Lizzy88: the gang should get suspicious in a part or 2!!!
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Part 10
My night was obviously sleepless. Who could sleep when I had just seen Liz dancing around her room in her underwear singing about… stuff? There was also the fact that I had just discovered that I retained my powers in My Mystical Transformation- I have decided that that sounds way cooler than ‘when I became a little white dog’ so that’s what the experience will be referred to as. My Mystical Transformation. The point is I had the power thing to think about. And the Tess and Nasedo plot. So I had lots of things keeping me awake. But mostly it was just reliving the moment.
So I basically tried out my powers, molecular manipulation and all that. What I figured out is that I can only do small things. For example, while I can make the little plastic aliens naked, I cannot make Liz’s pajamas transparent. Not that I tried. Really. It might be in relation to my size, but I think it could also be that I’m just not strong enough yet. I hope so anyway, because if I have to have a Western-style showdown with Tess, I’d like to know that I have all my powers working for me…
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Apparently I did fall asleep after all. Whups. I woke up as fresh as a daisy, and needing to pee. It was time to test my powers in a real life situation. I got the door open, ran down the stairs and- yes! I could unlock the front door. Most excellent! This solved any issues I had about Liz walking me, but more importantly, it meant that no one would notice if I left to do a little treacherous-alien investigating. I’d be like James Bond, with perks. And a tail…
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I returned to the Crashdown via the front door. Breakfast was already sizzling on the grill, ah the sweet smell of bacon. My mouth was watering already. I think I could have eaten it raw, my hankering for it was that bad.
“Elmo! There you are! I’ve been worried sick!” Liz came out and picked me up, batting me lightly on the nose. I think it was meant to be a reprimanding kind of act, but it really wasn’t. I mean hi, I was being pressed up against her, that’s bad how? “I have to get to work! And you have to have your pills!”
Oh right, the pills. Being the devious puppy that I was, when she brought her hand up with the pill to choke down my throat, I batted it with my paw. Or so she thought.
“Elmo! No!” She stuck it in my mouth and held my snout closed, and I swallowed the completely harmless pill. She was about to leave when she turned to look back at me.
“Aww, you’re so cute…” I gave her my best puppy-dog face, a lot easier since I was actually a dog. “ And pathetic…oh alright, I suppose you’ve worn the cone long enough.”
Funny enough, I had forgotten about the cone with all the excitement of having powers and seeing Liz dance around with no clothes on. Not that I was complaining as she cut it off. As she stood up, Michael walked in and slammed his helmet into his cubby hole.
“Michael, you’re late… Mr Parker had to start the grill…” Maria said, walking in behind him.
“Yea yea I know, chill, it’s that time of the month you know? I was having manly troubles.”
“You have you’re period?” Liz asked with a raised eyebrow.
“What?! No! I was watching the game last night and couldn’t wake up. Man problems. You get?” Maria rolled her eyes as Michael changed shirts, and Liz bit back a grin.
“ What no more cone?” he asked, glancing at the mauled piece of plastic in Liz’s hands.
“Um no, he hasn’t even been trying to lick his paw, so I thought it’d be ok to take it off…” I suddenly remembered that my paw was still bandaged up, despite having caused me absolutely no pain for the longest time. I had a sneaking suspicion I might have healed it without noticing.
“That’s too bad, I had just come up with a perfect alternative for ‘Elmo’.”
“What’s that Michael, Vanilla, because he’s white and vanilla ice cream goes in a cone?”
“No. That’s as gay as Elmo Maria. I was thinking Coney Dog.” He smirked. Maria rolled her eyes again.
“Oh yea, like I was that far off. God, you are so lame. Bye Liz, have fun at work.”
“Bye Maria… um Michael?”
“What?”
“Could you feed Elmo for me? The cans are in the cupboard next to his bowl.”
“Sure, whatever.” Liz started out the back again and I trotted after her. “No sweetie, you can’t come to work with me! I don’t think they let dogs in the congresswoman’s office.”
That bothered me, not being able to follow Liz. What if she was attacked while she was there, knocked out by Tess or Nasedo or something? Then again, they had no reason to go for her. It was me they were looking for. And I would be following them while they did.
But first, breakfast. It was after all the most important meal of the day. I licked my chops as Michael shook the food out of the can and into the bowl, not really bothered by where the splatters landed. It was weird that I was actually looking forward to this meal, considering it was dog food.
“God Michael! You’re getting it all over the place!” Maria said, glaring at him.
“He’s gonna lick it off the floor anyway!” He retorted, wiping his hands on his apron and disappearing into the kitchen. Maria stood there muttering, I wasn’t entirely sure but I think it was something about how she should have been blessed with alien powers so she could blow his head up. Then the bell rang and she turned around with a huge smile on her face. “Welcome to the Crashdown, would you like a booth or table?” Then her scowl returned. “Oh, it’s only you two.”
I looked up from my bowl, which I hadn’t even been able to start on yet. “Hi Maria! We’re just here for breakfast, so don’t worry about us!” Tess was being strangely perky and friendly to Maria, who had always been openly hostile to her. Another thing to add to my list of things to find out about.
But this was brilliant, with the two of them here I’d have no problem tailing them, excuse the pun. I turned to wolf my food down but spat the first mouthful out. Forget what I said about looking forward to this, it really wasn’t that great. It was bacon that I really wanted. Hopefully, I could camouflage the taste. To my despair, my contraband bottle of Tabasco was empty. Luckily, I was able to snatch another one quite easily now that I had powers, no cone and working legs. I just put the empty bottle back where I found it, along with this new half empty one.
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I didn’t know whether to consider the day a success or failure. I had managed to follow Tess and ‘Max’, sneaking into the back of the jeep and laying low in the boot while they spent the day hopping from gas station to gas station, asking if anyone had seen me. I think they tried to be discreet by saying I was an escaped lunatic. Okay, their story was a little better, I was apparently their cousin suffering from dementia and living in a hospice, and had run off while they took me on an outing one-day. Nasedo was smart enough to have changed his face so no one would notice that the ‘missing person’ was standing right in front of them.
It got a bit difficult when they reached the nearest town and decided they should spit up and look around. Understandable, it was a lot more efficient. I decided to follow Tess since she was obviously less against me as a dog and probably wouldn’t try to kill me if she found me. I learned absolutely nothing from the 3 hours we spent there, other than the fact that Tess was great at acting like a concerned relative, which I already knew from experience.
And I got absolutely no information out of them, because they drive in absolute silence, nervous tension coming out of Tess like b.o. from Kyle. As they neared Roswell again, Nasedo changed his face back to mine, and let me tell you, it took pots of self-control to stop myself from jumping forward and biting his nose off. As he parked outside Tess’ house, he said in a cool voice “ It’s about time you put your book-translation plan into action Tessa.”
She nodded “It’s already taken care of.”
Maybe I should change the rating to R, but then that would be lying wouldnt it? Because I would be comlete crap at writing anything remotely smutty. 