Sandi and Quinn enjoy a day in the park. I'll post part 2 later on.
It had turned into a nice day in Lawndale Quinn thought with a smile as she walked across a large puddle and sat on one end of a bench in the park. The boys had fought among themselves as they always did for the honor of driving her home at the end of school, never asking her who she wanted to go home with. She had finally given up and started her walk home when the fists had begun to fly. She wondered how long it would take them to notice that she was gone. The spring air had a slight chill to it as Quinn materialized a bag of carrot sticks and watched the mortals as they took advantage of the good weather. A jogger passed by doing a double take as the slight glow surrounding Quinn. He shook his head and continued on. Quinn was admiring a pair of robins singing together in a tree when the cry of a young boy brought her attention around. He had been playing in a sandbox while his mother sat at a nearby bench deeply engrossed in the latest paperback thriller. The back wheel of his toy dump truck had fallen off. With a slight smile and a quick look skywards, Quinn pointed with a carrot stick in the direction of the boy. The child's eyes went wide as the tire lifted into the air and reattached itself to the toy.
"Mommy! Mommy! The truck fixed itself," the boy yelled as he ran, toy in hand, to show his mother.
"That's nice, dear. Go run and play." The mother turned a page and readjusted her glasses, her eyes never leaving the story as the spy risked life, limb and his sex drive for the sake of the free world.
"OK, Mommy. I love you." The boy ran back to the sandbox and began making his motorized noises. Quinn smile grew a bit.
"I saw that. You know we're not supposed to use our powers to help mortals while we're in this form." Quinn jumped slightly as she turned towards the voice. Staci, her friend from high school and elsewhere came walking up and sat at the other end of the bench. Quinn sighed silently as the "doom and gloom" given off from her friend sent a slight negative feeling thru her. She was used to it by now but it still made her shiver on occasion. Quinn had tried to convince Staci one day to cheer up, wear some brighter clothing, and just try to be happy with her life. One dark look back from Staci had ended that fairly quickly. Quinn turned her head to look at an elderly woman slowly making her way up the path towards them.
"Oh, if they really didn't want us to use our powers, I'm sure one of our Fathers would have said something. I know yours didn't and mine hasn't talked to me for eons. He's too busy with the pet project of His with His Son." Staci looked out over the park at a wino slowly weaving his way along a path. An evil look appeared on her face as she flicked a finger in his direction. The wino cursed out loud as the bottle of cheep booze slipped out of his hand and smashed against the ground. Staci's smile grew as she watched the wino kick the glass angrily and curse his bad luck.
"Still, we wouldn't want things to get too unbalanced here if we were to use our powers anywhere we wanted to," Staci said, her view now passing over the other park goers. Quinn's gaze turned to the wino and a frown crossed her face. She knew the evils of alcohol from her experience with her Earth bound father and didn't want to increase the drag on this poor man's soul. Her gaze ran across the park looking for another solution to the problem. She paused as her gaze hit upon the back of a man now taking another path to pass further away from the wino. She flicked a finger in his direction.
The businessman did a double take and dropped his briefcase in shock. "Paul?" he asked.
The wino's head came up sharply at the sound of his name and he peered at the man in the suit. He normally stayed away from them as they were always the first to threaten a call to the police. He recognized the man as a distant memory. "Rick?"
Rick ran thru the grass, trying his best to bypass the broken glass. "What happened to you, man? I haven't seen you since the wedding fifteen years ago?" Rick held Paul out at arm's length, trying to understand what had happened to his friend. "You were the best man at my wedding. Vicky hasn't heard from you in ages!"
"She left me, man. Took the money, the furniture, everything. I came home one day to an empty house. No note. Nothing."
"Surely it's not that bad..."
"They fired me from the firm three weeks later. They said they didn't want someone with a negative home life representing them. They blackballed me. I haven't found work anywhere." He fell to his knees. "Just leave me..."
"I won't hear of it." Rick struggled to lift the man back to his feet. "Look. You're coming home with me. We're in dire need of employees like you at my firm. I'm not going to let you waste your life out here. We'll get you cleaned up and back on your feet. I've got a spare room you can use for the time being. Vicky even asked me a few days ago what had...." Their voices trailed off as they walked up a path and out of the park. Quinn smiled.
"You got lucky on that one." Sandi sat with her arms and legs crossed, one foot bounced angrily up and down, a frown on her face. Quinn could almost see the small, dark cloud forming over the top of Sandi's head. "If that Rick guy hadn't been in the park..." Her frown deepened and her foot kicked harder. Quinn shrugged.
"You know Good will always triumph over Evil in the end."
"We ain't there yet though. There's always a little time left to raise a little Hell." Sandi looked around a bit until she spotted Kevin and Brittany beginning their weekly walk thru the park. She smirked. "And I see a perfect chance to do so..."
Quinn looked at the happy couple. Actually it was more like the happy blond pulling around the bored boyfriend. "Oh come on, Sandi. Brittany's been whining all day about Kevin. Don't get them started again."
Sandi turned with a look that would have scorched paint. "What's the matter, Quinn? Timid?"
-drmike
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