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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Dick laughed again and went to poke her in the ribs. "Hmm, is she really asleep? Surely if she was asleep this wouldn't tickle her in the slightest."

Lilly totally wasn't giggling. Not one bit. The bed was shaking because of her snoring, not her giggles. Really.

"Was that giggling I heard?" Dick went to tickle her some more.

"No, Daddy," she protested through her giggles.

"Sleeping people don't talk!" Dick said.

"They do if they talk in their sleep!"

Damn. Outwitted by a child. "Well, uh, people don't answer back other people in their sleep!"

Poor Dick. He had no idea that his child frequently out-witted him. Lucky for all of them, she got her mother's brains. "Sometimes they do!"

"Oh really? When?"

"When their daddies tickle them!"

Dick smirked. "I don't think that's right."

Lilly opened her eyes again. "Then stop tickling me so I can pretend to be asleep so we can fool the mean man who is making me go to bed and watch the rest of our movie."

"Bossy. Just like your mother." Dick said, rolling his eyes.

"Mommy makes you sleep on the couch when you call her bossy," Lilly reminded him.

"She would." he said, shaking his head.

"She says that's why she won't marry you," Lilly added.

Dick frowned at that. How could someone not want to marry him?

"Don't want to marry her anyways." Dick said. Sure, probably not the right thing to say in front of your kid but Dick wasn't really thinking. No surprise there.

"Then how come you keep that ring in your sock drawer?" Lilly asked, immediately covering her mouth with her hand. Oops. She'd gotten in trouble for snooping before, imagine that.