Hands All Over

Ch. 65 Foolish

Angela leaned against the front desk of St. Thomas as she talked to Chloe. They'd gone to lunch together, and Angela had followed her back since she had nothing better to do. "The funeral home dead today?" Chloe teased, looking through a file.

"No, but Boner's been on my ass about embalming things and chemicals and a mutant baby, so he does them all," Angela answered flatly. "I still get paid because technically, I should be watching him, but the kid knows what he's doing. Said I make him nervous when I hover."

"Mutant baby? Do I want to know?"

She laughed and shook her head. "He's got this theory that the chemicals will make my baby into a mutant...and not a good one either. A bad one...like Magneto but with dead people because it's embalming fluid."

"So your baby will attract dead people like Magneto attracts metal..." Chloe expanded, an interested look on her face. "Creepy."

"He doesn't attract metal. He controls magnetic fields," she corrected as if it was everyday knowledge. She blinked a second, realized she'd repeated exactly what Bones had explained to her earlier in the week, and grimaced. "I spend way too much time with that nerd."

She laughed at that one. The love Angela had for her apprentice was apparent on her face despite the mean words. "Why can't the kid be an X-men? Why does the kid have to be bad?"

"Are we seriously going to delve into the craziness that is Bones' mind? I love that kid, but he's crazy! He asked if we could get a flame thrower the other day to ward off zombies!"

Chloe briefly considered the idea. "Its not a bad idea," she said, playing along. "A crossbow might work better. Maybe keep a stake around for vampires and mountain..."

"Ash for werewolves," Angela finished with a roll of her eyes. Bones had already told her multiple times about the uses of mountain ash. She had yet to figure out if it was an actual thing or purely fictional. At the moment, she was trying to decide who was more of a nerd: Chloe or Boner. "I need cooler friends."

"Maybe you should find some more Old Ladies to hang out with," she teased, grinning at Angela's scowl. After she'd learned the club members called their girlfriends, 'old ladies', she couldn't help but tease her about it. To her, it seemed like an insult to be called 'old' when they weren't even close to it. She spotted Gemma walking purposefully through the lobby. "There's one now."

Angela ducked her head down to avoid detection. As much as she loved Gemma, the woman was not someone she wanted to deal with at the moment. She was having a great day, no need to spoil it. "Did she see me?"

"Not sure. Would've she have stopped to say something if she had?"

"Only if she wanted me for something," she answered honestly. "How's nurse stuff going?"

"Oh you know, crazy as usual," Chloe began before delving into a particularly funny story about one of her patients. As she finished off her story, Gemma swept back into the lobby. Her dark eyes scanned over the people there before honing in on Angela. Chloe grimaced as the Queen made her way over; apparently she had seen Angela, and now she wanted something. "Incoming."

Angela tensed, looking over her shoulder to where Gemma was heading her way, heels clacking against the tile. "Shit."

"You're comin' with me, undertaker," Gemma ordered, taking her sunglasses out of her shirt as she began walking towards the exit without giving Angela a chance to say no.