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Journalism Class - Tuesday November 22

Krycek is at Jerusalem's desk again, though he's rather more focused than he was Monday. He seems to be busy on a personal task, but still watching the classroom.

Please choose one assignment for the day (or do both to earn extra credit):

Write 125 words exactly on what you hoped to learn from this class and whether or not this has been acheived. Spider respects honesty and likes it when people hate him, so don't be afraid to say what you really feel.

or

Vacation is coming up. Homework looms. Write 100 words on how grateful you are that there's no journalism homework this weekend.

At the bottom, he's added:

I will not be fielding questions about the class over the break. Please see me today if there is anything you need.

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Oh, you have got to be fucking me... Jake narrowed his eyes, grabbed his coffee and went to have a little talk with Krycek by the coffee maker. "And how are you today? Space looking nice this time of year?"

Krycek frowned at Jake, picking up the glass carafe to pour his coffee. "What are you talking about?" He sounded somewhat tired, a little bit irritable.

"You're being distract-y again. And that, my dear, is not on." Jake scowled at him over his coffee. He wasn't really mad (yet), just annoyed.

Krycek's eyes narrowed and he looked at Jake a bit coldly. "Thanks for the reminder." He pushed the carafe back into place and turned to go back to the desk with his coffee, apparently not interested in continuing the conversation from that point.

"You're welcome." Jake grabbed his wrist quickly, stopping Krycek from moving. "And, guess what? Now you get to tell me what the hell is bothering you." This time he wasn't budging. He would know what was Krycek's mind, even if the entire school would find out as well.

Krycek grit his teeth as he was held back, though he could have pulled free easily. He looked at Jake, shaking his head, voice low and terse. "It's not your business. It's something I have to take care of."

"You're my business," Jake countered, eyes narrow. His grip both on Krycek's wrist and his own coffee tightened. He wasn't going to feel uncertain about that. He wasn't. "And whatever is making you act like this, can't be good, so I definitely want to know what it is."

Krycek's eyes flashed and he looked like he had when they'd found Logan and Rory - coldly focused and none too happy. "It's not your business," he repeated, though his gaze slipped for a moment, looking uneasy. "I'll take care of it." He said it with an air of finality, but it was, maybe, a little too final. Like he thought maybe he wouldn't be around afterwards.

"No, it..." Jake sighed, frustrated, trying to find the words to make Krycek understand. He let go of Krycek's wrist, leaving his hand free to tug at his bangs. "We're partners, right? You watch my back, I watch yours? I can't do that if I don't know what you're planning." And then it hit him. "Oh, fuck. You're going home."

Krycek stared at him, open-mouthed, for barely a moment, then collected himself. He turned again and headed back to the desk, shoulders tensed.

"I'm going with you," Jake said decisively when he caught up with him. Krycek could argue if he wanted, but the result was going to be same. Jake was going with.

Krycek shook his head, placing his coffee on the desk. "No." Firmly, end of discussion.

"Oh, yeah, I am." Equally firm.

"What makes you think I'd let you?" Krycek said coldly, giving Jake an angry glare. That, at least, wasn't feigned. And at least he knew. But he still wouldn't let him tag along.

Jake's eyebrows went up. "What makes you think you can stop me?"

Krycek stilled, glaring at Jake, harsh but for a faint note of uneasiness still. "Don't push me, Jake."

Jake put his coffee down on the desk and glared back, folding his arms over his chest. "Or what?"

His eyes narrowed, changing tactics. "You don't know how to use a gun, I'm pretty damn sure you can't fight - you are not coming."

The moment he said it, he knew it was a mistake, letting Jake know it might be necessary to do both. He seemed to be doing that too often lately. Krycek was glad to have people he cared about, but damn if it didn't make it difficult to sneak around.

"Can survive a gun shot through the head --" probably. It wasn't like he was going to test it to check. "-- am totally coming with. And, I'm not going to let you go home alone, leaving me not knowing what happened if you..." He stopped, shocked by his words. "..If you... I'm just not."

"I could just leave without you," Krycek said finally, watching Jake. He nearly considered the idea of letting him come, but given Jacob sr's warning, hewas even less inclined to entertain the thought.

Jake shook his head. "No. I'm not going to let you." He had no idea how he could concivably stop Krycek, but he was bloody well going to try. He was not going to stay behind and wonder if his boyfriend was alive or dead in that fucked up world of his.

Shaking his head, Krycek dropped into the desk chair. In truth, he couldn't not think about the possibility. He wasn't a hero; he only held back because he wasn't used to anyone wanting in, not because of a misquided theory that no one would get hurt but himself if he pushed them all away. Jake was clever and stubborn - if he didn't find a way to go along now, he might later, and it might not go as well.

He stared at the computer screen, still showing what he'd been looking at: a map of Virginia, highlighted along the path to DC.

Jake followed his look, then blinked in surprise. "You're going to DC?" Jake wasn't sure where he'd though Krycek was going, but it was definitely not DC. Jake'd spend at least a third of his life in DC. He knew the city like... well, almost like the back of his hand.

He nodded, not saying anything, still watching the screen. When he finally closed the window, Krycek looked at Jake solemnly. "I'm leaving tomorrow."

Jake regarded him back. "I'm coming with you."

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