Hermes slammed his tablet (the iPad revolution has even hit Mt. Olympus) down on his desk. Fine, he thought to himself, if she's not going to take my suggestions, she can just fumble her way through it without any help from me. He pushed away from his desk and went downstairs to make lunch.
Knowing his top was busy with the end of term activities at Top School, as he was the instructor of Rational Thinking 101, Hermes quickly ate a lunch of chocolate and soda. As he ate the last of his chocolate Easter bunny (the tail end, of course) Hermes thought, yeah, she needs her rump chewed if she's not going to take my suggestions. I'm not the god of language and writing for nothing. Getting more and more upset, Hermes decided to talk to his fellow brats at the brat cave; they always had great ideas.
Walking into the cave, Hermes saw Morpheus, Epimetheus, and Atlas among the brats gathered there.
"Hey, Hermes!" Morpheus called out. "You're looking down, what's wrong?"
"Yeah, you look like you've the weight of the world on your shoulders," Atlas agreed.
Always ready with a good excuse, and a joke, Epimetheus nudged Atlas and said, "And that's your job right?"
Atlas pushed back and soon the two were involved in a shoving match.
"Guys, guys!" Hermes called out, breaking up the two. "Can't you use your words instead of getting physical?"
Morpheus was concerned for his friend. As well known as Hermes was for his gift of gab, he did enjoy a good shoving match too. Walking over and putting his arm around Hermes, he asked, "What's got you so upset?"
"Oh, my client. You know the one on that yahoo group? She won't take any of my suggestions."
"Well you came to the right place," Morpheus assured him. "Hey, everyone! Hermes needs our help!"
Soon all the brats were gathered around Hermes. After hearing about Hermes's trouble with his client, they all started shouting out suggestions.
"Send her some porn!" One brat called out. "No one can resist porn!"
"No, no. Send her a spanking scene! There are brats who like to read about that!" Another suggested.
"Have her start a new couple! Everyone likes a new couple!" Came another helpful idea.
All the brats had ideas, and were laughing and shouting them out. Hermes listened to them all, and thought some of the ideas were good. Some of course were just crazy, but they did make him smile. As the afternoon slid by, Hermes was grateful that he had these brats as friends. However, he still didn't know what to do with his errant client.
Walking back home as the cave emptied out for dinner time (a brat late for dinner means a sore bottom!), Hermes decided to do something new and unusual. He decided to ask his top for help. He paused for a moment as he heard a collective gasp come from all the brats throughout all the lands (ask a top for help? Hmmm, it might work).
Entering in the house, Hermes found his top in the kitchen.
"Hello, Herm. Dinner will be ready soon," his top greeted. Hermes's top knew that something had been bothering him, but they'd been together a long time, and he knew when to push and when not to push. He could tell that Hermes was ready to talk to him (he had received good marks in Reading Brat's Social Cues, Advance Class), so he turned down the heat on the stove to let the soup simmer.
Taking a deep breath, Hermes took a chance, and asked, "I've got a problem. Can I talk to you?"
Smiling with love and encouragement, his top said, "Of course you can. I'll do my best to help you."
Knowing his top would do all he could to help Hermes make his own decision, Hermes told of his problem client.
"She just won't write what I tell her to. She keeps trying to write it one way, and I'm giving her ideas, but she keeps resisting them! She's just so stubborn!"
"Why don't you give her some time? Let her get her breath back. You know she's been working two jobs, plus taking care of her family," his top said.
"Well, yeah, I know. But see there's this kid who's now being mentored by these two guys and he needs to tell his story. But she just won't do it! AUGH!"
When Hermes screeched, apparently at the end of his tether, his top took him in his arms. "You know these mortals, always trying to buck the gods. Why don't you give her the weekend, hopefully she'll get some rest, and then she might be more receptive next week?"
"You think she will be?" Hermes asked with tears in his voice. He took his job seriously and liked everything to run smoothly.
Kissing him firmly on the head, his top answered honestly, "I don't know. No one knows what goes on in those mortals' heads. But in a couple of weeks, if she's still not amenable to your suggestions, we'll go to the Council of Tops. And if that doesn't work, we'll go to Gaia herself."
Knowing the implements readily available to The Mother, Hermes's own butt tightened. He never wanted to have to face a disappointed or upset Mother. Glad it was the mortal, and not himself that was in danger of a spanking, Hermes breathed a sigh of relief.
"That sounds like a good plan. Thanks. When's dinner going to be ready? I'm starving?" Hermes asked.
"Well, considering all you had for lunch was chocolate, I'm not surprised you're hungry," his top said. Then he lowered the boom, "we'll talk about that after dinner."