After The Mirror

Chapter 4: Day

After David had left the room, a strange idea popped into his head, inspired by his dear assistant's clashing personalities. A certain impression had burned itself into his brain, and he was not going to be able to rest until he dealt with it.

He went out, rescheduling work he needed to put off until Owen was awake anyways, and searched for what he needed. He found two separate items with parts of what he wanted, so he bought them both and took them home to fix them.

Puck stretched, yawning. He felt a lot better after after his nap. He mentally checked the time; 17:30, he didn't have to go to work quite yet, he could rest just a little bit longer... His eyes flickered open when his arm brushed against something. He sat up, looking at this new addition to his space.

It was a doll, a toy, a stuffed animal. It was the single most colorful parrot Puck had ever seen, and he instantly adored it, but it was dressed in a little grey business suit. It was even clutching a tiny briefcase in its wing.

It seems Mr Xanatos has left us a gift. Owen remarked thoughtfully.

"But why? What does he want for it?" Puck asked, ironically trusting his creation to know more than he did about human nature. "His birthday's soon, maybe he wants two presents."

I doubt he wants anything in return. Owen replied. Based on the nature of the gift, it seems Mr Xanatos was just inspired by our unique confrontation.

"Why give it to us, then?" Puck asked, still confused. "In exchange for us inspiring him?"

Maybe it was just to be nice. I dare say he's rather fond of us. Owen suggested, though he didn't sound entirely sure.

"I guess I'm a bit fond of him as well." Puck smiled, holding up the parrot. He frowned, thinking. "Owen, the Gathering isn't all that far off."

I know.

"I don't want to go." Puck whispered. He hugged his new doll, face hardening after a few moments. "Owen, we aren't going."

I don't think Oberon will give you much of a choice. Owen drawled, the faintest current of surprise running under his tone.

"Too bad for him." Puck replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face as the gears began to turn in his tricky head. "Owen, have I ever told you about the Phoenix Gate?"

Owen Burnett walked into Xanatos' office at precisely 19:00.

"Good evening, Owen. Did you sleep well?" Xanatos asked from behind his desk.

"Yes, Sir." Owen nodded. "I got your gift. Thank you. May I ask the occasion?"

"No occasion." Xanatos shrugged, grinning. "So, did you have any interesting dreams last night?"

Owen's mouth briefly flicked upwards in a smirk. "As a matter of fact, Sir, I did..."