Be careful what you wish for...if Customer Service hears you, you just might get it.

Humor, Paranormal

When Glenn Masterson is blinded in the line of duty he experiences a brief moment of self-pity and wishes for a Fairy to come and fix things.

Twinklebell has been having a bad century. She's lost her wings and she's lost a dragon. Dispatch is not pleased with her, and she's assigned to Glenn.

From their first meeting sparks of attraction fly and tempers flare as the DEA agent and the Fairy resign themselves to working together to find the errant dragon and get Twinklebell's wings back.

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It was late, activity in the hospital had slowed and quieted at last, but he still couldn't sleep. Even the pill the nurse insisted he take had not helped. The atmosphere felt prickly, supercharged with electricity, like the air before a big thunderstorm. He rather thought he could smell ozone and hear a faint tinkling like the sound of glass wind chimes. “Glass wind chimes? What the hell?” he muttered to himself, the sound getting louder.

Suddenly there was a phoompf! A gust of lime-and-tequila-scented air hit him in the face, followed by the sound of a giggle. “Whoa, kids, flying and 3-D just don't mix after twelve tequilas and sixteen limes...or was it sixteen tewuil-tequal-tklee...oh, whatever. Glu-Ghlel Mnas-snater-mnso?” asked a woman in a very drunk voice.
“Who the hell wants to know?” Glenn was so not in the mood just then for stupid pranks by his fellow agents.
“Dispatch?” the woman shouted. She sounded peeved.
“Yes?” said a disembodied male voice from somewhere over Glenn's feet.
“Who am I again?”
Dispatch sighed heavily. “Florabell said you'd be difficult. Your name is Twinklebell.”
“Oh, right, and how is Miss Permanent PMS these days?”
“What the hell did they give me in that last injection?” Glenn wondered aloud.
“Ah, Dispatch, can I get a quick--hic--sober-up? On account?”
“Overdrawn.”
“Poop,” said the female voice. “Oh well, Ghlel...Glenn, I'm here...I'm here...here to...Oh yeah! I'm your fairy.”
Glenn lay there in shocked silence sure he was either having some sort of weird hallucination or a complete breakdown.
“I've finally lost my mind,” Glenn said to himself.
He opened his mouth to call for a nurse and heard the sounds of someone being thoroughly sick. Whoever it was ran the water in the tiny sink, splashing around and finally walking over to the bed where he lay.
“Okay, let's get this show on the road,” Twink said and hiccupped.
“Fine, I'll go along, you're just a hallucination... Ow!” Glenn yelled as someone pinched him, hard.
“Well, I like that! Wish for a fur...fuai...fairy and when I get here call me a hallucination!”
“When did I do that? I don't even bel--” Suddenly a hand slapped over his mouth.
“Don't say that!” The woman sounded horrified.
“Okay, fine, I'm freaking out. Might as well go all the way. When did I wish for a fairy, baby doll?”
“When they brought you in here. Remember the little girl in the ER who wished for one? Remember 'I wish I had a fairy right now too, kid,' huh?”
Damn, he did remember thinking that. “So, you answered?”
“Give the boy a cookie,” Twinklebell said , sarcasm dripping from her voice. “Right first time.”
“So, what are you supposed to do? I mean I'm not exactly looking for Prince Charming. Or Princess either, but I could use a hand job.” Glenn smirked at the outraged gasp. Do this chica good to find out he was not the noble heroic nice guy type.
“I am here to give you what you want most. But it will cost you,” she said. “Accounting's books have to balance, and you're way in the red right now.”
“So that's why I got you, huh?”
“Just because I like to have a little fun,” she huffed. “So anyway, what is it you'd really like to have?

WISH FULFILLMENT INC. TWINKLEBELL
 Penny Ash
Rated: 3 Quills : The Feasting Hall
Price $1.99
ISBN: 1-60180-088-6