Note: Just a little something I cooked up.
I don't really know why... I guess I was bored and feeling the need to express my leader-y life. Or something. To anyone who is interested (*coughcough* Cobie *cough*), it's set not long after the Five Faces of Death. I'm thinking I'll leave it here, so (if anyone ends up reading this) feel free to drop a line at the end. And away we go!
A Day in the Life...
(A LMBP Leader's Tale)
by, Caliente
Caliente was not having a good day. Most of her days lately weren't so great. Responsibilities, work, a new husband to take care of, work, war-torn Legion World to deal with,
work... "I'm not Crujectra!" she grumbled under her breath, burying her head in her hands.
A steaming hot latte landed on her desk and a comforting pat on her shoulder. "Cheer up, Madame Leader," Helena Handbasket said with a smile. "It's Wednesday, after all. You're nearly halfway there."
Normally, she'd have to bite the head off of anyone wearing a smile in her office when she was so obviously irritated, but Helena brought her coffee, so she was off the hook. This time. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. You know, I thought
hump day meant something entirely different before I had this job. It did in the Security Office, anyway."
The deputy leader, Kid Vudoo, just happened to be walking by at that moment and snorted. "I'll bet it did."
"Quiet you," Cali scolded, though she was smiling for the first time that day. Leaning back in her chair, she looked at Helena. "All right, so what's on the agenda for today?"
Helena was all business (as usual). "You have a meeting with Cobalt Kid about Greenland at ten--I think Fat Cramer wanted to sit in on that, since it's her policies in question. At noon, you have a lunch at the Psyonia Embassy. At one you're heading to the streets of Legion World to show solidarity and support for their rebuilding efforts. I've had the speechwriters make you one just in case. At two-thirty--"
Caliente held up her hand to silence her assistant. "That's enough, thank you, Helena. I'm sure Tim has sent me a precisely timed copy by now. I'll look over it after I finish going over these new team policies." She sighed. "Helena, can I ask you something?"
The woman in question nodded once. "Of course, Madame Leader."
Staring at the pile of papers on her desk, Cali frowned. "What ever happened to my platform of laziness?"
Helena laughed. "You got elected."
That made Caliente smile again. "I did, didn't I?" Glancing at a post-it note, she snapped her fingers. "Oh! Before I forget--send a message to Matlock, please, informing him of my immediate leave of absence from the Security Office. It goes without saying but I'd like to make it official all the same."
"Very good, Madame Leader." Helena stood. "Was there anything else?"
Cali paused to think. "Yes," she decided, taking a sip of her drink. "Next time you get me a latte, get one for yourself, as well."
Helena nodded again, a hint of a smile on her lips. "As you wish, Madame Leader," she said before picking up her pad and walking out the door.
Smiling triumphantly, Caliente made a checkmark on her list. "That's one down," she muttered to herself. "Next I'll be getting her to call me Cali... or at least Caliente." She considered for a moment. "Or Miss Caliente, maybe." Though the name did make her feel old. Of course, knowing Britney, she probably did it at least partly for that reason.
Her omicron beeped and she smiled when she saw the message was from Actor Lad. "Aw," she cooed. He was going to make her dinner at the Luau tonight! So cute. And not just because she was a hopeless chef--there were plenty of restaurants they could go to.
Tapping a quick reply, she told him she'd meet him at eight. Then she let out a long breath. Eight was
soooo long away. Boo. She spent a few minutes wasting time pouting and enjoying her latte.
When Cali shuffled some papers around, figuring she probably ought to do some work between now and then, she unearthed an image. It wasn't normally buried--actually, she'd been contemplating whether it was better to keep it on her desk next to her honeymoon collage or if she should stick it on the wall just the other day--but it must have slid down. Picking it up, she tried to smile but it was a wasted effort. The tears in her eyes gave her away.
She cleared the spot where it belonged on her desk and propped it upright again. A picture of Lard Lad and Cobalt Kid, grinning and laughing looked back at her. With a little help from a friend, she'd swiped it from Cobie. She knew if she'd asked he'd probably let her have it but she couldn't risk it. She needed the image. She needed to remember. Remember him. Remember what he did for her. Even if it hurt.
And a lot of days, it did hurt. But she could handle it. It was her job. She was leader, after all. If the LMBP hadn't believed in her, she wouldn't have been elected. And if they believed in her, then she should believe in herself. Lardy believed in her--she couldn't let him down. So she could handle it. Right. Right... Right. As she picked up her notes and headed out for her meeting with Cobalt Kid, she could almost believe that, too.
Then Caliente put on her brave face, smiled and waved to Helena on her way out of the office. Off to another day in the life for the LMBP leader.
Not The End