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higgsboshark · 8 years ago

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Day Job

Me: I am so screwed. There’s no way I can get this notarized before 7 a.m. tomorrow.

Sandi: I bet the Doctor is a notary. Ms. Frizzle, too. Is there a fic for that?

Me: There is in 20 minutes.

20 minutes later ...

Rated G. Fandoms: Doctor Who, Mary Poppins, Howl’s Moving Castle, Magic School Bus. 1,574 words.

If there’s one thing people will always need, it’s paperwork. And hey, even time travelers have to pay the bills somehow ...

BUREAUCRACY IN A HURRY, read the sign painted in meticulous capitals across the window of the shabby storefront tucked between an all-night kebab shop and a children’s clothing store. PAPERS NOTARIZED, WILLS WITNESSED, MARRIAGES PERFORMED. OPEN 26 HOURS A DAY.

A young woman hurried down the street, dashing tears from her eyes. She glanced at the and did a double-take. “Mom, let me call you back,” she said into her cellphone. “No, I think I found a place to get the forms done. Yes, I know how important it — look, I’ve got to go. I’ll call you. I’LL CALL YOU. OKAY, BYE.”

She tucked the phone into her pocket and looked down at the sheaf of papers she was clutching in the other hand. She closed her eyes and her lips moved briefly, as if praying.

The door creaked as she pushed it open. Inside, the place was just as shabby as the outside, with buzzing lights and a faded plastic houseplant, but it smelled pleasantly of old books and ... was that cinnamon?

She stepped up to the chipped wooden counter. The place was deserted, but then again, she hadn’t been expecting it to be hopping at 11:30 pm on a Tuesday.

RinG beLL foR SrviCe, said a sign in what was unmistakably a child’s wobbly handwriting. She looked at it, then around the counter. There was no bell. Typical.

“Dobry večer?” she called, tentatively. No one answered. “Um ...hello? Anyone there?” She leaned over the counter to see if she could see into the back room, but there was nothing but a short, shadowy hallway and what looked like some sort of blue wardrobe.

The front door gave a sudden loud creak, and she jumped, papers scattering.

“Oh my goodness, sorry honey!” the voice was warm, female, and unmistakably American. The girl turned to see a middle-aged woman with curly red hair and a warm smile. She was wearing a dress printed with books and papers, a pair of earrings shaped like pencils, and holding a bag full of doner kebab. She put it down on the counter and helped the girl collect her papers. “Didn’t mean to startle you. I tried to honk the horn when I parked the bus, but that door is so thick I bet you didn’t hear me.”

The girl blinked and looked out the window to the street. There were no cars in sight, much less a bus. “Uh, I guess not,” she said politely. She edged away just a little, hoping the woman wasn’t going to line up behind her.

But no, it was even worse: the woman pulled out a key and let herself through the “Employees Only” door and into the back of the store. She leaned out across the counter to grab the bag, gave the girl another smile, and walked off down the hall. She knocked on a door, yelled “Kebab’s here!” and vanished inside when it opened.

“Um …?” the girl said to no one.

From the back room, there came a noise like a brontosaurus with its nuts caught in a blender. It faded out, went silent, then faded in again. She leaned over the counter. There was nothing there, but … had that blue wardrobe moved? It seemed to be just a few inches to the left of where it had been.

A door banged open, though she couldn’t see where. Then a shortish man in a brown suit and tennis shoes came around the corner of the wardrobe. “Ah!” he said, seeing her, and grinned. He walked over and leaned forward while she leaned back. He had a light, laughing voice and when he spoke, it was with a British accent. “Have you seen a woman come through here with a kebab?”

“Yes?” the girl said, and pointed. “She went through the door right there.”

“Lovely!” He grinned again. It was a very nice grin. “And I don’t suppose you’ve also seen a short chap in an armor suit, looks a bit like a potato, talks a lot about slaughtering his enemies?”

She leaned back a little further. “W-what?”

“Nothing, never mind. Kebab’ll do for now. Cheers!” He waved and headed for the door.

“Excuse me!” the girl called. “Could you tell me where to find the notary?”

The man turned around, but kept walking backwards as he spoke. “No, couldn’t possibly, I’m afraid. It’s the intern’s turn to man the desk tonight.” He chuckled. “Heh. Intern’s turn.”

The girl took a deep breath. The papers shook where she gripped them. “Okay, but unless the intern is invisible, he’s not here and I j-just n-need to get this done or I can’t go h-home …” She felt her chin wobble, and blinked hard against the tears.

The man stopped. “Aw, here now, don’t cry!” he said, sounding appalled.

She took a deep breath and got a grip on herself. “Sorry. I don’t mean to. It’s just been a really long day, and to be honest I’d given up finding a notary this time of night at all.” She remembered something. “Hey, did you know your sign is wrong? It says ‘Open 26 hours.’ There’s only 24 hours in a day.”

“Are there?” the man said lightly. “Hmm.” Before she could ask what that meant, he turned to the other side of the hall and banged on a yellow door. “Jenkins! Hoy, Howell Jenkins! Come on, lazyarse, we’ve got a customer.”

The door opened, and the most beautiful man she’d ever seen poked his blonde head out the door. He turned his limpid blue eyes to the man in the suit, then to her, and sighed. “All right, all right,” he said, in a broad Welsh accent. He shambled out, revealing beat-up jeans and a raggedy sweater that seemed odd next to such an angelic face. He locked the yellow door behind him, and fixed the girl with an accusing stare. “You didn’t ring the bell.”

She swallowed. “There isn’t a bell.”

“Well, you’ll know to bring one next time, won’t you?” He crossed his arms on the counter and yawned. “Is it yer last will and testament, then?”

“No,” she said. “It’s an affidavit. I’ve got to have it signed and notarized by seven a.m. tomorrow so I can pick up my visa in —”

He cut her off with a wave of his hand. “Yeah, all right. Notarized, eh? Not my department.” He turned, and she froze, terrified he was going to just walk away again. Instead, he yelled down the hall, “Hey, Mary! Customer.”

“Yes, yes, all right,” came a muffled voice from the door where the other two … employees? … had disappeared. After a moment, a lady with a severe dark bun and a long dress came out. She would have been terrifying, except that she was still munching on the last few bites of a kebab.

At the sight of it, Jenkins brightened. “The kebabs are here? No one told me.”

“Dr. Frizzle said she left yours at the counter,” the dark-haired woman said. She fixed him with a stern look and added, “Where you ought to have been.”

Jenkins spread his arms, looking affronted. “And here I am!” he said grandly, “But do you see a kebab? Because I don’t.”

Well, you’ll know to bring one next time, won’t you, the girl thought uncharitably.

“Yes, all right, well go and ask her about it then,” the woman said, rolling her eyes. She ate the last bite of her own and licked garlic sauce off her fingers.

“Your wish shall be my command, beautiful Mary,” Jenkins said, and slouched off down the hall.

Mary rolled her eyes. “Now, let me see what we have here,” she said, holding out her hand for the papers. The girl passed them over and said another silent prayer. “Hmm …” Mary said. “Yes … yes, this should be no problem. Let me just go and get my seal.” She bustled off, and the girl sagged against the counter.

The front door creaked open as Mary returned. She looked up and nodded briskly at whoever had just come in.

“Wedding, yes?” she said. “Just one moment. Doctor!”

The man in the suit tumbled out into the hallway. “Yes? What is it? Did someone …” he followed Mary’s pointing finger and broke out into a smile all over his face. “Congratulations, you two. Oh! Er, sorry, you three.”

The girl jumped and looked around. Behind her, a dark-skinned man, a blonde white woman, and a brown-skinned, dark-haired person of indeterminate gender beamed back at her.

“Right then, just come back to my office and we’ll get you all sorted out,” the man in the suit said. He opened the door and ushered them back, smile never faltering. The people followed with their arms around each other, all … eight arms? That couldn’t be right. She tried to count again, but couldn’t seem to keep track.

“Miss?” Mary said.

The girl blinked. “Oh, sorry!” she scribbled her signature on the line.

“Right, I’ll just stamp this and you’ll be all done.” Mary stamped it, then leaned forward. “What’s your name? I can’t quite read it.”

“Alice,” the girl said. “Alice Liddell.” She held out a handful of coins and smiled. “Thank you so much for this. My visa was delayed and I’ve been stuck here for ages. I was starting to think I’d never get home.”

#original fic #my writing #sort of like a drabble #but i don't really understand what a drabble is tbh

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