Glee | The Encyclopedia Brittanyca: On Covert | Brittany (3 of 7)
Started my daily ficlets to make the hiatus pass, then decided to keep going with a second cycle, and then a third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eigth cycle, and ninth cycle.
Now comes the tenth cycle. And since that feels like it should be special, this is what I'm doing: Cycle 10 will feature my top 15 of some favorite things from Glee. Characters, ships, friends... It will be daily ficlets for numbers 15 down to 2, but number 1 will be a 7-chapter story :) Here we go!
Coming in at number one! - Part 3 of 7
"THE ENCYCLOPEDIA BRITTANYCA: ON COVERT"
Brittany
When last bell rang, Brittany got up and moved out of class, shaking off any pursuit. If there was something she knew how to do, she could get by and evade people… That would come back to bite her later that day.
She didn’t go to Glee practice. She was going to get her proof that night, and then when she went into that room again, they’d know. She got a number of text messages, and she answered them claiming she was sick.
“Sorry, sweetie, you can’t use your phone in here,” the assistant librarian whispered as she leaned over her cart. Brittany hit send and put the phone away.
“Sorry,” she whispered back to the woman, who smiled and went back to work.
She’d decided she would catch him in the act. And in order to do that, she would have to stay at school that night. She would hide in the library, and once everyone was gone she would wait for Patches.
She wasn’t really one to drop by the public library too often… She wasn’t that much of a reader and she never had time to finish them… But she still went, sometimes. And when she went, she saw him, sitting in front.
‘Patches,’ as they called him, because of his jacket, was often busy as people passed by. He would always be doing something and when people got too close to him, he barked. Brittany always gave him a dollar, almost like a passage toll.
She had seen him polishing little bells for a while, she hadn’t really paid attention to it, except when she’d happen to notice them ringing. When she’d shown up at school that one morning and seen all the bells, she’d known… those were Patches’ bells. They were old, she wasn’t sure where he’d find them, but he’d given them as much shine as they had left in them.
The love story part… Well, maybe that was more of guess work than an actual fact. It made sense to her though, so she could hold on to that. The next few days, and the new strikes by Patches, all seemed to support that theory.
She didn’t know how he got in, and if she could catch him in the act, then maybe she’d know. So the first thing she had to do was stay hidden until everyone was gone, and wait for him. It was time to hide. It was a good thing no one had actually managed to make eye contact with her in the process or she would have been caught… or scared out of the effort. Her face, her whole stance just screamed ‘sneaking around here, don’t mind me!’
It took her a while to find her hiding spot, knowing she’d have to wait there a while, she slid into position… and she waited.
As the minutes ticked by, her mind wandered, as it was bound to. What brought her back was an itch on the back of her knee. No, she couldn’t let them see her, maybe she could just try and reach… She whimpered when she couldn’t reach it, gasped when she whimpered, and squeezed her lips together when she gasped. Now she was quiet… but still itchy. Suddenly all those Cheerio practices, kept standing in that pyramid, came back to her. If she could sustain it there, she could here as well. Almost on reflex her face moved into cheer smile. It worked, and her mind was free to wander some more.
Finally, she could see the lights were turned off, and in the distance… locks being locked…
Locks? Locks!
Brittany came out of her hiding place - scratched behind her knee - and moved slowly up the darkened aisle, looking beyond… She could see the librarian and the assistant librarian disappearing up the hall, and now Brittany was alone… in the school library… locked in. She hadn’t thought about that.
Maybe she could find a way out. If Patches had gotten in, then she could get out. Or she could stay there and wait… he might do something in the library again. So she would stay, and wait… She went to sit in the back, took out her phone. She had more messages, which she answered. There was one split second where she wondered about taking it out again, after having been warned, but she just shrugged and went with it.
The battery on her phone died. She frowned, but then remembered how she had her charger with her. She reached into her bag and grabbed it before getting up to find an outlet. She walked around, bent at an angle to scan the lower walls. As she got closer to the front though, she heard a noise… jingling… Bells again? No, they were keys! Someone was coming. Was it Patches? Would he have keys?
She peeked through the stacks and saw… It was the janitor. What was he doing there? No, it was Patches, and his love story… Was he… And the janitor? No… Maybe Artie was right? No, she knew, it was Patches, he was doing this.
So what was she supposed to do? She watched as he pulled the door opened, and then she ducked down to her knees, crawling back toward the back. She was getting rug burn on her knees, which slowed her down. She needed to get back to her hiding place until he went away. Why did she have to forget to charge her phone on that…
She stopped… She didn’t have her phone anymore, just her charger. She looked behind her. Her phone had been dropped, then kicked up against the stacks. She felt her heart race; she got back on her feet, she couldn’t crawl anymore, her knees were red…
She tried to scoot along as small as she could, in all her height. Her eyes were focused on her outstretched hand, as she approached the phone. She was there, almost had it…
A hand grabbed the phone, and another took her arm. She looked up, finding the hands belonged to the janitor. He looked victorious… She gulped.
“Hello,” her voice was small. He let go and she stood back up. She hesitated. “Can I have my phone?”
“I knew you’d come back,” he nodded. She just looked scared, not realizing he thought she was ‘the ghost.’
THE END TO BE CONTINUED
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 1] [Cycle 2] [Cycle 3]
[Cycle 4] [Cycle 5] [Cycle 6]
[Cycle 7] [Cycle 8] [Cycle 9]
[Cycle 10]
[190] [191] [192] [193] [194]
[195] [196] [197] [198] [199]
[200] [201] [202] [203]
[ [204] [205]]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "The Encyclopedia Brittanyca: On Covert"
Pairing: None; Brittany
Rating: G
Summary: [Part 3/7] Brittany knows what's going on, but no one believe her because... well, it's Brittany...
Spoilers: 112 Mattress, I guess ;)
Now comes the tenth cycle. And since that feels like it should be special, this is what I'm doing: Cycle 10 will feature my top 15 of some favorite things from Glee. Characters, ships, friends... It will be daily ficlets for numbers 15 down to 2, but number 1 will be a 7-chapter story :) Here we go!
Coming in at number one! - Part 3 of 7
"THE ENCYCLOPEDIA BRITTANYCA: ON COVERT"
Brittany
When last bell rang, Brittany got up and moved out of class, shaking off any pursuit. If there was something she knew how to do, she could get by and evade people… That would come back to bite her later that day.
She didn’t go to Glee practice. She was going to get her proof that night, and then when she went into that room again, they’d know. She got a number of text messages, and she answered them claiming she was sick.
“Sorry, sweetie, you can’t use your phone in here,” the assistant librarian whispered as she leaned over her cart. Brittany hit send and put the phone away.
“Sorry,” she whispered back to the woman, who smiled and went back to work.
She’d decided she would catch him in the act. And in order to do that, she would have to stay at school that night. She would hide in the library, and once everyone was gone she would wait for Patches.
She wasn’t really one to drop by the public library too often… She wasn’t that much of a reader and she never had time to finish them… But she still went, sometimes. And when she went, she saw him, sitting in front.
‘Patches,’ as they called him, because of his jacket, was often busy as people passed by. He would always be doing something and when people got too close to him, he barked. Brittany always gave him a dollar, almost like a passage toll.
She had seen him polishing little bells for a while, she hadn’t really paid attention to it, except when she’d happen to notice them ringing. When she’d shown up at school that one morning and seen all the bells, she’d known… those were Patches’ bells. They were old, she wasn’t sure where he’d find them, but he’d given them as much shine as they had left in them.
The love story part… Well, maybe that was more of guess work than an actual fact. It made sense to her though, so she could hold on to that. The next few days, and the new strikes by Patches, all seemed to support that theory.
She didn’t know how he got in, and if she could catch him in the act, then maybe she’d know. So the first thing she had to do was stay hidden until everyone was gone, and wait for him. It was time to hide. It was a good thing no one had actually managed to make eye contact with her in the process or she would have been caught… or scared out of the effort. Her face, her whole stance just screamed ‘sneaking around here, don’t mind me!’
It took her a while to find her hiding spot, knowing she’d have to wait there a while, she slid into position… and she waited.
As the minutes ticked by, her mind wandered, as it was bound to. What brought her back was an itch on the back of her knee. No, she couldn’t let them see her, maybe she could just try and reach… She whimpered when she couldn’t reach it, gasped when she whimpered, and squeezed her lips together when she gasped. Now she was quiet… but still itchy. Suddenly all those Cheerio practices, kept standing in that pyramid, came back to her. If she could sustain it there, she could here as well. Almost on reflex her face moved into cheer smile. It worked, and her mind was free to wander some more.
Finally, she could see the lights were turned off, and in the distance… locks being locked…
Locks? Locks!
Brittany came out of her hiding place - scratched behind her knee - and moved slowly up the darkened aisle, looking beyond… She could see the librarian and the assistant librarian disappearing up the hall, and now Brittany was alone… in the school library… locked in. She hadn’t thought about that.
Maybe she could find a way out. If Patches had gotten in, then she could get out. Or she could stay there and wait… he might do something in the library again. So she would stay, and wait… She went to sit in the back, took out her phone. She had more messages, which she answered. There was one split second where she wondered about taking it out again, after having been warned, but she just shrugged and went with it.
The battery on her phone died. She frowned, but then remembered how she had her charger with her. She reached into her bag and grabbed it before getting up to find an outlet. She walked around, bent at an angle to scan the lower walls. As she got closer to the front though, she heard a noise… jingling… Bells again? No, they were keys! Someone was coming. Was it Patches? Would he have keys?
She peeked through the stacks and saw… It was the janitor. What was he doing there? No, it was Patches, and his love story… Was he… And the janitor? No… Maybe Artie was right? No, she knew, it was Patches, he was doing this.
So what was she supposed to do? She watched as he pulled the door opened, and then she ducked down to her knees, crawling back toward the back. She was getting rug burn on her knees, which slowed her down. She needed to get back to her hiding place until he went away. Why did she have to forget to charge her phone on that…
She stopped… She didn’t have her phone anymore, just her charger. She looked behind her. Her phone had been dropped, then kicked up against the stacks. She felt her heart race; she got back on her feet, she couldn’t crawl anymore, her knees were red…
She tried to scoot along as small as she could, in all her height. Her eyes were focused on her outstretched hand, as she approached the phone. She was there, almost had it…
A hand grabbed the phone, and another took her arm. She looked up, finding the hands belonged to the janitor. He looked victorious… She gulped.
“Hello,” her voice was small. He let go and she stood back up. She hesitated. “Can I have my phone?”
“I knew you’d come back,” he nodded. She just looked scared, not realizing he thought she was ‘the ghost.’
THE END TO BE CONTINUED
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 1] [Cycle 2] [Cycle 3]
[Cycle 4] [Cycle 5] [Cycle 6]
[Cycle 7] [Cycle 8] [Cycle 9]
[Cycle 10]
[190] [191] [192] [193] [194]
[195] [196] [197] [198] [199]
[200] [201] [202] [203]
[ [204] [205]]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "The Encyclopedia Brittanyca: On Covert"
Pairing: None; Brittany
Rating: G
Summary: [Part 3/7] Brittany knows what's going on, but no one believe her because... well, it's Brittany...
Spoilers: 112 Mattress, I guess ;)