Thursday Evening

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

She sits on a blanket in the park, not too far from the TARDIS. She's writing on a yellow tablet in short, terse script.





((feel free to interupt her detention prep!!))

Comments

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

((Ten's left you a note in the TARDIS--he went to Deb's to talk with Shane.))

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Hey, mind if I join you? *is looking nervous*

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Smiles brightly]

Hey, Chip...sit down. [pats the blanket]

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Hi. *joins her*

*blurts out* I'm skipping class.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

My class?

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

God, no. Abnormal Psychology. It's meeting right now, and I'm scared to go back.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I don't blame you, Chip. Is she going to give you detention?

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

I don't know. Then again, she gave everyone who *talked* in detention last weekend detention, so probably. But I'd rather go to detention than to class.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Cheer up, Chip. Detention this week is mine.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

*grins* Oh, no, but you're such a slave master. You might make me talk about... I dunno, SEX or something.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

You have no idea...[smiles wickedly]...honestly, I really don't know what I'm going to do. It's supposed to be character building punishment, but I don't know that I can do that. The stuff we do in class is for learning...not punishment. I would never do that without the levels of trust our little gang has.

Have you had detention before?

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Me? I'm a perfect angel? Actually, no, I haven't had detention yet. I dunno, play to your strengths. What would you do in your last job if you wanted to get the point across that they were not to do... whatever they did again, ever?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Hmm...I'd make them to tedious research. Pull out every fact and figure to prove my point. Make certain I was in the right before I went in front of the press.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Then... definitely don't do that. Because I hate research. *grins*

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't know what to have them research. Somehow I doubt we have the majority and minority reports of congress on the feasibililty of voucher programs.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, did you say something? I fell asleep there for a second.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Hmm, maybe that would be a good option then...[pretends to write on her tablet, but begins laughing]

So do you want to talk about why you don't want to back to class? I mean...I know...but sometimes it helps to say it.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

*sighs, picks at grass at the edge of the blanket* I... guess. I mean, duh, right? Somehow she got inside my head and made me something I didn't want to be. And the worst thing is... I now UNDERSTAND what it means to feel that angry. I'd like to not know that anymore, but it's there, in my head.

I hated scaring you. I hated being out of control. But I really, really hate that I know what it feels to hate.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Jack, you need to know that. [She reaches out and strokes his arm]

There are binaries, see. Good and evil, black and white, love and hate...you'll never know love if you never know hate. Now, when you find love...you'll know it.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

But I don't *like* it. *is young enough to whine, just a little*

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Well of course you on't like it. It doesn't feel good. I'm sure you're still all about the pleasure principle, Chip. There's no shame in that. But once again, gift with purchase...no refund, no return.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Okay, but there are compensations for growing up, right? Because if you say no, I'm stopping right here.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

You get...lower insurance rates. And more friends that are real. Clearer skin, unless you have a baby. Better sex. And nice cars.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

*Better* sex? That's a really good reason right there. That reminds me... I've only read about cars. They don't have any where I'm from. What's the big deal?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Her jaw drops] Oh. My. God. Chip...are you so deprived?

You are coming with me for a drive. Jack got me a real beauty of American heavy metal. I will convert you to the ways of internal combustion.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Okay... do I need a helmet? Vest? To update my will?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

You just have to trust me, Chip. You do trust me, right?

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

*grins* Yeah. And someone taught me not to do it blindly. Feels better that way.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Someone, hmm? [Smiles]

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Can't imagine who. *knocks shoulders*

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I'm glad to see you listen to me. [smiles] I really shouldn't tell you this, Jack...but you really are my favorite.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I'm everyone's favorite. *more quietly* Thanks.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She knocks into him again] It's because you're so damn modest.