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Library [09/26]

There was music in the library today. It wasn't the same, loud, pervasive music that Jonothon normally opted to, however. Today it was almost like a whisper of music. Like a hundred little voices all joining together in song.

... Or, more accurately, the rustling of the pages of every book on the subject of music in the entire library, all rising up in glorious, but quiet, harmony.

They'd just finished Sound of Silence, and were moving on with Scarborough Fair when Jono came in, levelled that aisle with a look, and then shook his head and set to work shelving things. Occasionally, things that were singing at him.

Ah, Fandom.

[Open! And listening to Simon and Garfunkel.]

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"Jono? I have a couple questions," Scully said when she was taking a break from her studying. One was more of an excuse than a question, but... "If you're not too busy."

When I think back on all the crap I've learned in high school
It's a wonder I can think at all
Though my lack of education hasn't hurt me much
I can read the writings on the walls

Scully gave that book a perturbed look.

//I might or might not have answers,// Jono replied, glancing up from what he was doing... which wasn't much of anything at all. He had one foot in the trash bin, trying to shut up the only book in the library that had taken it upon itself to be different by singing Justin Bieber instead of Simon and Garfunkel. //What can I help you with, gel?//

That put a smile on Scully's face again, and she said, "First, Russian. Do we have books on tape? It just occurred to me that it might be easier to learn this if I had, oh... downloads? Or CD's of the language, that I could take with me when I'm exercising or on the run." She frowned and tried to hoist herself up on the counter to see what was making that godawful noise that wasn't Art & Paul.

//Oh, yes. There are audio books right down that way, in a few different languages. Odds are high you'll find some Russian somewhere,// Jono replied, gesturing in the appropriate direction. //Please, do stay off th'counter, luv.//

Said the boy who was currently leaning against it as if perhaps he was afraid it would fall over otherwise.

No, he would fall over otherwise. The Bieb-Book was putting up a fight.

Scully plopped down, face in a frown of concentration as she said, "That's not Simon & Garfunkel unless they got back together and did a great deal of very bad drugs after 1999."

//No, that one's worse,// Jono replied. //It's Canadian.//

And, like, twelve. Entirely too young to be singing to 'Baby Baby Baby.'

//Holmes found it in th'stacks, I think.//

Scully made a disgruntled face at the mention of Holmes. "Why on earth didn't he leave it there?" She shook her head. "I suppose he thought it was 'interesting.' I find most modern teenage pop music likely to induce a diabetic attack."

Scully, you are a teenager. "...unlike 90's music."

Right.

//Unlike 90's music,// Jono agreed, almost wistfully. //Now there was an era for music, wasn't it?//

And to think, in ten more years, people would probably be looking back, waxing nostalgic about the music of the new millennium.

"It's very strange to be a decade in the future, and find all the music and television and movies changed, as well as the current events," Scully had to agree. "And the technology. It's all-- surreal. The bands that broke up, or someone died, or became very very strange." She shook her head. "I didn't expect to even notice that, not being a musician, but it's everywhere. It's not the same, getting it from an album collection." She hadn't even known she was homesick like that until now... "Anyway. I'm appalled at Professor Holmes's taste." Not that she expected him to have any.

//He's Holmes,// Jono replied, shrugging lightly as though he figured that explained just about everything, ever.

Jono was not Sherlock's biggest fan, damn it.

//You keep thinking that you'll get used to the shock of it,// he added, wandering back to talking about being even so slightly time-tossed, //but you never really do. It's like culture shock. You might accept it after a while, but in the end... it's really not where you belong.//

When. Whichever.

"That he is." Snort.

"And no, it isn't. I've resisted, looking up what I might do, or where I might be in 2010, using the internet." Schrodinger's cat could stay a cloud of electrons from Scully's point of view. "I have to go back and live it; and anything I looked up-- how would I even know if it was true? It's bad enough that I'll be expecting the Red Sox to win the World Series. Especially if they don't."

//I'm sort of making up for it, at least from where I'm sitting,// Jono noted. //Listening to all of th'music while I can. Buying albums that I don't think I'd be able to go without for another decade and a half all over. I can't say I'll muss much about th'here and now, but music, that's something else completely.//

Scully smiled sideways. "Except for the Canadian there." She mock-shuddered. "The other question I had...." Scully turned red, and looked sheepish. "I feel stupid even asking, but." She steeled herself. "Are there books on how to break magic spells?"

Be nice, Jono. Be nice. Don't push that, right there.

And yet...

//What was that, luv? You got a little quiet, there near the end...//

Yes. He was a brat. Why?

Even redder. Clearing of throat. Steeling of spine, yes.

"Do you know where there are books. With." Siiiigh. So embarrassing to even look for this, even though it was long past time. "Information on alleviating. Spells."

//Spells? Of what sort? Curses?// Way to grab Jono's interest, Scully. He was a nosy sort when he felt like it, after all. //We probably have something of that sort, yes. But then it probably depends what sort of magic, from there. It's all hocus pocus and Voodoo to me, but I imagine there are some very important distinctions, in the end result.//

She so should have asked the Librarian, but then it would have become even more complicated, so.... "I'd consider it a curse, yes. Well. A wish. That someone made to a djinnayah." Scully stood even more straight, the way she did when facing down Skinner over some ridiculous thing Mulder had done. The way she had over *this*, in fact. "Unfortunately, she can't be located at this time."

The suspect fled the jurisdiction. Put out an APB.

//The one who made th'wish, or the djinn?//

Genie? Really?

//If... you don't mind my saying so, luv, if this has an element of th'supernatural in it, beyond herbs and chemicals mixed together to look flashy, you might almost have better luck asking at th'magic shop in town.// A pause, and then he shrugged a bit. //For what it's worth, I understand completely, just how difficult it is to get yer head around th'seemingly impossible, even when it's staring you in th'face.//

He got to stare it down every time he looked in the mirror, after all.

"The djinnayah. She was in a carpet, apparently. Not a lamp or bottle like the legends mention. And since that's gone missing, well..." Scully made a face. "The person who made the wish is still around and very, very sorry."

Her shoulders slumped a little, and she let out a Scully-sized sigh. "Thanks. I've been resisting the idea that magic caused what happened for so long, but somehow, over the last five months, I've -- had to accept it." Her mouth turned down in glumness. "I should go by there anyway, I need to talk to Dru, maybe she'll know how to help." She studied Jono, biting her lip, wanting to ask how he did deal with... whatever happened to him. Without sharing her predicament, it would be beyond rude, though.

And if she were to ask, his answer probably wouldn't be the most heartening words ever said, either.

He didn't deal. Some days, he woke up, and he couldn't breathe, and he had to work to remind himself that he was even alive. That there were things to wake up for. Other days, he simply started by going through the motions.

He wasn't okay with this. He was occasionally used to it. But that didn't make it okay.

//If there's somebody there that you trust, somebody who already has some idea as to how to deal with th'supernatural like... whatever curse yer djinnayah cast, then yes, I suggest you talk to her. At least get the opinion that you need from somebody who has more experience on th'subject matter, in whatever form, than some books on th'shelves. Half of those things are written by new-age wannabes who wouldn't know magic if it bit them in th'arse. And... trying and failing is sometimes far worse than not trying at all.//

He knew that one, too.

Scully would have sympathized entirely, while being aware that in some ways she was very fortunate... although that didn't take the sting of loss out of her own case, either. Hopefully, she'd regain what she lost. It would never be as severe as Jono's situation.

She was now giving the books an untrusting look of betrayal. First they sang, now they were going to mislead her? Unfair, books. When had she ever let you down?

"That's the last thing I'd want." She might end up five years old, or worse. "Okay. Thank you, Jono." She looked thoughtful. "I appreciate the help."

//It's what I'm here for, luv. If you find yerself in need of any other brilliant advice, I'm here every Sunday.//

Brilliance void where prohibited, offer may not he available in all states, see retailer for details.

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