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J,GoB, Early Saturday Morning

After an hour or two in the dojo, working her sword technique, Honor showered and dressed. She had just headed into the kitchen when she realized that her faithful steward, James MacGuiness, was home for a few days, tending to his own business. A peek out the windows, however, showed that it was a much prettier day than those previous, so she opted for a walk.

Her walk steered her to Jeff, God of Biscuits, where she knew she could find a not-so-healthy scone as well as a cup of hot chocolate to wash it down. Nimitz made do with a stalk of celery Honor brought with her. He would find something more appropriate later.

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Parker hadn't really slept well. Black Evil from Space and nerves had kept her up later than she'd liked, but she'd finally dropped off around 2am. Still, she'd gotten up early and slipped out of her room to make sure everything was in the Miata, and Angelo had completed all the preparations for today's trip.

A muffin and an espresso at J,GoB would keep her from waking up Weiss and Jack to make sure they were still on board yet again. She blinked when she saw Professor Harrington enter the shop, reminded of Misha. "Hey, Professor. Long time no see."

"Ahh, Miss Parker," Honor replied with a smile. She noted the younger woman's pallor, reasoning she hadn't been awake very long. Beside her, Nimitz sat up and waved his own greeting. "Early morning for you?"

"Early morning. Late night." Parker's hands tightened on her cup; deliberately, she forced them to relax. "Lot to think about." She cocked her head, and gestured to the seat across from her. "Join me, if you're not on your way somewhere. I ran into an acquaintance of yours here this week. A couple times. Misha Brown?"

"Misha Brown?" Honor's own hand tightened around her cup of hot chocolate. Giving a taut smile, she lowered herself into the chair opposite Parker. "As in the reporter, Misha Brown?"

"Freelancer. And to hear him tell it, a big fan." She grinned wickedly, caffiene starting to do its work, and glanced at Nimitz. "Gosh, he wanted to know all about your time here in Fandom."

"Oh, he's a big fan all right. He sometimes acts as a stringer to Solomon Hayes, a columnist for the Conservative Association back home." Her expression darkened. "If he was asking questions about my time here, then that means he's up to something... and, by extension, the Association."

She was going to have to screen Hamish. At home.

Her stomach tumbled at the thought.

Parker remembered enough from Interstellar Relations to know that the Conservatives in the Manticore system were not backers of the military. "They have problems with you, I take it? Misha was being charming and polite and you know what? Just a little too interested in Admiral White Haven."

She held out part of her muffin to Nimitz, too nervous about her upcoming day to eat. "Want to finish this for me?"

Nimitz didn't wait for her to ask again, reaching out and taking the muffin. He paused, however, with a true-hand on Parker's wrist, as he felt the wave of emotion rush over his Person. He looked to her as her jaw tightened.

After a moment, she swallowed, then nodded to Nimitz. The 'cat took the muffin from Parker, drawing his hand from his mouth, palm up. He ate it, casting the occasional worried expression toward Honor.

"I'm assuming that his asking questions meant he wasn't getting a lot of information to go on."

She hated assumptions. In the field, they could get you killed. The same could probably be said of politics. It was a lesson she was learning, much faster than she would have liked.

"Funny thing. People ask me questions, and tell me that the person they're asking about doesn't know they're here-- well, I had to be helpful, didn't I?" Parker tried out her most innocent look, which the Professor had to remember well enough to know it was fake. "That the Admiral was here to help at one of your dinners was public record. But gosh. I don't know your address. And I mentioned that you rock-climb. It's a shame that I'm not the kind of person who picks up on vibes, or any kind of emotional thing between two adults. Tsk, tsk."

"You," Honor began and paused for emphasis, "are very sneaky." A slow grin spread across her features as a bit of relief replaced the sense of dread. It was still troubling that Brown had followed her here -- had even been able to find Fandom -- but that could be controlled. Confirmation of her relationship with Hamish, that was something no amount of damage control could repair.

She was safe for now. But there would be retribution. Oh yes. Especially since her dear friend, Stacey Hauptmann, now owned the largest newspaper in Landing. Misha was about to find selling articles very, very difficult.

"Thank you. I'll make sure Mister Brown is...taken care of."

"I'll bet you do." Parker took another sip of her espresso, and tried to control her jittering fingers. "I saw him talking to Isabel Evans, but she didn't look all that enamored of him either." She tapped her fingers thoughtfully. "Funny thing about chain-of-command. It only lasts as long as both people are enlisted, after all." She thought of Sam and Jack O'Neill, and what a screw-up that had been, when they could finally get together. She hoped that the two Admirals had better luck. "And it certainly doesn't interest anyone outside of it."

Honor gave a rueful smile. "It's not that simple, I'm afraid; there are other...issues...involved. But the sentiment is appreciated."

Through her link with Nimitz, she sensed the occasionally strong flashes of what she could only categorize as "nerves" washing off Parker in waves. Sipping her hot chocolate casually, she asked, "Are you feeling all right, Miss Parker? You seem a bit restless."

Parker's gaze flew up to meet hers, and she tried to loosen her grip on the espresso cup. "I'm-- visiting home today. It always makes me a little edgy." She tried to smile tentatively, thinking of all she had to do. She tense even more, thinking of the risk to Weiss and Jack. "But, it'll be fine. I'll be back here by tonight." It would be fine. It had to be fine.

Honor nodded. Whatever was bothering her, it was clear Parker didn't want to talk about it. Not to her, at least. "Well, I hope you have a safe trip home, Ms. Parker, if not enjoyable." She drained the last of her hot chocolate, then gave the younger woman a slight smile. "And if you need anything, feel free to contact me. I owe you one -- maybe even three or four by the time I finish a few screens...ah, calls."

"I'll keep that in mind," Parker said, smiling again, and waving her fingers at Nimitz. "And if I do need help, I will call." You never knew. Maybe an outer-space admiral had a teleporter. "Hope you have fun making Misha's life difficult, Professor. Bye, Nimitz."

The 'cat gave a toothy grin that was at once cheerful and menacing. Honor wasn't the only one with plans for Misha Brown, it seemed. He gave his own wave, then leapt up and found his usual spot on Honor's shoulder.

Giving a casual salute, Honor slipped out into the street.

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