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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Jenny shrieked and almost dropped her cigarette on the boy's head. "Er, no, I'm not. But I'm also not exactly your mommy. Er. Who the bloody hell are you, anyway?" If he was her kid he was probably used to swearing.

The little boy looked up at her with his big red eyes and said, "You mean you haven't been watching me from heaven, Mommy?"

Jenny was going to kill whoever'd put that notion in his head. But with those eyes..."Hawksmoor. You're Hawksmoor's. Why would I sleep with Hawksmoor? I've seen what he's got for plumbing." She looked down guiltily at her apparent son. "Er. You didn't hear that. Like I said, I'm not exactly the same version of your mummy. You know about multiverses, right? And what's your name?"

"Oh." The sprog's eyes widened. "Oh, you're a different Mommy. Like that universe where Daddy was a girl and girl!Daddy had a little girl. I see. I'm John! But you're still sort of my mommy, right?"

Honestly, Apollo would have been more likely in her book than Hawksmoor. Not because Apollo would ever sleep with a girl, but, well, at least he had compatible equipment. Jenny looked the boy over. He didn't look more than seven, which meant he'd have been a baby when her expiration date came around. Poor sprog. Even if he was imaginary. "Yes," she sighed. "I'm sort of your mommy."

"Yay!" John said, and hugged her legs again.

Jenny was still a little busy trying to imagine Jack as a woman, but she recovered quickly. "Let's go get you some food, huh? How 'bout ice cream?"

"You're the best mommy ever," John insisted as he took her hand and headed off toward the school.

"Kid," Jenny sighed, "you have no idea how wrong you are."

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