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Very early Sunday morning, Krycek once again reached the Journalism classroom to open it for students and parents to visit ~~because he'd rather not have breakfast with Jacob sr if he can help it~~.

Around the room are several projects with attention grabbing posters and fliers.

Say Yes to Body Art! [Warning: Some disturbing imagery]

Say Yes to Unprotected Sex!

Say Yes to Vampires!

Say Yes to Student Government Accountability!

Say Yes to Celine Dion!

Say Yes to Smoking! [Warning: Also disturbing, maybe.]

As was true yesterday, the large screens up at the head of the class are set up to display various images, some of them of the students during classtime, some of them current news footage - all are turned to a very low volume so as to allow conversation at reasonable levels.

Krycek wanders around the room a little, restless, fiddling with the coffee maker until it begins to brew and straightening up in general. The candy teeth of yesterday are noticeably weaker, snapping only in a half-hearted manner. Krycek almost feels sorry for them.

[ooc: You aren't required to sit in on your project, but you might want to have at least one person do so - remember, Spider's watching.]

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Phoebe comes in to sit with her team's journalism project and find and finish her story that she needs to get to Chloe. Her heart is just not in it as she cleans the classroom not once, but twice. She straightens up her group's display and then cleans around everyone else's, too.

She places the forms she got from Buffy and Evelyn on Spider's desk, and then sits back down. She opens up her laptop and starts working on other classwork.

Why no, she isn't actively hiding from her boyfriend so as not to cause him trouble. Why do you ask?

Krycek watches her clean up right after he's just finished, eyes narrowing. When she walks near enough to be within hissing distance, he addresses her icily. "I did that already. Some people might find it deliberately insulting that you decided their doing it wasn't good enough."

Phoebe glared back at him, her voice a little shaky.

"If you would notice, I am not trying to insult you," her voice is also an icy hiss. "I am trying to keep myself fucking busy so I do not lose my goddamned mind before this whole fucked-up weekend is over." She clenches her hands at her sides. "Some of us do not purposefully step on people and make them feel bad just because we can. This someone wants a drink, a goddamned cigarette and I am sorry if you think I am fucking insulting you by trying to keep busy while I am in here."

Phoebe is not in a good mood and the hurt from the way Krycek treated her when she wanted advice and then at the meeting with Spider is still a burning wound.

He stills, going from cold to completely blank, staring at her. "There are other things that you could be doing, I'm sure, that don't include things already finished," he informs her quietly. "And some of us apparently feel that people they've barely spoken to in weeks still should jump when they say so. Your recent emotional upheaval does not excuse a lack of diplomacy." Krycek doesn't seem terribly bothered by the argument, or to be showing much emotion in any direction, really.

Phoebe flinches.

"And some people obviously think that asking for advice means that someone is expecting you to jump on their say so. As for diplomacy," she smirks at Krycek. "Emotions and diplomacy weren't things that some people ever demonstrated."

Phoebe sighs. She doesn't like fighting with Krycek. She misses drinking with him and just talking to him without worrying he was going to try to kill her or get her into bed.

"Look," she says quietly. "Some of us realized they fucked up and were coming with hat in hand for advice and to apologize. Some of us felt really bad that when they were being stalked and in danger, they didn't let people they cared about know what was going on. Some of us made a very big, very stupid mistake and is more sorry than they could ever put into words."

She looked at him, trying to form a blank expression. "Some of us would rewind time if they could and fix what they fucked up. Some of us would also consider just quitting and walking away." She sighed agin. "Some of us are just no good at being a martyr or dealing when someone they respect and care about is justifiably upset with them."

Escaping his parents and looking to catch a moment with Phoebe, Belthazor walked into hear the coversation. "And some of us," he said coolly, "are going to kick someone's ass if they don't stop being a fucking dick."

About to answer Phoebe, Krycek is brought up short by Belthazor's interruption. He turns toward him, looking at Belthazor evenly, and then asks without inflection, "Is that a threat?"

"I would never threaten one of Jerusalem's pet monkeys in his own classroom, in front of all his paranoia cameras and recorders," Belthazor said with a predatory grin. "Just like I'm sure you would never go out of your way to spitefully harrass someone for no good reason."

Krycek arches an eyebrow. "'Spitefully harrass'? Phoebe - who as far as I know is still employed by Professor Jerusalem and therefore one of his 'pet monkeys' as you say- and I were having a discussion about our differences, which I don't believe you were invited to join. As I don't want to be party to anything which might cause her to lose her erstwhile defender-" At which statement Krycek nods his head, pushing away from his group's table. "I believe I will remove myself from the conversation. Thanks, Turner, and remember to smile nice for the camera."

With that, Krycek turns and leaves for the head of the classroom by the feedscreens.

"Bite me, monkey boy," Belthazor cheerfully called after him.

Phoebe felt her stomach drop as she watched Krycek walk away. Once he was out of earshot, she touched Cole's arm.

"Be careful, Love," she said softly. "I don't want to cause you to get detention."

"I'm not worried about it," Cole said. "If I get detention, then he sure as hell better get it for harrassing you. If he doesn't, it's just proof his nose is so far up Jersalem's ass that he can get away with anything."

He brought his hand up to Phoebe's cheek. "Let me know if he bothers you again. I don't want to make things hard for you but I'm not going to let them get away with treating you like that."

Phoebe leaned into his hand and nodded.

"I've missed you. Are you okay?"

"My mother is a raving bitch, but that's nothing new," Cole said. He lowered his head and kissed Phoebe. "A few more hours and they'll be gone and things can get back to normal."

"Your mother sounds very unpleasant," she said softly as they kissed again.

"The sooner we can get back to normal the better."

[Open Classroom: Journalism classroom]

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