POI fic: Afterlife
TITLE: POI fic - Afterlife
AUTHOR: whomiiw
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: what happens to Agent Donnelly?
Ex-FBI Agent Donnelly was a bit apprehensive about what was in store for him following his permanent retirement. He was relieved when he was allowed through the Pearly Gates, and found that in his afterlife he was to be assigned as a Guardian Angel. Making his way cautiously across the fluffy clouds (he had yet to acclimate to their squishy texture) he presented himself to the head of the Guardian Angel department. His new boss looked up from his desk, straightened his halo, and flapped his wings in greeting before starting to speak.
“Angel Donnelly, I have just the charge for you. He has proven to be something of a problem in the past. He gets into quite a lot of trouble, and to be frank most of our angels have trouble keeping up. He might be a difficult first assignment, but I believe you have some experience chasing him.”
Angel Donnelly felt a sense of foreboding as he picked up the assignments folder, opening it to find a photo of a familiar man in a suit. His suspicions confirmed, Angel Donnelly’s only thought was “O crap”
AUTHOR: whomiiw
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: what happens to Agent Donnelly?
Ex-FBI Agent Donnelly was a bit apprehensive about what was in store for him following his permanent retirement. He was relieved when he was allowed through the Pearly Gates, and found that in his afterlife he was to be assigned as a Guardian Angel. Making his way cautiously across the fluffy clouds (he had yet to acclimate to their squishy texture) he presented himself to the head of the Guardian Angel department. His new boss looked up from his desk, straightened his halo, and flapped his wings in greeting before starting to speak.
“Angel Donnelly, I have just the charge for you. He has proven to be something of a problem in the past. He gets into quite a lot of trouble, and to be frank most of our angels have trouble keeping up. He might be a difficult first assignment, but I believe you have some experience chasing him.”
Angel Donnelly felt a sense of foreboding as he picked up the assignments folder, opening it to find a photo of a familiar man in a suit. His suspicions confirmed, Angel Donnelly’s only thought was “O crap”