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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Anna snickered into her hand. "That's my name," she reminded him. "She doesn't like hers."

"Wouldn't that be why she wouldn't like it?" Peter pointed out. "Unless you wanna start calling me Anna?"

There was sense in that argument, and Anna wasn't a big fan of that. "Daddy," she whined.

"Wait - if I'm Anna, doesn't that make you Daddy?" Peter asked.

"It's not your name," she complained, bouncing a little on her toes as she tugged on his shirt again. "And I don't want yours!"

Peter pretended to be greatly wounded. "You don't like my name?"

"It's a boy name," she said. "I am not a boy." The very idea.

"And Mommy's name?" Peter asked.

Anna gave a long-suffering sigh. "Ciiindy," she said finally, grinning, knowing how much that would get to her mom if it ever got back to her.

Peter frowned, thoughtfully. "And your last name?"

Now that really was a silly question. "Petrelli," she said brightly. "You can't remember your name?"

"No other names?" Peter asked. "Maybe a middle one?"

Anna shook her head. She really was rather cryptic in her way. "You're s'posed to know that," she announced.

"You know how I forget things," Peter said.

There was a little nod. That really couldn't be denied. "Need postits," she said finally letting go of Peter, only to go digging her hand into her back pocket and producing a PSP. Much more interesting.