Post by noazmale on Feb 5, 2007 20:06:16 GMT -5
CHARMED
“The Rising Cost of Education”
By J. B. Tilton (a.k.a. NoAzMale) and Teri Thibeault (a.k.a. Tessalynne)
Emails:
noazmale@isot.com evilgidget_2000@yahoo.com
Rating: K
Disclaimer: “Charmed” and all related characters and events are the property of the WB television network, except for those characters specifically created for this story. This is a work of fan fiction and no infringement of copyright is intended.
* * *
When Cole’s student loans become due, he discovers there’s hell to pay. Literally.
* * *
ONE
Phoebe, Paige, and Cole lounged in a booth at P3. It had been a great day. Not even a hint of a demon had popped up. Leo came over to the booth carrying drinks for all of them. Piper had stepped behind the bar temporarily to give the regular bartender a break. P3 bustled busily with the Friday night crowd.
They had been chit chatting about nothing in particular. Even though demonic bounty hunters were still after Cole, he said it would be at least a few days before any of them would realize they were following a false trail. The opportunity to relax was a welcome respite.
“Now that one certainly looks out of place,” Paige indicated a man who had just entered the club.
The man appeared to be in his mid 50s. His nondescript brown suit did nothing to flatter the short, squat frame it draped. The extra lights near the club entrance danced in merry reflection across his nearly bald head. One hand clutched a briefcase tightly to his body. The other busily pushed the wire-rimmed glasses he was wearing back into place on the bridge of his nose, only to have them begin to slide again almost immediately. The eyes behind the lenses were scanning the crowd as though he was looking for someone.
“It’s almost nine o’clock,” Phoebe noted with curiosity when her eyes found the odd little man. “Why would someone be carrying a briefcase around at this time of night?”
“Probably just a businessman,” Cole suggested with a shrug. “Maybe he just got off work and decided to stop in for a drink to unwind. I’ve known a lot of lawyers who do that.”
“In here?” Paige questioned. “He sure doesn’t look like he would be interested in this kind of music.”
You never know,” said Cole as they watched the man make his way to the bar.
He spoke with Piper for a few minutes. They all saw Piper glance at them a couple of times. Just then the bartender returned and Piper led the man over to where they were sitting.
“Cole, this gentleman wants to speak with you.”
“Yes?” Cole questioned.
“Are you Coleridge Benjamin Turner?” the man asked. “Son of Benjamin and Elizabeth Turner? Most recently employed as an Assistant District Attorney in the San Francisco District Attorney’s office? Born in 1885?”
“Most of that is accurate,” Cole answered guardedly. “But you obviously have inaccurate information on my date of birth. I think it’s quite clear I’m not over a hundred years old.”
“Curious,” said the man. “Usually we’re much more thorough than that. My records are usually very accurate. You go by the pseudonym Belthazor, do you not?”
Everyone tensed. If this man knew who Cole was he might be a demon. Maybe even one of the bounty hunters now searching for him. And with P3 packed as it was right now, a lot of innocents could be hurt or killed if he attacked.
“Who are you and what do you want?” Piper demanded.
“I’m sorry,” said the man, “but is there some place we could talk privately? This noise is so distracting.”
“Let’s go back to the office,” suggested Leo.
Piper agreed. At least in the office they wouldn’t have to risk any innocents. Or exposing magic to the mortal world. She led them back to the office and then closed – and locked – the door behind them. The girls stood ready for any aggression this stranger might offer.
“Okay, who are you?” Piper again demanded.
“I’m afraid my business is with Mr. Turner,” said the man.
“Whatever business you have with him you have with us,” Phoebe insisted. “What are you, a bounty hunter?”
“Bounty hunter?” the man questioned. “Goodness no. They’re much too violent a breed for me. As I said, my business is with Mr. Turner.”
“Anything you have to say to me you can say in front of them,” said Cole. “We don’t have any secrets between each other.”
“Very well,” said the man. “My name is Mytton K. Subotski II, Mr. Turner. And from your reaction I assume you’re the man I’m looking for? The one who also goes by the name Belthazor?”
“I used to,” said Cole. “If you’re not a bounty hunter then what is this all about?”
“The contract, of course,” said Subotski. “Surely you haven’t forgotten about it? The terms were quite explicit and spelled out in great detail. And you voluntarily executed the contract, as I understand it. It’s all quite legal, I can assure you.”
“What contract?” Piper asked.
“The contract with the Underworld Guaranteed Student Financial Competency and Deferment Division, of course,” said Subotski. “It’s a standard contractual agreement entered into by all upper level demons that plan to remain on the mortal plane and establish a legitimate identity here. It is required by the Otherworld Socio-Political Educational Equivalency Commission.”
“You’re with the Underworld Guaranteed Student Financial Competency and Deferment Division?” Cole’s surprise was evident in his voice.
“Of course,” said Subotski.
“Cole, what is it?” Phoebe asked, glancing curiously between the two men. “Do you know this guy?”
“Not personally,” Cole said hesitantly, “but I am familiar with the Underworld Guaranteed Student Financial Competency and Deferment Division.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” Subotski removed a document from his briefcase. “Now, as to the terms of this contract Mr. Turner...”
“What contract?” Leo interrupted.
“This one,” Subotski indicated the document he held somewhat impatiently. “The contract between Mr. Turner and the Underworld Guaranteed Student Financial Competency and Deferment Division.”
“He’s here about my student loans,” Cole explained.
“The Rising Cost of Education”
By J. B. Tilton (a.k.a. NoAzMale) and Teri Thibeault (a.k.a. Tessalynne)
Emails:
noazmale@isot.com evilgidget_2000@yahoo.com
Rating: K
Disclaimer: “Charmed” and all related characters and events are the property of the WB television network, except for those characters specifically created for this story. This is a work of fan fiction and no infringement of copyright is intended.
* * *
When Cole’s student loans become due, he discovers there’s hell to pay. Literally.
* * *
ONE
Phoebe, Paige, and Cole lounged in a booth at P3. It had been a great day. Not even a hint of a demon had popped up. Leo came over to the booth carrying drinks for all of them. Piper had stepped behind the bar temporarily to give the regular bartender a break. P3 bustled busily with the Friday night crowd.
They had been chit chatting about nothing in particular. Even though demonic bounty hunters were still after Cole, he said it would be at least a few days before any of them would realize they were following a false trail. The opportunity to relax was a welcome respite.
“Now that one certainly looks out of place,” Paige indicated a man who had just entered the club.
The man appeared to be in his mid 50s. His nondescript brown suit did nothing to flatter the short, squat frame it draped. The extra lights near the club entrance danced in merry reflection across his nearly bald head. One hand clutched a briefcase tightly to his body. The other busily pushed the wire-rimmed glasses he was wearing back into place on the bridge of his nose, only to have them begin to slide again almost immediately. The eyes behind the lenses were scanning the crowd as though he was looking for someone.
“It’s almost nine o’clock,” Phoebe noted with curiosity when her eyes found the odd little man. “Why would someone be carrying a briefcase around at this time of night?”
“Probably just a businessman,” Cole suggested with a shrug. “Maybe he just got off work and decided to stop in for a drink to unwind. I’ve known a lot of lawyers who do that.”
“In here?” Paige questioned. “He sure doesn’t look like he would be interested in this kind of music.”
You never know,” said Cole as they watched the man make his way to the bar.
He spoke with Piper for a few minutes. They all saw Piper glance at them a couple of times. Just then the bartender returned and Piper led the man over to where they were sitting.
“Cole, this gentleman wants to speak with you.”
“Yes?” Cole questioned.
“Are you Coleridge Benjamin Turner?” the man asked. “Son of Benjamin and Elizabeth Turner? Most recently employed as an Assistant District Attorney in the San Francisco District Attorney’s office? Born in 1885?”
“Most of that is accurate,” Cole answered guardedly. “But you obviously have inaccurate information on my date of birth. I think it’s quite clear I’m not over a hundred years old.”
“Curious,” said the man. “Usually we’re much more thorough than that. My records are usually very accurate. You go by the pseudonym Belthazor, do you not?”
Everyone tensed. If this man knew who Cole was he might be a demon. Maybe even one of the bounty hunters now searching for him. And with P3 packed as it was right now, a lot of innocents could be hurt or killed if he attacked.
“Who are you and what do you want?” Piper demanded.
“I’m sorry,” said the man, “but is there some place we could talk privately? This noise is so distracting.”
“Let’s go back to the office,” suggested Leo.
Piper agreed. At least in the office they wouldn’t have to risk any innocents. Or exposing magic to the mortal world. She led them back to the office and then closed – and locked – the door behind them. The girls stood ready for any aggression this stranger might offer.
“Okay, who are you?” Piper again demanded.
“I’m afraid my business is with Mr. Turner,” said the man.
“Whatever business you have with him you have with us,” Phoebe insisted. “What are you, a bounty hunter?”
“Bounty hunter?” the man questioned. “Goodness no. They’re much too violent a breed for me. As I said, my business is with Mr. Turner.”
“Anything you have to say to me you can say in front of them,” said Cole. “We don’t have any secrets between each other.”
“Very well,” said the man. “My name is Mytton K. Subotski II, Mr. Turner. And from your reaction I assume you’re the man I’m looking for? The one who also goes by the name Belthazor?”
“I used to,” said Cole. “If you’re not a bounty hunter then what is this all about?”
“The contract, of course,” said Subotski. “Surely you haven’t forgotten about it? The terms were quite explicit and spelled out in great detail. And you voluntarily executed the contract, as I understand it. It’s all quite legal, I can assure you.”
“What contract?” Piper asked.
“The contract with the Underworld Guaranteed Student Financial Competency and Deferment Division, of course,” said Subotski. “It’s a standard contractual agreement entered into by all upper level demons that plan to remain on the mortal plane and establish a legitimate identity here. It is required by the Otherworld Socio-Political Educational Equivalency Commission.”
“You’re with the Underworld Guaranteed Student Financial Competency and Deferment Division?” Cole’s surprise was evident in his voice.
“Of course,” said Subotski.
“Cole, what is it?” Phoebe asked, glancing curiously between the two men. “Do you know this guy?”
“Not personally,” Cole said hesitantly, “but I am familiar with the Underworld Guaranteed Student Financial Competency and Deferment Division.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” Subotski removed a document from his briefcase. “Now, as to the terms of this contract Mr. Turner...”
“What contract?” Leo interrupted.
“This one,” Subotski indicated the document he held somewhat impatiently. “The contract between Mr. Turner and the Underworld Guaranteed Student Financial Competency and Deferment Division.”
“He’s here about my student loans,” Cole explained.