fandomhigh | Fandom Invasions Class #7 (Thursday period 3)

When the students filed into the Danger Shop they found two young girls standing with John in the usual lecture spot.

"Hi," the older one said, bouncing a little on her toes. "I'm Susannah Lynn and this is my half-sister Grace. Dad asked us to help him with this class since it's all about us.

"See, there was this big swirling thing, a..... vortex?" She looked up at John for confirmation of the word, grinning when he nodded and then continuing. "And a bunch of us kids got pulled through it and came to Fandom and got to meet our parents before they were our parents. It was really freaky and a little scary, but it was also a lot of fun." She giggled. "Seeing everybody's face when they realised we were their kids was really really funny.

"It was so much fun, that Dad decided that you should get a chance to play too! Isn't that great?" She turned and looked up at John again. "This is where you take over, right?"

John smiled and nodded. "It is. Thanks, Susannah." He addressed the class. "Fandom is always throwing the unexpected at you. And sometimes that isn't a hostile invasion. Sometimes it's the next generation. The object this class isn't to fight the invaders, but look after them. Keep them amused, fed, make sure they go to bed on time... you know. Be parents. And then make sure they get back to where they're supposed to be."

Grace pulled on John's pantleg. "Daddy? I wanna colour!"

John picked her up and smiled wryly at the class. "Sometimes it's easier to just beat something up."

[ooc: ~~wait for~~ ocd is up! Have at it.]

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Take the kids back to the vortex and make sure they go through back home.

Jenny carried her wee person piggyback back to the vortex, set him down, and considered giving him a lecture to carry through back to his father about shoes and why little feet needed them. But then she reminded herself that he was, in fact, fictional. So she gave him a brisk, awkward hug and just said, "Take care of yourself, chap. And I'm sure your real mummy's watching over you." This was more or less a lie, as she didn't remember anything between her own death and resurrection, but, small child. Didn't need to hear that.

John hugged her again and said, "I love you, Mommy."

Jenny awkwardly patted his back and said, "Er, yeah. Same here." She was so bad at this.

And then John dashed off through the portal, with one last look and wave back for Jenny.

Jenny straightened, dusted off her knees, lit a cigarette, and muttered to herself, "Thank hell that's over. I need a drink."

Karal, once more holding tightly to Taven's hand, and having made sure his hat was back on his head, led the way to the park, and the portal that would return him home.

Taven was taking big steps to keep up with Karal, singing a song that Karal might recognize.

Startled, he glanced down at Taven, recognising the song as one from Valdemar. Which raised all sorts of interesting questions he wasn't going to think about. "You sing very well," he said instead. "Are you ready to go home?"

"Yes!" Taven said, jumping along now. "I want to ride my horse."

"You'll have to pat him and give him an apple for me," Karal said, grinning, because of course any son of his would have a horse. "Look," he pointed to the swirl of blue and white forming over the grass, "the gate's waiting for you."

Taven pulled loose and started to run ahead, but stopped after only a few steps. He turned around and ran back to Karal, full tilt, to slam into his legs to give him a hug.

"I love you, Father. This was a fun visit."

Karal crouched down to hug him. "And I you. Don't cause too much trouble once you're back," he said, then chuckled. "And tug on Altra's tail, just once, for me." He stood up and tugged Taven's hat more securely onto his head. "Off you go, quick as can be."

Taven giggled, adjusted his hat to suit himself and turned to run through the portal.

Karal watched until he was gone and the portal had vanished from sight. "That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."

Altra wandered up next to him and yawned. :That's because you got to send him home.:

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