- •Reapers, Inc. - Brigit's Cross Prologue
- •1: The Day the Sky Fell
- •2: Things Broken
- •3: Stalked
- •4: Someone to Watch Over
- •5: The Bleecker Street Café
- •6: The Reaper’s Field Guide
- •7: Training Day
- •8: Explanations
- •9: Organizing the Organization
- •10: The Queen That Never Was
- •11: Bobby Hooper
- •12: Moving On
- •13: A Wish to Forget
- •14: For the Love of Dillon
- •15: Seamus Flannery
- •16: Dealings
- •17: Assigned with Seamus
- •18: Reaping the Chupacabras
- •19: Decisions
- •20: Mama Dee
- •21: Belinda Yaris
- •22: Seamus on Fire
- •23: The Reaper’s Apprentice
- •24: Mr. Blackwick’s Discoveries
- •25: Edmund j. Polly
- •26: The Confabulating Irishman
- •27: Brigit’s Side
- •28: Fascination
- •29: Mama Dee, Part II
- •30: Maggie
- •31: The Ire of Mr. Flannery
- •32: The Heaviness of it All
- •33: The Break
- •34: Back in the Swing
- •35: Hearing Matilda Sing
- •36: The State of Reapers, Inc.
26: The Confabulating Irishman
Seamus groaned loudly as he heaved himself into a sitting position. The gash in his side sent a sharp pain through him with the sudden movement. It was enough to cause the Irishman to suddenly feel nauseous. When the room finally stopped spinning, Seamus exhaled a long breath and ran a hand through his hair to make sure it really had been the room spinning and not his head.
The fever had finally subsided at some point, although, Seamus had been unable to pinpoint the exact moment. All he could remember was that he was no longer on fire and that he could hear her. She had been singing something. There were no words, exactly, but he had heard her voice reaching across the charred remains of the landscape of his mind. Realizing that the fires were finally gone, Seamus had opened his eyes and decided it was time to start moving again.
His sudden movement had caught her attention. Through the blur of his focus, he had seen her rush from the office across from his own and scurry down the main hall toward John Blackwick’s office. Ah, that’s right, Seamus thought, the boss is back… As the thought finished its procession through his mind, John Blackwick appeared in the doorway, a serious -- yet concerned -- expression set firmly on his face.
“Ah, so ye have returned. I thought me mind might be playin’ tricks on me in me sickness,” Seamus quipped as she struggled to focus his vision. “I think the fever burned me blind, though. I can barely see ye,” he added.
“Just take it easy, Seamus,” John instructed. “The blindness is only temporary. How long have you been down?”
“Since the last assignment,” Seamus groaned as he tried to straighten his back. All the days of sleeping on the sofa had left him feeling crumpled, like an arthritic old man. “How long have ye been back?”
“Two days. What happened?” John asked. Seamus snapped his emerald green eyes to John Blackwick’s face in sudden seriousness. He noticed the glare had no affect on his mentor.
“Have ye not talked to yer lovely assistant?” There was an edge to his voice that bordered disrespect, but given the situation and the state of his present condition, Seamus didn’t care. He hoped John Blackwick would at least understand the force that would follow that edge should he have taken Brigit’s side.
“I’ve not seen her. Miss Yaris says Brigit left the office two days ago. She has yet to return,” John explained. Seamus eyed the other man for a second before deciding he was being honest. “Now, tell me what happened to cause this.”
“Ye might want to take a seat,” Seamus suggested.
Obligingly, John Blackwick fetched the wooden chair from the writing desk and positioned himself on it. Seamus saw a slight movement in the office across the hall and strained his vision for a better look at the young woman that had fetched the boss. She had dark hair and a pale face, but Seamus could tell nothing more than that.
“Mr. Flannery,” John addressed him. Seamus quickly returned his attention to John and found a look of slight impatience on the other man’s pale face.
“Well, ye see, it was a tough assignment ye handed me…” Seamus began.
John watched the Irishman intently as he launched into the telling the tale of the glorious battle between himself and the merciless members of the Chupacabra gang. John kept silent through the saga, noticing the slight movements that gave away the truth of Seamus Flannery’s over-exaggeration in certain parts. The Irish, John Blackwick was well aware, could be prone to great confabulation when they were telling a story. Being an Irishman himself, he knew the impulse well. His restraint of the urge had only come from the many years under Araxius Herodotus. The Old Man had possessed no patience for anything more than the simple truth in any tale and John had learned early on to temper the bardic notions that had once ran so strongly within him.
Despite his knowledge that the injured Reaper was lying to a degree, John couldn’t help but to feel his temper beginning to spark. It was not so much over Brigit’s lack of action in regard to Seamus Flannery, but rather, it was more the fact that she had remained absent from the office since her subsequent return and deposit of Belinda Yaris. John felt slighted in the thought that his protégé, his assistant, would not trust that he would understand once he had heard her side of the story. Brigit’s continued absence from the office added to the waning of John’s understanding. His only hope, as Seamus Flannery finally concluded his tale, was that he could regain his sense of understanding once he did hear her side of it all.