Seanday Bonus: Being Terry

I looked over at my mom and frowned. "My brother's a jerk, I'm not going to do it," I moaned.

Terry shoved me, and I fell onto the bed. "I don't want any help from the dweeb," he retorted.

My mom looked between the two of us. "You're brothers, start acting like your related. Terry, you've got that final test, and you want to go skiing with your friends?" My mom snapped at us. Terry nodded.

"And James," she looked at me. "You're the smarter of the two. You've already been skipped ahead a year help your brother out and pass that test then he can go skiing."

I grinned. "Yeah smarter that two of you dumb ass. Wait, you're going skiing?" I shoved Terry, but he hardly moved. "You never said anything about that," I growled.

"No dweebs sorry bro'," he chuckled.

Seanday Lunch: The Notebook – pt.2

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I had no idea who the professor had disguised himself as, or why.

But casually looking over the information on the cork board I knew he had to be a popular kid, and he was following a theme.

I snorted at the thought that went through my mind. Go back to college as one of these guys, he was bound to recognise the suit and make contact. I shook my head. I'd worked undercover before, but nothing like this.

Pulling the notes and pictures from the cork board, I sat down and studied the details for each of the guys.

Marshall was a nerdy hipster, a popular guy that seems to fit in with everyone: he also helped out the jocks on the football team with their studies. But there's a problem; he went missing a while if Marshall just turns up again he'd certainly be taken away to be debriefed by someone. That wouldn't help my search for the Professor.

I looked over Luke Baulks’ details: A jock, a football lineman. He wasn't the brightest in the team and needed help with his studies. I sucked on my lip; this is possibly where the Professor--looking like Marshall--captured Luke only four days ago. Tipping back in the chair, I pondered that for a moment. Why did the Professor find an identity so quickly after acquiring Luke? Flipping through the notes didn't suggest any reasons either.

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Seanday Lunch: The Notebook – pt.1

"This just arrived for you," Alice said throwing the parcel in my lap.

I gasped when it landed and bit my lip. "Thanks girl," I muttered and she sneered slamming the office door.

It was fruitless, my badge had been revoked, my career as a Private Investigator was about to end. Of course, I had to let Alice go, and today was her final day. It explained the bitterness she was showing me.

My last job threw up a bizarre trail leading back to a remote house owned by a college professor. I'd only seen pictures of him: wizened, but he had a mischievous sparkle in his eye. He'd worked at the college in town, where a couple of students had gone missing, and the breadcrumbs had led to his house. The professor disappeared soon after. The client had gone to ground as well leaving me unpaid, so I'd decided to keep the house as payment. It was a quirky little thing, just a couple of bedrooms, but always looked as if it should be bigger on the inside.

Rolling the cigar around my mouth, I topped up the whisky in my glass--it helped me think--as I turned my attention to the package.

It was wrapped in plain paper, tied with a red twine. I drew the knife from my boot, and snicked it's bindings, planting the blade in the table top. Inside: a simple notebook, there was nothing else. I flipped through the empty pages and two crisp $100 bills dropped to the table.

The Birthday Present

My best friend Scott came over with a case of Guinness and a brightly wrapped box to help me celebrate my birthday. Although Scott is a few years my junior, we clicked from the first time we met many years ago and because I am an only child I think of him more as the brother I never had. We are watching the first Thor movie again before we go to see the latest incarnation of the superhero. Chris Hemsworth is the perfect male, at least according to Scott.

About halfway through the movie and more than a few brews Scott pipes up. “So dude when are you going to open up your present?” I completely forgot about his gift between the drinking and getting engrossed in the movie so I get the box and start tearing into the paper, wondering what it conceals. Once the paper is off I catch a faint whiff of a very tempting aroma emanating from the box. I open the lid carefully. The strong smell of chocolate playfully seduces my senses and my mouth begins to water as I see a rather plain but delicious looking cake.

“I stopped off at this weird little bakery I found. Never had seen it before but I thought they might have a cake that would work for your birthday. The lady called it a ‘wishing cake’. According to her if you take a bite of the cake and make a wish it will come true but it only works for the birthday dude.”

“Sounds like some kind of made up story to sell the cake.” I take the cake from the box and start to cut it. I pass a piece over to Scott who is sitting on the couch and then sit down in my chair to eat my piece.

“So bro what are you going to wish for?”

“If I tell you it won’t come true… or at least that is what people say.”

“Whatever dude.” Scott sits there eating his cake and watching the movie. What would I wish for? Many thoughts run around in my head, especially the one that I had often entertained before: I always wished Scott really was my brother. That is never going to happen so as I watch him enjoying the action of the movie I find myself wishing that he could have his desire to be like Chris. Wouldn’t that be so cool to have someone like Chris as a bud? Silly thought that I quickly dismiss as I take a bite of the cake. No sooner have I swallowed the cake then I begin to get dizzy and the room seems to be spinning wildly. Thor continues to pummel the bad guys while Scott appears oblivious to what is happening. Everything goes black as I pass out.

Seanday Shorts: Bait and Swap

I chuckled watching the two boys jostle each other as they walked down the street.

It was a good thing I'd done; I'm sure. At first I thought what had happened to me was a curse just destroying everything I touched, but I'd learnt to control it. Instead, I'd turned it around making it a tool for good, at least I thought so.

My heart warmed as I watched Tom--the smaller of the two boys--whisper something into David's ear. I could see David blush, and with a resigned smile he nodded. Tom hugs his friend; lovingly David puts an arm around him and lifts him like a small child. David was always the stronger of the two. Tom just sighed resting a head on David's shoulder.

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Seanday Special: The Doctor's Guardian

The Doctor never admitted to the real reason why the TARDIS's chameleon circuits had 'failed' but I knew why.

The delicate, yet surprisingly small device nestled within the centre console, and I knew exactly where. I'd been a stowaway on the ship for three weeks now, it was easy to hide although small on the outside it was vast on the inside. Many of the 300 rooms of which varied in size were distributed over the seventy floors and sub-basements. I'd stayed clear of the swimming pool on the seventeenth because it was adjacent to where the Doctors current companion stayed. I didn't want to be discovered, not just yet.

The walls shuddered, and a great heaving sound echoed around the cavernous room I'd decided to call my temporary home. A noise I recognised, the TARDIS had materialised; landed whatever you call it.

Slipping down a spiral banister, dropping three floors in a couple of seconds, then a rickety staircase behind a picture of the blue box itself--a short cut that connected the twenty-first and third floors in just nine steps: space folded in on itself--so efficient.

I stepped through the small door at the bottom of the twisted staircase, and turned to look at the mirror it had become. I winced at the cruel scar that etched my face; a souvenir from my time on Phryxus where I fought their wolf-like army.

Turning I admired the great room, where mirrors lined the walls, each framed by gold, imagine Louis XIV and times it by ten. Jogging down to the other end of the room--some sixty feet--I tapped on a console, but I was careful. I knew selecting any of the internal cameras in the control room would alert the Doctor. Cunningly I selected an external view which overlooked the door. I pulled up an ornate chair upholstered in red velvet and watched, and waited.