, and the shelves were actually gone. Oh, no - there they were, in pieces on the other side of the room.

Surveying the wreckage, her first thought was to light a match. It couldn't take that long to rebuild one room, could it? Although, it was, probably, still structurally sound, right? Maybe if she called everyone she knew and handed out shovels and trash bags, they could reclaim the room in a day or two? Still, the match sounded like the best idea.

Hard on that thought came the thought of her husband. "I wonder," Cassie mused, "if he could talk the guys into driving the ladder truck over, knocking down that far wall and just hosing the mess out the side of the house?" Hmmmm! Now that idea held possibilities.

Lost in her thoughts and trying, desperately, to figure out where to start undoing the disaster, Cassie didn't realize that Adam had walked up behind her; until he started to laugh. A deep, heart-felt belly laugh that echoed through the room. She glared at him over her shoulder, which only made him double over and laugh even harder.

"Redecorating?" he panted between fits of laughter, scrubbing tears off his face. "Not one of your better efforts!"

"There's food on the ceiling!" she managed to squeak out as tears started to fall. "I am never, EVER, letting Jonathan have another birthday party!"

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