Death paced to and fro, tapping one finger on the opposite arm impatiently. She was bored. It had been all fine and dandy when she had been in her own fic, or when she was taking care of dead tv-shows (she was the Death of TV-shows, after all) but now . . . well, everything seemed to be mid-season or in the after-lull, and her own fiction was over, and she had nothing to meddle in. Not even the affairs of wizards.

She was also more than a little insane.

And this insanity led Death to order the universe at large: "Okay, do something interesting! I’m bored here! Geez."

Despite her rather odd appearance (which can be characterized with the words ‘black’ and ‘odd’) Death did control a certain amount of power which allowed her to fix up the loose ends to dead TV-shows, and their characters. It was therefore, and, perhaps, with a large mix of the Universal Laws of Irony (not Comedy, as Death had no decent sense of humor) that the universe did indeed obey her, and opened a portal . . .

"Wow! Ouch! Hey . . . um, where are we?" Agent Random turned to stare at her partner, but the chameleon didn’t answer. It never did. Agent Random sighed. Maybe she shouldn’t have been so eager to get a partner – she hadn’t even ended up with a sentient one. "Hey, who are you?" she added, spotting Death.

"I’m Death," Death replied, as way of explanation. "I assume you’re here to make my life more interesting in a purple-sparkly way with lots of cashew pickles?"

"Huh?"

"The Universe was supposed to send someone to make my existence less boring. And you’re here. So . . . you’re not a chicken, are you?"

Agent Random stared at Death. Surely . . . no, no one could be so stupid as that. But maybe if she recruited someone, she’d get a real partner, and someone else could have the chameleon. Besides, the PPC was always short-handed . . .

"Would you like to join the Protectors of the Plot Continuum?" Random asked.

Death considered this for a moment. "Are you the strange people" (like she was one to talk) "that come into ‘verses and clean up the mess?" Agent Random nodded. "Sounds just like my current job."

"Don’t worry," Random replied. "You’ll never be bored as a member of the PPC. And you can still do your Death-thing here. Come on, you can help the universe out!"

And Death, being insane, said: "Sounds fun. When can I start?"