Authors Note: names, places, incidents are all fictional and used for entertainment purposes only. Any similarity is purely coincidental and unintended.
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Michelle groaned at the sight that lay before her. 10 pallets of doors that just came in off the replenishment truck. Rika the burly Ogre receiving supervisor dropped them all in front of the department with a gruff laugh, "Good luck Alp."
She hated working there, just because she was an Alp, all the other Mamono were cunts to her. She didn't have massive tits, she didn't have an ass that could stop a bus, she didn't even have a clear face as even though she turned 18 months ago, puberty was still kicking her behind. She blew a stream of air up at her short dirty blonde hair.
"Damn it."
Michelle unwrapped the nearest pallet and lugged the door upright into its home.
Shit, these are heavy, she thought, when suddenly the door became feather light. Confusion gave way to exuberance as she gasped,
"This is it! I'm getting my Mamono super strength! It's finally come!"
Her excitement came crashing down however when she noticed a burly hand holding the door up. Peering around the other side she looked up to see her giant co-worker Kurt smiling brightly at her.
"Hiya little buddy!"
Letting out a loud, frustrated growl Michelle threw her hands up and stomped away. Stopping when she reached the Milworks desk a few feet away, she paused and bunched up her fists at her side. Turning herself around she stomped back to the large man and threw her arms around his barrel chest in a hug.
"Hi Kurt," She mumbled grumpily.
"Tough day, little buddy?"
"They're all tough days Kurt."
"Where's old flame tail?" He asked looking around.
"Who knows? Probably off banging her clown. She talks a good game but when there's work to do she's never around."
"Well," he considered, "How much are we lookin at?"
"10 pallets," Michelle said unhappily.
"Aww that's nothin for us. You just bring em over, cut em open, and I'll toss them in the homes. We'll be done in no time!"
Ok, you're on," she smiled, grabbing the pallet jack.
Michelle took a moment to watch Kurt. At 6'8" he was a good foot and a half taller then her, combined with an enormous frame he was nicknamed "The Mountian" by pretty much everyone in the whole freaking store. He had the strength to go with the body too. She remembered the time a Wurm tried to molest him. Michelle had never before seen a human take on and win against a Wurm, but she was pretty sure it scared the poop out of her. He was also older then her too, she didn't know exactly how old, but she guessed maybe 10 years.
Still, he was the kindest guy she knew. He always helped her out, was there to listen to her and always took her pissy additude and occasional yelling at him with nothing more then a smile on his face. He really was a great guy... The weird thing was one knew a thing about his past. Some said he was an ex marine, others said he was a body guard that let a high end client die, that's how he ended up at the H.I.S.
She really didn't care, he was awesome that's all that mattered. She couldn't tell him that of course, being a wanna be tsundere, she couldn't let him go all getting a big head or anything...
True to his word, both the time and the pallets disappeared as they worked together, laughing and talking about life's daily abuses. As they finished, the two realized it was quitting time for both of them.
As Kurt walked ahead of her in the parking lot, Michelle realized she parked next to him without knowing. For some reason it warmed her that even their cars seemed to hang out together at work. A screech of tires snapped her out of her thoughts as she saw a car speeding towards Kurt. It was going way too fast, there's no way it could stop in time!
"Kurt!" She screamed as she started running.
Kurt stood frozen like a deer in the headlights as the car barreled toward him. Using her small wings for an extra push, she threw herself at him shoving him out of the way.
Pain exploded throughout her body as the car slammed into her, throwing her over it.
"Michelle!" Kurt screamed as he picked himself up off the ground and ran to her side. Sparing a glance up, Kurt could see the car speeding off into the distance.
She was still breathing, no blood that he could see, "Michelle! Talk to me! Open your eyes please!" Kurt begged, "I gotta get you to a hospital."
Coughing, Michelle opened her eyes and said, "No...no hospital, don't have insurance, can't afford it...just put me in my car I'm ok.. I'm a tough chick..." she smiled weakly.
"The hell I'm going to just leave you in your damn car! What about your parents? Can I take you to them?"
"No... dad hates me... don't want to worry mom... I'm ok, just need rest..."
Looking around frantically, Kurt finally said, "Fine, I'll take you home with me damn it! I'm not just going to abandon you."
Easily lifting her up, Kurt gently placed the injured Alp into his pickup truck. Making sure she was buckled in, he slid into the drivers seat and drove them as fast as he could to his small, modest apartment nearby.
By either great luck or a miracle, Kurt managed to juggle a half passed out Alp and working the lock enough to get inside and close the door. Laying Michelle gently down on the sofa, Kurt ran to get a towel and warm water to wash her off.
Fluttering her eyes open, Michelle took in his abode. An old leather recliner sat adjacent from the sofa she laid on, in the corner was an ancient tube tv sitting on an older wooden stand. It all kinda had a Salvation Army Store bought feel to it.
Returning to her, he began to wash her face with the damp cloth.
"Are you sure I can't just take you to the hospital?" He asked. She shook her head no, and Kurt sighed deeply, "Then is there anything I can do for you? I feel so damn helpless, I don't want you to die!"
