This isn't in my Enforcer persona, but will be fun anyway... I hope :)

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Good Samaritan

By: Cousin Mary (Jenkins)

Vachon was bored, he was laying on the roof of the church chucking small pieces of the tar and gravel roof at passing pedestrians when something caught his attention. It was the same thing that always caught his attention. A blonde woman. Leaving his perch, he leapt into the air and landed silently behind the young slender blonde carrying the huge, ungainly duffel bag.

"Here, let me help you," He offered, smiling his patented 'bad boy' grin.

"What?" The blonde turned sharply at the sound of a voice and tripped on the uneven sidewalk, the huge bag went tumbling onto the good Samaritan and all involved went crashing to the ground.

Vachon detangled himself and stood, helping the girl to her feet. But when he finally saw who it was, he almost pushed her back down. "Mary!" Vachon couldn't believe his luck, out of all the blondes in Toronto he had to run into the leader of those damnable Dark Perks! If there was one person in the city who drove him to distraction it was her, imagine, someone who wrote Tracy fic that didn't involve him!

"Oh, hi Vachon," Mary didn't look too thrilled to see him either. She blew her bangs from her eyes and leaned down to gather up her load, keeping a wary eye on the vampire most considered to be the most laid back in Toronto, but to Mary was the most dangerous. As a philosophy major Lacroix thought she had potential, as a mortal and cop's faction member she was okay by Nick, and Screed liked her for her tendency to write him as a hero. But Vachon, Vachon thought her sense of humor was too sarcastic, her writing lacked something (namely him) and he seemed personally offended that she was blonde and didn't periodically sneak into the church and riffle through his drawers (take that any way you want <eg>.)

Vachon had to fight the urge to leave right then, but when he saw Mary struggling with the bag, he gave into his gentlemanly side and grabbed it for her. "So? Where to?"

"I can handle it," Mary told him curtly, trying to grab the dark pink duffel back from him.

"I got it!" He insisted, holding firm even as the girl continued to tug.

Both vampire and mortal were too stubborn for their own good, and soon the zipper on the bag gave way, spilling the contents across the walkway.

"Look what you did!" Vachon growled.

"Me?!" Mary yelped, "It's your fault! I was doing perfectly-" She broke off when she saw the ribbons start to skirt down the street in the light summer breeze, "Oh hell. Help me get them back in the bag."

"Oh now you need my help huh?" Vachon ran a hand through his hair, "Well maybe I'm not available anymore."

"Help or we're both dead." Mary informed him point blank.

Vachon blinked, "You really are a nut ball aren't you?" He sighed, leaned down and picked up a black ribbon. Each was a loop of black satin with a button attached, he flipped the one in his hand over to read it, 'Support Your Local Enforcer.' "What the-?!"

Mary paused in her task to give the vampire an 'I told you so look,' then continued scooping up ribbons.

"Why on Earth do you have these?!" Vachon demanded.

Mary shrugged, "They have a faction, members get ribbons."

Vachon made some almost word noises, blinked a few dozen times and ran his hand violently through his tangled hair (ripping out more than a couple strands.) "A faction?! Are they nuts?!"

"No, we-" She began.

"Figures you'd be one." Vachon snorted.

Mary stuck her tongue out of him, then stuffed the last of the ribbons back in the bag. "Yeah, well think of it this way," Mary climbed back to her feet and began walking away, "If I'm a member... I'm the law."

Vachon stared at her retreating back, admiring the swaying of her hips despite of himself, then her words sunk in, "Aw hell. That's all she needs, more power."

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