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A Lonely Heart's Wish	By : shaliscarai Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 9056 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gargoyles/Disney related but the original character, Eve Anderson, is from my own mind and is not a character of Disney. I get no pay and am only doing this for fun

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Eve wakes to a light tapping at her door. It takes her a minute to crawl out of bed and make her way over, her mind feeling very fuzzy. She blinks in surprise to see Miss Nolan standing in the doorway holding a tray of food. “Allanna, what brings you all the way here with food in hand?” She ushers her inside, waving her towards a table.
“Well, rumor has it you went to Texas to help Mr. Burnett on a company problem and came back with a snake bite and concussion.” She grins over her shoulder and she fixes Eve some tea. “Plus Mr. Burnett asked me to check on you this morning. Figured I’d bring some food and hope you spill a few beans.”
Eve takes the tea and settles onto the nearby couch. “Thanks, I think.” She rubs her fore head. “As you can see, I do have a concussion, although it feels loads better today than it did yesterday.”
Allanna fills a small plate with fruit and settles down next to her. “Figured that would be the only reason you’d be off this long. You don’t seem the kind to just wimp out over nothing.”
“Yeah, I usually don’t but this has got me whipped.” She takes the plate and starts to nibble. “I hope to be back Monday.”
“You think you’ll be ok in just a couple of days?” She frowns in concern and eyes Eve closer. “It’s Friday and you look like hell still.”
Eve closes her eyes and groans, realizing how close the banquet is. “I have to be. I have to take young Mr. Xanatos to a banquet on Friday next week.”
Allanna winches in sympathy. “I can see your point.” She looks up at the clock and sighs. “Well, fortunately for you, I’ve been tagged to help you for the next week so I’ll come by later today to do a run-down of the schedule with you. I’ll try to make next week as painless as possible. Maybe rearrange a few meetings that don’t need to be done right away.”
“Thanks.” Eve tries to stand but gets a little weak kneed. “Sorry. I’d show you out but I must be weaker than I thought.”
“It’s ok.” She pats Eve on the shoulder and heads for the door. “Mr. Burnett warned me you might be. He said something about you’re gonna need rest and light foods for the next two days to heal quickly.”
“Well at least I’m at least a minor thought in his head right now.” Eve grumbles.
Allanna stops, door halfway open, and glares at her. “Now don’t go getting grumpy with him. I don’t think that man has slept hardly at all since you two have gotten back. Between meetings with the FBI, beefing up security because of the DeSoto threat, doing his usual business, and all of yours, he barely gets time to eat quick meals in his office while he’s on the phone.”
“Oh.” Eve looks down at her hands, realizing how busy this whole situation quickly made him. “Sorry.”
“It’s ok, Honey.” Allanna smiles gently. “Just don’t let yourself get too crazy in here and I’ll be back to check on you soon.”
Eve stares at the door long after Allanna has left, thinking over what she said. She finally gets up and picks up her cellphone. She types a quick message, hoping to hear a reply before the end of the day.
His phone vibrates, startling him. It has been quiet for the day so far, a welcome change over the past week. He almost shoves it away, leery to break the rare quiet he was enjoying. Instead he pulls it closer and reads the text.
Blanket not warm enough and doesn’t snore. Besides, I have several days of questions I need to catch up on. When are you gonna fix that or did old age finally erase your memory too?             Eve
He smiles, quickly texting back.
I do not snore. Perhaps I should find you a young man that does since you insist on it. My memory is perfectly fine. What do you wish to know?                                   Owen
He stares at his phone, slightly anxious to see what she will reply. When it vibrates again, he snatches it off the desk and quickly reads.
I don’t do puppies. You do snore although it is only a soft snore. I’ll start my questions off with an easy one. Where is Samuel?                                                     Eve
He glances across his desk at the mass of fur gracing one corner. “I see she still has her priorities straight.” He tells the cat with a slight smile as he snaps a picture with his phone and sets it in the next text.
As you can see he is holding court on my desk and refusing to move from the bed of important papers he is currently laying on. If you wish I can send him down to you since you prefer cats over puppies. Perhaps he will snore louder than me for you.                                                            Owen
The answer is immediate, letting him know he’s in a bit of trouble with her.
Be glad I do not feel well enough to come up there and give you a piece of my mind about your snoring. If you need the papers so badly, move him. I am sure he will find a warmer spot soon enough. Has the situation stabilized in DeSoto yet?                                   Eve
He sighs, gently stroking the cat as he tries to think of a way to let her know that it is only heating up.
No. The information on the SD card only made it worse. We are fully cooperating with the FBI at this point. It seems five other plants have been infiltrated as well. I will update you on the situation Monday when you return to work.                                                                        Owen
The phone vibrates before he can even set it back down.
You will not! That is too long! You will be here this evening when you are free and tell me face to face! No more sending someone else down here to check on me either! If you want to know if I am fine, then come check yourself! I’m sure you do not need a walker to make your way down here after all the running you have done recently.                                                            Eve
He nearly grinds his teeth in frustration. He knows she is right but being ordered to do it rubs him the wrong way. He closes his eyes and breathes slowly, letting it calm him before he angrily texts her back. When he calms, his lips twitch up as he sends a two word message back.
Yes, Mistress
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