A/N: While continuing work on my story "The Blood That Binds", I had an inspiring thought to write something humorous with Godric. I don't find much fan fic that show him in a lighter sense and thought he deserved a fun series of brief one-shots.

If you enjoy this, please leave a review! This is the first in a series that will be posted as multiple chapters along this theme. If you have any ideas, feel free to send them my way!

I don't own any of these characters. I'm just playing!

*Prologue*

As Godric's lieutenant, Isabel had become the closest thing to a best friend and confidant the incredibly private two thousand year old vampire had during his past century as Area 9's sheriff. This being so, it should come as no surprise to anyone that it was Isabel that first noticed the moodiness, odd behavior, and outright eccentricities the ancient vampire displayed at times in the privacy of their shared nest.

The tumultuous moods she could deal with, but there was one particular quirk Godric developed that nearly drove her mad...

*So Not Your Color*
It would have seemed like any other week of any other month of any other year in Area 9 had it not been the week Stan went to visit a friend in nearby Ft. Worth, telling Isabel he needed a 'vacation' from the black cloud hanging over the nest thanks to their sheriff's mood.

Isabel went on, business as usual, without a second thought about it. She had become quite used to the changes in Godric and tried to accept them as they were.

After a courier delivered papers from the King, Isabel headed straight to Godric's study, knocking curtly on the door.

"Enter."

She stepped through the door, immediately explaining her presence before the ancient vampire's appearance even hit her. "The King sent documents for your review and signature. They just arrived, Sheriff."

Seated in his favorite chair, reading, Godric set the book down and reached out for the large envelope in her hands, but she made no move toward him. Instead, she stood planted in place, staring at him.

Godric raised an eyebrow in question. "Is something wrong?"

Quickly composing herself again, Isabel pulled herself away from the horrendous mustard yellow t-shirt he wore bearing "I'm just one big ray of sunshine, aren't I?" across the chest, and met his decidedly neutral expression.

"No. Nothing is wrong."

He glanced down at the offending shirt.

"It's my shirt, isn't it?"

Isabel considered fleeing the room to avoid answering, but knowing how fast Godric was, dismissed the idea instantly. He was too persistent to leave a question unanswered.

"Yes. It is your shirt. It's so… not your color," she declared cautiously.

Godric held the bottom of the shirt out carefully as if seriously debating this possibility.

"Hm. I believe you are quite right, Isabel. This shade of yellow doesn't complement my eyes at all."

A/N: Please review and feel free to let me know if you think this is outright insane (in a good or bad way) and whether I should keep going. This is just my interpretation of Godric's search for some humanity in himself before he gave up and decided to meet the sun. I imagine he, like anyone having a bit of an identity crisis, would have behaved rather bizarrely at times.