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Groovy Tunes, Sunday

Jono's yesterday had been fairly fantastic, actually. There had been food, and... not food, which had been every bit as enjoyable as the food. And yes, he'd even enjoyed the shopping more than he'd ever care to admit. Even if he was probably never going to wear that dress again. Ever. Because honestly.

But today brought some vague sort of acceptance that he still had responsibilities even when he had temporary breasts, and so he was at the Groovy Tunes today doing paperwork, balancing budgets, and enthusiastically singing along with anything and everything that came on the radio. His voice as a woman wasn't really familiar to him, so it was a fun game trying to figure out what songs he could handle and which ones made him regret opening his mouth. But, so help him, he was singing.

He wasn't looking forward to this ending, almost as much as he was. But really, he rarely ever felt at home in his own skin, so this was less an inconvenience and more like a novelty. And there were worse people to bear a striking resemblance to than Joan Jett, anyway.

[Open! OCD-free! Lovin' Rock and Roll!]

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That kind of resonated, though. Because they'd all left stuff burning behind them. Bridges or buildings or whatever. Literal or that other thing.

"Hokaaay." Parker sighed, wishing she could fix this. "Maybe I can show him, somehow... Or maybe we can fix it so Hardison doesn't get kidnapped so often in the future."

Jono blinked, and glanced Parker's way at that.

"... An inability to keep loved ones safe certainly wouldn't help with that need to constantly get out there and throw himself into danger, true enough," he noted. "If he cares for you both, he's going to want to protect you both. Preventing kidnapping seems like a large part of that."

"I don't know why they pick on Hardison! They never pick on me!" Without specifying who they were, that probably wasn't helpful, Parker. "I mean, I know they don't pick on Eliot because he's 'Eliot Spencer' and you'd have to be seriously stupid to try that, but they shouldn't be grabbing Hardison so much. I should get him a taser."

"I'm certain Hardison would appreciate that," Jono replied, because who wouldn't appreciate a taser if they were prone to being kidnapped? Honestly. He didn't even really need to know who they were, given all of the kidnapping that was apparently going on. "Is he perhaps an easier target than you are? That might explain why they keep picking on him."

Parker thought about that. "I am usually being sneakier, and just harder to find. He's doing the computer stuff, and all sorts of people want help with that that they don't want to pay for... And I did stab that one guy." And she had the crazy eyes. "Plus that thing with the blow-torch. That might be it. Maybe..."

Maybe she should talk to Eliot about this. So he'd know she had his back in protecting Hardison. And talk to Hardison about how she didn't want there to be a Kidnap Calendar in his future.

"All in all, I'd have to say the 'computer stuff' guy does seem like the safer prospect," Jono agreed with a little nod. In the background, Ella sang on. "Hardison sounds like the more passive member of your team, I'd say. It might help Eliot somewhat if he knows that keeping him safe isn't his sole responsibility."

Somewhat. The same way that having Morton with him while patrolling Glacia had made Jono pace himself a little more than he otherwise might.

Yes, essentially reducing his own brain to mush had been his idea of taking it easy, up until Emma had showed him a somewhat less stupid way of going about it.

"Okay. Plan." Parker was feeling better about this now. Plans always did make her feel more in control. "Thanks, Jonothan. You're a good listener, you know that?" She grinned, looking around. "Good place for you to work!"

"Any time you need to talk," Jono replied, chuckling a little and reaching to pull the Ella CD from the stereo, carefully putting it back into its case and then holding it out to Parker. "I'll be the scrawny bloke with the black leather wrappings to my nose. And I'll talk a bit like-" //This.//

That last part, of course, said with his telepathy, with his usual, more masculine voice.

"AH!" Parker jumped, then grinned. "...again!"

//What, this?// Jono smirked a bit at that reaction. That was a new one. //It's almost as though you haven't heard a telepathic voice in your head before, luv.//

... There was probably some cognitive dissonance going on, there, between the masculine voice in her head and the feminine face that was creating it. Oh well. Jono had known worse cases of that.

Had slept with a few, even.

Parker being Parker, she just thought it was cool.

"More superpowers!" she cheered. "That's how you do it. It's harder when you don't have any, let me tell you."

"Oh, I know," Jono replied, switching back to his spoken voice. He wanted to use it as much as he could while he still had it. "I've lost my powers a few times, before. Definitely complicates things a fair bit, having to do things the old fashioned way, doesn't it?"

"Complicated can be fun, but not when it *matters* and you have to get things done and keep everyone safe at the same time," Parker groused in agreement. "Our last boss kind of liked complicated too much, but Nate's squirrely. Even if he is a genius." She sighed. "I like to keep things simple enough to work, damnit."

"Why pick a lock when you can break down the door in half the time?"

Jono could appreciate that sort of thinking, there. He tended to lean complicated a little more than he used to, these days, granted. But the whole Weapon X thing had kind of made him wary of rushing into things without having a game plan, first.

"Or blow it up!" Although. "Unless someone's going to notice, then you just pick that sucker."

"Then you just pick it," Jono agreed, laughing softly. "Lord, this conversation is making me miss it. I didn't see that coming."

And probably best to not cling to that feeling too much, granted, but it had been entirely too long since Jono had chased down a criminal or just outright saved a life.

Parker bumped her shoulder against Jonothan's. "Once you get a taste for saving people...." Yeah. Hard to look back. She cocked her head, eyes bright. "If you want to help out our crew, sometime? Maybe? Just to keep in practice."

"If you and your partners would have me along, I certainly wouldn't say no," Jono replied, after a moment's thought. "Just to keep in practice, of course."

Yes. That. And not the other half-dozen reasons he'd given earlier in the conversation for continuing to go out and do stupid things even when doing so was unnecessary. Absolutely.

"Just think, though. If you get hurt on his watch, you'd have Eliot being extra-growly. And he'd probably make you do wind-sprints or something." Parker hopped off the counter, and grabbed a country CD she'd seen out of the corner of her eye. "But sometimes we can use the help. A three-person crew can get spread thin sometimes."

"I'm already missing half a face and most of my chest on a good day," Jono pointed out. "I'm rather difficult to hurt, if that helps any."

Really, he'd gone a while, last year, without a head on his shoulders. So...

"If you ever do need a telepathic, perpetually burning former superhero to step in and assist, I'm easy enough to find. If I'm not here, I'm probably at Dr. Lecter's. And, oddly enough, I actually have a phone I can make use of. Which might be easier than making your way to Hannibal's house trying to seek me out."

"Cool." Parker had grabbed a few more CD's now, and leaned against the counter. "Do you work here every Saturday, too? Hardison and me are living over the diner right now."

"I generally pick and choose my hours these days," Jono admitted, shrugging his shoulders and curiously watching to see which CDs grabbed her attention. "I can work Saturdays, Sundays... whenever. Hell, technically I live in the apartment upstairs."

A beat.

"I haven't slept there in a few weeks, though."

Right, he had a bed up there and everything, didn't he? Oops.

"Is that 'cause you're not sleeping at all? Or just not there?" Parker teased a little. The Nina Simone, Nicki Minaj, and the one by that actress who looked like a warrior priestess also went into her bag. Along with some electronica (BADABEEEEDA) with a weird name.

"It's possibly because of a little of both," Jono admitted, smirking faintly.

... And silently hoping that Parker intended to pay for those CDs that were being slipped into her bag, there.

"I'm bloody terrible at sleeping. Go figure."

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