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"I'm convinced that he's telling the truth," John says. "That he is who he says he is and that Angelus is still inside him. He needed help and I don't ignore that kind of thing."

Parker is gritting her teeth, and bouncing up and down, now lacing her fingers together under her thighs. "Are. You. Crazy? We don't know about the soul for sure! We don't know that this isn't another trick! You, you, nimrod, he could've *eaten* you, you..." She is being as quiet as possible, but is nearly incoherent. "If it hadn't worked, and you let him in, you'd be dead! Oh my god, how stupid are you!"

"Hey!" John puts up two hands to ward off her near tirade. "I knew what I was doing when he showed up at my door. I'd met him before. And I'm not stupid. I made a risky decision that hasn't backfired. He's a vampire, yeah, fine. But he hasn't tried to eat me. Aeryn fricking examines me for bite marks all the damn time."

"Good for Aeryn," Parker snaps. "You're girlfriend's smarter than *you*, no surprise." She shakes her head. "Why, why, why can't he crash in the common room? Why does he keep going into people's private rooms? Why? Why?"

"He didn't go anywhere," John snaps back. "Obviously, I had to invite him in. And he's said he'd leave if I wanted him to but, considering the atmosphere around school, I let him stay. And he made eggs!"

He has no idea if he says that last part because he's stupid or he wants to piss her off some more.

"Nyyyyyynnnnngggghhhhhh." Parker is biting her tongue, hard.

"Obviously. You had to invite him in." She closes her eyes, then blinks. "Well, at least we can solve that if we have to, now."

Finally, she says what has her most worried. "Look. I know you think he has a soul, and I know *something* happened to him, but I'm not sure what. If he has a soul, he's suffering, and theoretically, he's not a threat. So." Parker grimaces. "If you agree to the results of *one thing* that Angel-whoever said he'd do, then I won't give you crap about it later. Okay?"

"Results of what?" John rubs a hand over his eyes. Still alive at least. "And you guys can't come into my room to kill him. No more blood on my carpet. It's hard enough to get out the first time!"

Parker explains. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/388196.html?thread=18211172#t18211172)

"Because not everybody feels the need to live by your rules," says Janet. "You're mad that he's still at the school, period. You'd be mad no matter what he did. Look, if John trusts him, then I'm willing to give him a chance."

Janet's quick decision makes him blink rapidly. "Uh, thanks Janet. That...makes me feel a whole lot better, actually. Since you're living next door and everything."

"Hey, I live down the hall," Parker protests, then rolls her eyes at herself. "Anyway...."

"Here's the deal. He sings at Caritas. Lorne, the owner, reads his aura and his future and whatever else. If he says this guy has a soul, I'll shut up. I won't *trust* him." She glares at John and Janet. "Nothing's going to change that. But I won't rag on you, and I won't try to kill him. You're on your own after that. Okay?"

"Oh, the singing thing," John says. "Yeah, he mentioned that this morning and I told him I'd go with him so he'd know someone who didn't want to kill him."

"Fine. Are you gonna hate me for this, Parker?"

Janet just looks bemused at Parker's glare.

Parker rubs her eyes at John's question, and tries to think. "No. I don't hate Rory for trusting Angelus, I can't hate you for trusting the new guy. I'm just going to be oh-so-pissed if I'm right again, and no one believed me. This is one time I would like to be wrong. If I can't have him gone, I can at least have him souled and suffering."

She folds her arms. "But I don't want to hear about him, and his new shiny soul, if he stays. I'm going to be *good*, Janet, and try to ignore his existence altogether if we don't have to kill him tonight. Understood?"

"I'd never ask you to be friendly with him," says Janet. "But if he comes up in conversation, then you're going to either have to leave, or deal with it."

"Leave," Parker says immediately, then narrows her eyes. "Unless, of course, I need to know what he's up to... but I'll keep my mouth shut. I think." She sighs. "I'm sorry, I've disliked and been afraid of him for months, and now he hurt two of my friends, I know I'm not entirely, you know... sane on the subject."

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Janet gives a quick grin at John's bewildered look. She's had to make a lot of snap decisions in her life. "You're a good person, John, and you can see that in other people. I do want to meet him, though."

After Parker leaves, John lets out another breath. "Okay. That went...about as well as can be expected."

Janet nods. "Possibly slightly better. She actually looked like she was calming down."

"Yeah, she was only fire engine red when she left." He sighs and rolls his head on his neck. "This is hard."

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"I'm not," Parker says. "Angelus was way too smart and way too unprincipled, and people bought into it. Nothing may have changed except his tactics. I've been running scenarios for getting him out of her in my head for the last 24 hours. But I *will* hold off on them, given one. Single. Thing." She takes a breath. "I swear."

"Parker," said Janet very, very firmly. "You can be upset if you want, but stop being insulting. John did what he thought was right. Don't disparage that."

"Right? Right?" Parker grimaced, then banged her head on the counter, muttering. "I don't get it, I don't get it, how is helping the guy who hurt Gilmore and Echolls and Blank right, I don't get it, it's crazy talk...."

She takes several deep breaths. Must not aggravate ulcer. Must not kill Crichton. Finally, she straightens again, and says. "Okay. Okay. So. Yeah."

She tries to find a silver lining here, and settles on, "Thank you for *telling* me, instead of letting me find out from someone else." There. That was reasonable.

"You're welcome," he says darkly. "Figured you'd be less likely to kill me if I told you and not the radio or Joe Schmoe down on the corner."

"Got that right." Parker's calming down a bit. "Okay. So..."

She goes into her explanation. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/388196.html?thread=18211172#t18211172)