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jon o'neill,
leda

The park, Thursday Morning

The girl sleeping on the park bench was a lot more comfortable than some might think. In fact she was sleeping better than she had in quite a while. Her head was pillowed on her back pack, the dragon hide duster she wore kept her warm, and there was an open umbrella over her head, held loosely in one hand. It'd been raining when she arrived.

Still it was probably about time for her to get up.

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Most of the time, when you encountered someone sleeping on a bench in the park in Fandom, it was someone who did live there, but for some reason hadn't made it back to their dorm room or apartment.

Jon was kind of hoping that he didn't get the exception to the rule today. Since he was going to tap on the person's boot a couple of times to wake them up.

"Nice coat, doesn't really match the umbrella though."

Leda mumbled something that was halfway intelligible. It might even have had to do with what Jon had said. Something about umber and Gnomes.

She squinted at the sunlight that leaked under the umbrella. "Morning already?"

"Yeah, closer to lunch even," Jon informed her as he tried to peer around the coat. He thought the voice sounded familiar, but since he hadn't heard about her on the radio, he'd thought she'd left.

"Leda?"

She had indeed left. She'd just returned for a stay that would probably in her opinion, be far too short.

She stretched, and closed the umbrella. Then she sat up, and blinked at him. "Do I know you?" she asked. How long had she been gone this time?

Jon winced when he saw the ear and scar, and resisted that old urge to threaten whoever had hurt one of the girls.

"Yeah. I've been gone a while in my world, though. Karla didn't recognize me either." He grinned. "Although, the night the two of you were drunk on Dharo wine and chocolate dragon's milk was interesting. At least Karla doesn't blush about dirty songs anymore."

Well the one directly responsible for the damage was already dealt with. Leda was still working on ways to get rid of he what had ordered it.

Her mind flashed back to the night he referred to, and instantly she realized who he was.

"Jon!!" Prepare to be glomped.

Glomping was totally allowed, and much appreciated.

"The one and only!"

Leda hugged him fiercely. He might notice that she was in much better shape than she had been last he'd seen her.

She certainly noticed how he'd changed. "Well you sure grew up big and strong didn't you." she said with a flirty grin.

Hugs were awesome things that Jon wasn't going to pass on for a bit.

Jon laughed again and shrugged. "Well, I'm not the only one, Miss Gladiator. Besides, you can't stay short and puny in the Academy and survive." Or in those other places.

Leda laughed, a little ruefully. She had occasionally gotten the blood of her enemies on her.

"What academy? What've you been up to? How long as it been for you?" Answer in any order you choose. :D

"Six years. The first four were at the Air Force Academy, where they made me a big, strong boy with a degree. Then, eighteen months in Iraq..." He shook his head and the smiled slipped away.

"There were a few months of downtime in there, and then another few running from the bad guys before coming back here."

"Wow, it's only been a couple years for me. Though once I left for what was only a week here and was a month for me." Her own smile faded a bit. "I've had my share of run ins with bad guys too. Here and back home."

She had no idea where Iraq was. As far as she knew it could be not even on Earth.

"I don't think the bad guys after me know about Fandom, and if they do... well, the people here can kick their asses."

Jon was pretty sure of that. "So, what happened to you?" Yes, he was talking about that scar and missing piece of ear.

Leda tried to remember where she'd been at life-wise the last time she'd seen Jon.

"Uh let's see, kicked the peca, almost died from the withdrawal but didn't. Found out I was the lost heir of Faery, endured," she did a quick count on her fingers, "At least four assassination attempts, one of those happening here, graduated, and now I'm trying to hold the Faerie world together while my enemies try to tear it apart."

Jon just kind of stared for a bit and then shook his head. "That pretty much makes going to war, getting kidnapped and nearly dissected, pale in comparison."

"Congrats on the peca thing. And are you going to need backup while you're here?"

"I don't think so, but I guess I won't turn it down. I could use a date for the dance though." she raised one brow questioningly. "Actually my story seems a lot like yours, there's a war going on at home, the attack that happened here started with a kidnapping, and a lot of the bad guys seem to do a lot with knives and swords."

"Kidnappings usually include knives and sword like objects. Or guns," Jon said absently as he rubbed his right side.

"Wait, did you just ask me to some dance?"

"Yeah I stopped the first one who tried to take me out by shooting her." she nodded. "You know what? I believe I just did." she added thoughtfully. "The Homecoming dance I believe it is."

"Wow, Homecoming. Lots of people are going to be there." He side eyed her and grinned. "You sure you want to be seen with a lowly grunt, Your Highness?" he jokingly asked.

Leda smirked. Turns out he was one of the few people who could tease her with her with a title and get away with it.

"Oh I bet you clean up good." she said. "But call me Leda, please." She did not approve of titles.

"I guess I could pull out the dress blues for homecoming." He had brought them with, just in case.

"Okay, Leda. Just so you know, I'm a cheap date."

"Hi I'm Leda, I grew up on the streets, and I like to sleep on park benches." she laughed. "I don't mind cheap dates. In fact after the last several months, I think I'd prefer it."

Part of her refusing to get a hotel room, and sacking out in the park was to reconnect with her street urchin roots.

Jon eyed the bench and then the sky. "Well, if it gets too chilly, you can crash at my place. I have a pull out couch with a brand new mattress."

"Couches are good too." Leda nodded. "I think I'll take you up on that offer. How long have you been back in town?"

"Um, since Sunday, so, five days or so?" Jon said. "I have a fish store now."

Fandom was strange.

"I didn't know you liked fish."

"Well, I like fishing, so I guess that's why I have the store now. Fish and fishing supplies. It's over on the other side of the island, on Serendipity." He shrugged and grinned. "At least I have a job."

Leda had never had a job. Unless you counted being Queen. She wished she could quit that one.

"I've heard those can be useful." she quipped. "Do you keep the fishing supplies within sight of the fish to discourage rebellion?"

"No, but now that you mention it, I probably should. Those goldfish are sneaky."

"Just like Gold finches. I think it's just a universal thing about gold." she said sagely.

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