Monday Midday

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

She needs to talk to students after class, so she sits at her desk...waiting.



((Set up for Harkness, but anyone can come in and chat))

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[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Hey... Professor CJ *grins*

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Hey, E..what's up?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

No offense, but I'm killing time before history. And speaking of offense, you didn't take any in class earlier, did you? Mouth speaking before brain... doesn't happen that often, but when it does, I have to do it in style!

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Smiling] I was a little surprised it came from you, but no. No problems. It's one of the hazards of breaking the private/public barrier.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*shrugs, with a sheepish grin* You'd be surprised at some of the things I have come out with in the past. People always seemed to see me as the "sweet and innocent" one and I tended to shatter their illusions!

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

E, I think you'd probably be a kick in the butt if you'd lighten up a little. You might even, I don't know, drunk dial your teachers or something. [Smiles]

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*blushes* You're not going to let me forget that one, are you?

Although last time I was drunk, I almost called Principal Connor to see if she'd be willing to be faculty sponsor for a Vodka Appreciation Society, so I think I'd rather have actually called you!

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

That's a conversation I'd have loved to been in on. Yeah, never going to drop it. I keep those kind of nuggets close so I can break them out on my friends.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

I'm *pauses and thinks for a moment* one-eighth Russian... I have to be fond of vodka. And it was someone else who suggested the principal as faculty sponsor.

Well, it's not every day you get a student talking rubbish in Russian on your answer machine!

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

That's the truth. But it's not often there's a student like you, E. I don't even think I'm teaching you anything. In a good way, I mean.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*leans back against one of the desks*

I wouldn't say that... I certainly consider speech to be my favorite class

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

You do? But it seems like it's so easy for you...

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*nods* It's something where... I know a fair amount, but I don't always think about it in the depth that I do in your class.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Honestly, neither do I. It gets me in trouble sometimes.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*nods* I know the feeling.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Are you liking the assistant gig?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*grins* So far, all I've had to do is play a movie... easiest gig I've ever done. It's great!

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

And coffee...don't forget that. I really appreciate the coffee, thanks.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Something I've clearly not had enough of today to forget that *laughs* It's not a problem... adding a second cup each morning isn't that much of a hassle.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

*knocks on door, sticks head in* Hey. I'm here. What's up?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Hey Mr.potty mouth. What was that all about?

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

*looks sheepish* Sorry. I just sort of said what I was thinking. Substituting "crap" didn't occur to me.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

It's ok, Chip. You're just off your game. This weekend threw you, didn't it?

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. Just a little. If by "a little" you mean, "a lot".

I didn't realize you'd talked to the other Doctor. About me, at least. He didn't tell me.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I talked to him quite a bit, actually. Not just about you. Although when I talked to him about you I was kind of...I'd like to say protective, but I think bitchy is a better word. I understand Ten told you about yourself.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

A little bit. More than I think he intended to. I, uh... didn't understand something about him and so pissed him off and then he got pissed off back at me and said something he didn't mean to. *Jack sighs and puts his head in his hands* Time travel really sucks sometimes.

I'm not used to people being concerned about me. You acting... protective. The other Doctor considering himself my guardian. *does teenage boy shrug of 'have no words for deep emotions'*

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

We all say thngs we don't mean when we get angry, Chip...[she looks down at her hands]...really stupid things.

[Looking up] I think they are wrong, you know. The Harkness they knew wasn't you. You're Chip...and if you want, I'll tell you your future.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

*He's caught by her eyes, by the sense that she sees right to the back of his skull* Oh Gypsy Fortune Teller, do I have to cross your palm with silver? So what's my future?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She reaches out and takes his hand, a half smile dancing on her lips. She examines his palm, almost like she knows what she's doing.]

I see that you are, right now, a high school student. You have secrets. You feel alone, sometimes angry, and confused at times. But there is also happiness. See this line? That means happiness.

As for your future, I see work, hard work. Satisfaction. Friends. Love...many loves. Chip, you scoundrel...see this line? Yeah, many.

[She looks into his eyes, still holding his hand, but ignoring it]
This line here tells me you're going to live a normal life, full of connections to people, full of love and pain, happiness, anger, sometimes fear. But you'll be strong. You'll be a good man. And when you die, as everyone does eventually, you will be missed by those you touched.

[Her eyes glisten, but she smiles]

And that's probbaly as acurate as anything anyone else could tell you.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

*is NOT blinking hard* I can live with that future. Particularly the "many loves" one. Do I get a money-back guarantee?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I keep telling you Chip, gift with purchase. It's all a package deal. [she smiles softly, still holding his hand.]

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

*grins back at her* CJ... thanks.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

You're welcome...Jack. Have faith. Ok? Ten's a smart guy, smart enough to have me. And the Doctor from the weekend...he wasn't a bad man. And they both care about you a lot.

But not as much as me, Chip.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

*Jack keeps trying to say something, but doesn't manage until he's almost out the door.*

You're the first person who's ever said that to me.

*And he's gone.*

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica knocks on Professor Cregg's door.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Veronica, come on in!

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Professor, do you have a few minutes to talk?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Sure, have a seat. What's up?

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"What can you tell me about this human/non-human alliance? I'm working on a series of articles for the paper to increase awareness of issues and problems between students and faculty."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm not sure of all the details, but I know it's being implemented to try to head off some of the problems before they begin..or get worse.

We've got a unique environment here at Fandom High. Everyone is supposed to have a clean slate, but once the past comes up, some people have a hard time dealing with it. The Human/Non-Human Aliiance is going to be a very helpful tool, I think.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Do you know who's heading it up? I think the formation of this group ties in nicely with the articles I'm writing. I'm planning to feature a different species, for lack of a better word, each week and debunk myths about them. My first article will be in next week's issue and it's an interview with Angelus."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Rory's playing a big role, and the Doctor is the faculty advisor.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica groans inwardly at the idea of working closely with her ex-boyfriend's girlfriend.

Outwardly she smiles brightly and says, "I'll get in touch with both of them, thanks."

She starts to get her things and then remembers she had one more question to ask. "My dad didn't come to see you this weekend, did he?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

No, he didn't. I was hoping to have a few more parnets, but I only got three.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Oh good," she breathes a sigh of relief.

"Listen, can I ask you a favor?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Sure. Shoot.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"If my dad happens to call or write or anything? Can you not mention my freak out during detention?"