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The danger shop was a particularly horrid shade of pink. All John could do was vary it between lightish red and Pepto Bismal vomit.

"Okay, kids, here's the deal. You've got about half an hour to finish things up and then take these babies for a test drive. I've made notes on the vehicles where I think they need to have a bit of improvements...mostly just a few gussets here and there, which should take you no time to weld on. Wheels are mostly parallel, for our purposes, and the seats and restraints and steering and all that? Good. Y'all get an A. Or passing. Whatever the hell the grades are."

He clapped his hands. "So. Have fun, wear the welding masks while welding, no shoving anyone into the wall on the turns, and have fun!"

The Danger Shop had a smaller than usual workshoppy area, as the rest was taken up by a go-kart course set up in a figure 8 with a bridge. It may be changed as soon as he figures out how to make things not-pink. Even the Bea Arthur poster was pink.

[i fail at finding flash racing games at 3am that don't involve downloading or signing up for stuff or including free viruses/STDs]

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John thought for a minute. "Do you want me to try the chi stuff? It shouldn't hurt, and I'd hate to have my TA incapacitated on the last day. Or any day. Who's going to point out when I screw up?" he said, trying to make her laugh.

"I don't know if it will help but I guess it's worth a try," Naomi said quietly.

"Okay. I'll take your hands in mine, and try to see if I can sense anything."

He held his hands out, palm up, closing his eyes to center himself. "C'mon, John, you can do this. Just like the healing thing," he muttered under his breath.

Naomi held out her hands and placed them, palm down, on John's.

John concentrated, tried to see her aura. That didn't work.

He tried again, focusing, trying to see if he could find where her hands had been altered, to see if he could block the block or undo the damage. If he had his eyes opened, his hands would have been glowing a faint blue.

After a minute, he stopped. "Does that do anything for you?"

Naomi glanced at her hands, they didn't look any different, "I don't think it's done anything,"

He sighed. "Well, crap. That's about as much as I can do. It seems to work best for me when I'm really calm or really hurt, and I'm not calm at the moment. I wonder if mom's Howitzer is still on campus? That might fix her problem."

"Howitzer?"

"Cannon. Mounted on a trailer, pulled by a jeep or something. Artillery? That might take care of the problem, y'know?"

"John, that's too dangerous!"

"Hrm. Stick her in there and fire her out, instead?" He grinned. "That'd be great to see."

"I'd like to see that as well but she's too powerful," Naomi said quietly.

"Someone needs to fix that. This is a school, not a dictatorship. And if it's a dictatorship, someone needs to learn what happens when absolute rule doesn't work."

Naomi nodded, "we need Principal Washburn to come back,"

"Yes. She seems to be good at it. Hell, even one of those temp principals would be better. Have people been telling her?"

"I'm not sure," Naomi said, "I don't think she knows what's going on,"

"I think people should tell her. Not sure who, cuz I'm not going to barge in on a new mom and demand she go back to work."

Naomi nodded, "maybe one of the teachers will tell her,"

"I hope all the teachers tell her. And tell the school board. It's just not right what's going on. And there's not a damn thing I can do about it, either." Short of C4, and he'd be willing to bet that someone would be pissed that he didn't invite them.

"Hopefully someone can get rid of Umbridge," Naomi said, "I hope she's gone by the fall semester,"

"I'm sure there's an office pool on that," he said. "I'd guarantee it."

"It wouldn't surprise me if there was one,"

"We should find out. Wanna place a bet?" he asked with a grim smile.

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