Day before Vacay
Sans was perched impatiently at his station, where he watched for bad people. He hated this part of his job. This was boring: He had to stay in a small room inside a high school, make sure there were no delinquents causing trouble.
He sat at his desk, staring out the window. It was a one-way mirror, and it allowed him to watch the students without them being aware.
It felt like cheating, so sometimes he went out and patrolled around. He’s caught a few teens taking a smoke out in the back, writing on the walls in the bathroom, he’s (happily) broken a few fights here and there; he enjoyed actually being active, stopping misconduct.
He was getting up to patrol again when there was a small knock on the door. He jumped up and opened it.
A young lady, probably around twenty, stood there a little timidly. “He-hello? Are you Officer Sans?”
Sans looked at her and grinned. “Why, yes. I am in fact, whaddaya need?”
She looked away shyly. “I uh… was writing a small article about how the Police Force and uh… how they… work with N-Nighthawk?”
He looked around. A pair of “popular” girls were the only ones there, and they whispered behind their hands, glancing at him once in awhile.
“Why don’t you come in? It’s a bit small, but it’ll protect us from prying eyes.”
“O-okay…” She followed him in, and sat at the small chair across from Sans’. Sans sat as well, and crossed his leg.
“Ya’know, you’re lucky you came today. Tomorrow I go on vacay, and if you had been one day later, you would’ve got someone else.”
“Heh…” Her laugh was tiny. “I guess so.”
She pulled out a minute pad, with “New York Times” written on it. She cleared her throat.
“So, how do you feel about Nighthawk fighting crime in the city?” She asked as she put on a pair of small glasses. She patted her bun, and looked at Sans expectantly.
“Well,” He reclined slightly in his chair. “She’s a very mysterious person. I have actually been in contact with her once. She is kind to do these things, but I kind of feel she should leave it to the people payed to fight crime.”
As the girl scribbled in the book, Sans asked, “What’s your name?”
The girl’s face flushed as she looked guilty. “Oh, how rude of me! I apologize, I'm new to the business.”
“That’s okay, I understand.” Sans reassured her, and her face flushed redder.
“Uh… I’m Meyers… Fiona M-Meyers..” She stuttered out and turned a page in her notes. After a minute of more scribbling, she looked up. Her face was back to normal, and she asked, “Why do you say that?”
“We are being paid to sit around,” Sans explained, “While she goes and finds them, we’re sitting in our precinct researching who they are.”
“Uh-huh!” She nodded as she wrote quickly. Sans noticed she wrote in shorthand.
Her face was filled with excitement as she asked, “Do you wish to stop her? Or would you rather find out her secret identity?”
Sans looked at her a minute. “Well, I don’t want to stop her. She has every right to do what she wants. She is doing a good job, so I do not believe getting rid of her is the answer. I think we should team up with her.”
“Oh!” Fiona exclaimed as she wrote furiously.
“She could give us some more leverage,” Sans continued, “Help us do our job better. Her actions have proved helpful, as well as making it a little easy. If she could help us directly instead of on her own, that way we could protect her in case something happens to her and she needs help.”
“Annd…” She wrote faster as she struggled to keep up. After a minute of straight writing, she put down her pen and shook her hand in the air. Sans thought that it must be getting sore.
“Thank you, sir. You have been very helpful. Do you prefer your name not put into the article?”
“Nah, it’s fine go ahead.”
She stood up and Sans jumped up as well. He then noticed that she was taller then him (wasn't surprising, he was pretty short after all), but not by a whole lot. She was wearing flats, but she looked like she didn’t like them. They looked tight.
Her brunette hair was wrapped in a bun, which she patted then held out her hand so they could depart. “Thank you sir. You will for sure be included.”
Sans took her hand and shook it. “No problem, Ms Meyers.”
She gave a small chuckle and her face flushed slightly. “Please, call me Fiona.”
Sans nodded. “Alright, Fiona. I’m glad to be of help.”
She smiled and walked out. She waved to a nerd, who was staring at her in awe as she walked out of the room. Sans walked out too, then saw the nerd.
“What are you doing out of class?”
The nerd stuttered, “I-I-I was sh-shoved in this here locker, Officer, I just now unconstrained myself.”
Sans sighed and walked to him.
Just another day. He’s on vacation soon.