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Clark was jonesing for doughnuts, having not had any since he left Metropolis.

Parker glanced at him from her table, mildly interested, since new faces in Fandom were a rarity, but then went back to reading the book Liz had loaned her. He might be a teacher, but if so, she'd find out soon enough.

Clark thought he'd seen someone looking at him out of the corner of his eye, but when he looked, no one was looking in his direction.
Shrugging, he got a plain, chocolate frosted, and a jelly (I did say he was jonesing) and some milk, and settled down with the paper, glancing periodically at the clientelle because, well, reporter=curious.

And how great was it that the Quick Stop carried the Daily Planet?

Z came in, looking bouncy. "Chocolate!" she said by way of gleeful greeting.

"Chocolate!" Parker agreed enthusiastically. "Liquid or solid form, or both?"

[and I go away to come back in 4 hours...]

Z pretended to think about it. "Mmmm, solid. What's liquid? Hot chocolate? It's a little warmish for that."

"Cocoa, or maybe iced frappachinos?" Parker suggested. "Or a cocoa slushy? Those are good." She flipped her book shut. "So how was karate with the Dr. Tommy Oliver?"

"I'd rather have brownies, thanks. Ohmigod, I got his autograph," Z gleed.

"Triple chocolate brownies, please. Two of them," Parker ordered from the server, then turned back to Z. "These things are as big as your hand. And it sounds like *you* had a good morning. I can't believe you asked for his autograph."

"He didn't even know why I wanted it, either, and I didn't want to give away the whole 'famous in the future' thing. So I told him something about the telepathic dinosaurs."

Parker blinked. "Telepathic dinosaurs? Whose good idea was that? It sounds like Cretaceous Gardens." She grabbed her brownie and headed back to the table she'd had before.

Z grabbed her brownie and followed Parker to the table. "I'm not sure, actually. I just remember something about him researching telepathic dinosaurs--we studied the Power Rangers when I was in eighth grade. I did a research project on Trini Kwan," Z said proudly.

"You know, I know I'd be more impressed if that hadn't not happened yet. Or maybe wasn't going to happen at all, for me." Parker smirked and handed Z some napkins, before taking a bite of her brownie, and rolling her eyes up in her head. "Mmmmm." She swallowed, and asked, "So, he was okay with being fangirled?"

"I think he was okay with it. A little weirded out, maybe." It suddenly occurred to Z that there was a little tiny Z somewhere out there right now. She focused on her brownie before she could dwell on that. "Okay, this is heaven."

"Which is why Jeff is God," Parker said seriously, then looked thoughtful. "So, did you grow up on Earth, in the future from now, like Bridge? I can never totally keep what he tells me straight. Except that Becky Vartan is not his mother."

"But he's god of biscuits, not brownies," Z pointed out practically. "Still, he may be god of brownies, too. Yeah, I'm from about fifteen years in the future, near as I can--who's Becky Vartan?"

"Madam of the local brothel." Parker rolled her eyes. "I don't think she's much older than us. And she's a dead ringer for Rory Gilmore, if you've met her, except she's monochromatic for reasons that I've never had explained to me. Do *not* piss her off, Z."

"I can't imagine why I'd piss off a madam," Z said. "And Bridge certainly doesn't look like he's got a monochromatic parent. Is she an alien? That would explain it. Probably."

"Not from anything I've heard. The archery teacher, Miho, is the same way. And I think-- how did they get on that kick?" Parker had to think about it. "Something about wondering about Bridge's parents, since there's a two-year-old him out there, somewhere. Rory was on about it. And Becky can be rational. But she does like to shoot people sometimes. Feel free to hide behind somene invulnerable when she does."

"Aw, I bet he's a cute two-year-old. Of course, I can't tease him, because there's a two-year-old me, too." Well. Almost two. "I'll keep the hiding thing in mind."

"He was an adorable four-year-old the weekend we were all tiny. He and Xander got married." Parker grinned, and took another bite of brownie. "I objected."

Z picked a chocolate chunk out of her brownie and popped it in her mouth. "Why would you object to such an adorably tiny wedding?"

"To make it more official. And because I was four, and Sharon and I were bored." Parker snickered. "They got a ring from Isabel out of it, I think they came out ahead. But yeah, Bridge is a great guy. You're lucky to have him as a teammate."

"That's terribly cute. I wish I'd been there. Yeah, he's been great," Z agreed.

"So, did you always want to be a cop too? From what Bridge has said, that's the impression I get from him."

"Uh, that'd be a great big no. It's kind of a long story."

"Feel free to share it. Or not." Parker shrugged. "Most people around her have long stories, you've probably noticed." She took another bite of brownie, and chewed happily.

Z's eyes were on her hands, which were shredding her brownie into crumbs on a napkin. "I'd really rather not talk about it right now? If you don't mind."

"I don't mind," Parker said, keeping her voice mild. "Up to you entirely. Tell me something you *do* want me to know about you."

"Um. I can make replicates of myself?"

Parker blinked. "Like Jamie Maddox? Seriously? Oh, cool." She frowned. "Do you have to hit yourself like he does too?"

"I think it's Madrox. And no, I just sort of think about it. And apparently my eyes glow."

"Molly's eyes glow when she uses her super-strength. Is this a kind of mutations?" Parker perched her head on her hand, looking interested. "Have you always been able to do this?"

"I don't know," Z lied. "And yeah, pretty much. Since I was little, anyway."

Parker suddenly grinned. "I see possibilities here, if the prank wars turn our way. And can you sleep in and go to class at the same time? I'd think that would be useful."

"Well, I can, and the multiples will even do it. They just grumble."

Parker snickered. "At least you'll never be lonely, if you've got an extra version of yourself around." She shook her head. "And you *could* date more than one guy at once, without getting caught at it."

Z smushed some of the crumbs back together into an acceptably-sized bite of brownie. "Been there, done that. It can be fun, or it can be really stressful."

"Amen, sister. Thank god and goddess I don't have to do that any more." Parker wiped her mouth with a napkin. "Speaking of. Any prospects on the horizon? Tell me to buzz off if you want, I'm just curious."

"Maybe," Z said with a little grin. "I'm trying to keep my options open."

"Smart. And good. I think I heard on the radio that our bunkmate Temperance has already hooked up with Sawyer. To which I say, why? And also, what's your rush? Jeez." She grinned back at Z. "We do have a lot of pretty to choose from, don't we?"

"Tempe? My roommate Tempe? Geez, she's only been here like three days. The guys here are awfully good-looking, though."

"Yup. I'd say there was a Pretty Magnet buried on the Island, attracting the guys, but for all I know it's just an Ugly Repelling Field." Parker grinned. "And yeah, your roommate. I think she's latched onto the first person she talked to. Which, given some of the things I've heard about Sawyer, may, or may not, be a good thing." She shrugged. "All rumor and conjecture at this point."

"I'm not even going to ask, because I'd rather form my own opinion, I think. If it's bad stuff, I hope it's just rumors. For her sake."

"Bad stuff, but I wasn't there for any of it, and most of the other people involved are idiots, so... Too close to call." Parker shrugged. "She's supposed to be on the basketball team with me. Along with Max. You wouldn't want to try out for that, would you? We need more girls."

"I think I'm already supposed to try out for the cheerleading team. Although I could do both..."

Parker started laughing. "This is going to be a fun summer. I'm looking forward to seeing how many parts you can play at once."

"Not too many, or I'll go crazy trying to process it all."

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