What's in a Name?
Agent Neshomeh was busily typing away at her computer in the Archives when a knock came at her office door. She jumped, startled, and took a moment to take a deep breath, save her work, and adjust her glasses before getting up to answer it.
"Yes?"
The agent on the other side of the door wasn't much taller than she was, if at all, but had a commanding presence in his stiff black uniform. He had dark brown hair, green eyes, and no visible flash patch. "Agent Hazelhead, Internal Affairs," he said. "I'd like to ask you a few questions."
"Okaaay." Neshomeh raised an eyebrow. She wasn't very good at it, but she did her best. She did not move from the doorway.
If Hazelhead was bothered, he didn't show it except to clear his throat and adopt a more comfortable stance. "Can you please tell me your whereabouts yesterday between seven a.m. and three p.m., HST?"
Neshomeh blinked. "Um. Here? Where I always am? Though I was asleep for part of that. Maybe most of that." She was not habitually a morning person, and the lack of sunlight didn't help.
Hazelhead nodded. "Can anyone confirm that?"
She looked around conspicuously. The Archives were empty, like they always were. Even her mini-Budong, Chrichton, and the tiny "Austrailien" Aeryn Sun were nowhere in sight. "Mm, no."
"I see." The officer frowned. "Have you ever been to the X-Men universe? Displayed any fire-based powers? Lusted after John Allerdyce, alias Pyro?"
"Definitely not."
"Have you ever used the pen name 'LilQTAnglGrl'?"
"Hell no!" Neshomeh crossed her arms. "What the heck is this about?"
Hazelhead wordlessly opened a folder handed her a single printed piece of paper.
She only had to glance at the title to understand. Her eyes went wide. "What the—? Hold on! I don't even go by that name here!"
"I already talked to Agent Laison—as a known former Sue, she was our first concern, of course, despite the different spelling. Agent Gilmor is inactive, and the only other we know of doesn't technically exist yet."
"And those aren't my initials anymore, and they're in the wrong order, anyway," Neshomeh went on, ignoring him in favor reading the very short fic in her hand. "This is really stupid."
"Yes, we thought so, too."
"And probably a troll. It's got all the hallmarks. Why'd they have to use my name?"
Hazelhead shrugged. "Who can say?" He took the fic back from her and put it away. "Well, I believe you weren't involved, but we had to check. I'll be going now. Have a good day."
"Yeah, sure. You, too." She shut the door and stood quietly a moment, thinking. "Now, where did I leave that remote activator...?"
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So, I watch MasakoX's Bad Fanfiction Theatre sometimes. This episode, which is a reading of this trollfic, is responsible for inspiring this post.
This story is probably not canon. I borrowed hS's Agent Hazelhead without permission, for one thing, and the trollfic was published in 2003, for another. I hope it's amusing, though. {= ) Shockingly, it's actually longer than the trollfic by a few dozen words.
~Neshomeh