Dang Fairies

Buckminster Fullerene was probably the laziest Basset hound on planet Earth.  He didn’t do walks, he went for a drag.  He didn’t fetch sticks, he imitated them.  Buckminster, or Buck, had made sleeping into an art form, napping into a athletic endeavor and snoozing into a profession.

And he was perfecting it in the seat next to Kevin.

Kevin Warren pulled his squad car into the parking garage and poked the tri-colored hound, “Okay Buck, time to wake up.”

The power source on the car shut down and the manual steering mechanism retracted.  Kevin was a bit of a dinosaur, he still liked to steer the vehicle when it wasn’t an emergency.  The doors opened and Buck sighed.

“Oh come on,” Kevin groaned.

Reaching across the car, he grabbed the snoring hound dog and hoisted Buck into his arms.  Lugging the dog into the police headquarters, the detective carried his hound to the lift that would take him to the ninety-seventh floor.  A few seconds later, he was laying Buck down in the doggy bed next to Kevin’s desk.

“Hey Kevin,” a light, feathery voice said over his shoulder.

Standing up, Kevin sighed before turning around, “Yes Etheara, what do you want?”

Sitting on his desk was the new detective, a fairy named Etheara.  Her hair, the color of quicksilver, flowed in the air like a human woman’s hair flowed under water.  She was glowing blue that day and blue glistening particles were drifting off of her like pollen.  The old stories had always depicted fairies as being small and having wings, but they were just as tall as humans and didn’t need wings.

A fairy detective was definitely something new.  They tended to be a little to mischievous for something as serious as police work.  They always had been since they came out of their fae mounds in the later part of the twenty-sixth century.  The fairies and their kin had brought back magic and a whole host of other problems.

The young fairy gasped, “Why would I have to want something?  Maybe I just want to say hi to my friend!”

Kevin blinked.  She wanted something.  She always wanted something.

Drifting on magical currents to Buck’s bed, she petted him on the head and smiled up at Kevin, “See? I just wanted to pet Bucky.”

Kevin blinked again.  The easiest way to catch Etheara in a lie was to wait.  Eventually the awkward silence would be too much for her and she would spill the beans.  Her blue glow brightened, illuminating Kevin’s mocha skin and making it seem to glow as well.

“See!?” she patted Buck, “Petting … pet … okay!  Can you take a look at something for me?”

Leading Kevin into the holo-scene simulator, Etheara drifted to the center of the crime scene depicted inside.  A dwarf was lying face down in the middle of an alley.  A first glance, Kevin didn’t see any sign of injury.

Kneeling down next to the dwarf, he studied the body, “No obvious signs of injury.  Toxicology?”

The holographic toxicology report popped up next to Kevin.  High levels of histamines in his system.

“Interesting,” Kevin commented.  “Take a look at his lips.”

The fairy drifted to the holographic corpse and lifted his head, “What am I looking for?  Oh, he’s got a little sore on his lip.”

Kevin nodded, “Did you find out where he’d been?”

“Yeah,” Atheara nodded, pulling up the holographic report she had made.  “He ate at Chez Misard about twenty minutes before time of death.  You think he was poisoned?”

She was quick, Kevin had to admit that.  But for a fairy, she thought from an awfully human perspective.

“Take a look at his hands,” Kevin said, nodding to the short fairy-kin on the ground.

Atheara furrowed her brown in confusion, but picked up the hand of the victim.  Looking at it for a moment, she sighed and then sat it back down.

“His index finger is longer than his middle finger,” she frowned, “So he’s a werewolf.”

“But fae …” Kevin started to say, but the fairy in front of him caught on.

“Are immune to lycanthropy.  Sooo ..?” she groaned in confusion.  “He couldn’t be a werewolf.”

“But he could be a carrier,” Kevin added.

“So?” Atheara raised one eyebrow over her violet eyes that were devoid of pupils.

“Okay,” Kevin said, standing up and dusting himself off, “Put it together here.  He has a sore on his lip, ate at a fancy French restaurant and is infected with lycanthropy.”

Gasping, the fairy’s eyes widened, “Silverware!”

“End simulation,” Kevin commanded.  “You’re dwarf was infected with lycanthropy, ate off real silverware and died from an allergic reaction.”

The alley disappeared and Kevin and the fairy were standing in a round, black room.  Forensics in 3246 was so much more simple than in the two thousands.

“I’m guessing he didn’t know he was infected,” Kevin thought out loud.

“Thank you!” the young fairy squealed, hugging Kevin roughly.

Shortly, Kevin was sitting down next to Buck, “Hey dude,” he said, scratching the sleeping hound dog behind his floppy ears.  “You hold down the fort?”

Buck groaned.

The communicator on his desk chirped, “Hey Kevin?” his captain’s voice said.

“Yeah?” Kevin responded.

“Hey, you need to meet Atheara in my office, she’s going to be your partner on this next one,” he explained.

Great.  A partner.  A fairy partner.

“Yes sir,” Kevin groaned.  He didn’t want a partner.  Much less someone as ornery as Atheara.

Dang fairies.

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About Webgoji

I am a member of the Kansas Writers Association and Wichita Writers Guild. I have successfully completed National Novel Writing Month and have completed 3 different novels. My first novel "The Fay Dragon Chronicles" unfortunately wasn't published, but I am currently trying to get my second book "The Seraphim Protocol" published. View all posts by Webgoji

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