Friday Office Hour

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She's jamming out, but it's not that loud. She's making all kinds of notes, and the first person walks in on a private phone call...

Sam? Another favor. Not as fast this time. More permanent. Same deal. Yeah. How's it coming with making Jacl Harkness a long term deal? Ok. Yeah...the name to put down is...I have to go Sam. I have a conference.

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[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Is the codeword Deep Space Radar Telemetry?

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

That's not the codeword... that's the cover story

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I know, Shep. So...[She moves around the front of her desk and leans against it, legs crossed at the ankle.] Do I have to take you to the rubber truncheon room and beat it out of you, or should I just drink whiskey until you're pretty sure won't remember what you let slip? [Her half smile is the perfect match for the wicked twinkle in her eye]

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Okay, so you know... which makes one of us.

Why am I here?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Shep, how can I teach you kids if I don't know the truth? E was the toughest to crack, but now I'm taking her out for vodka and we're going to talk about her real past. You all must be so sick of pretending. Of hiding. Of acting like you aren't who you are, with lives and training, and then to be in these bodies...[she sighs]

You're here Shep because I know, and I'm willing to listen if you need to talk.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Oh... *scratches head, because this was the last thing he expected*

Thanks.

It's been okay so far... all the refugees tend to band together. We talk to each other, but it's nice to know there's someone else to go to if we need it. Thanks.

And, you know, when you work on classified projects, you get pretty good at acting. I just see this as an extension of that.

I guess I should ask who let the cat out of the bag in the first place.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

You did.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Um... oh. Okay.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Problem, Shep?

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Um... no?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Wow...I had no idea you could be so laconic. Where's the chatterbox, Shep? [She smiles wickedly] Are you going to get in trouble?

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Honestly? Hell if I know.

The last person I reported to was Lizzie (and I didn't always do so well with the listening to her as it was). Now she's a student too. I don't have parents for anyone to call... the guy who was supposed to be my C.O. died early on in his tenure...

So um... no, I don't know who I could really get in trouble *with*.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Well, good. I'd hate to have to adopt you too. And E. And K...and how many of you are there?

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Uh... thanks for the offer, but I think 33 years I'm a little old to be adopted. Dare I ask who you've adopted already?

As for how many of us... *counts on fingers*

Me
Lizzie
Janet
O'Neill
Kawalksy
Professor Jackson
Carter
Carter's evil twin
That guy Camulus that teaches... something in a kilt.

There was a guy here named Zelenka, but we think locker 327 got him. No one's seen him for month. Or he finally blew up with his still

*realizes he's out of fingers...*

In town there are two guys named McKay and Jonas.

I think that's all of us.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Choking down the joy at actually getting him to spill it, she keeps her voice smooth.] And what about Vala and Cam?

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Yeah, them too. WAIT!!!

If you know all this... what do you need me for?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I needed you to pull it all together for me. Thanks, Shep-baby. You're a helper.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

With a slight sense of forboding, Shep asks, "Exactly what did I just 'help' with?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[With a look of absolute innocence] Hmm? Oh, nothing. You can go. Thanks for coming in.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Uh... no.

No. definitely not.

What was all this about?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Just satisfying my curiosity, really. Since you forgot Cam and Vala...is there anyone else you'd like to add?

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

If you knew I forgot Cam and Vala then you already knew who was in the group.

So I ask again... why was I brought here? (He's not actively hostile yet, but getting a bit less friendly)

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Why do you think I asked you in, Shep? Really? What would the speech teacher possibly have to gain from this information?

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Well, one of the whole points of this conversation is that people around here are rarely what they seem on the surface.

So you tell me. What would the speech teacher possibly have to gain from this information?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Shep-baby, I'm just curious. Really. Besides, I'm a secret keeper and I wouldn't tell you anyway.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Fine. But next time I let the gremlins get you when you decide to wander around drunk.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Good enough. But you'd have to know the next time I get drunk...want to be invited?

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

*deciding that he may be able to get more information out of her when she's thuroughly lubed up, Shep shrugs* Sure.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Good. [She smiles wide] I'll let you know when and where.

Will I see you at the Festival? It's my birthday and everyone's supposed to come. It'll be fun.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

I'm planning to be there... so you'll probably see me.

But just in case I don't, happy birthday.

And get back to me on that drinking thing.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I will, Shep-baby. Count on it.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Deciding that that was some kind of warning, Shep decides that it's time to run.

And hide.

A lot.

"Well, then, I guess Beka and I will see you at the Faire." He'd never needed a posse before, but this was one of those circumstances where giving fair warning that there would be witnesses was turning out to be a really good idea.