The Doctor's School Office Hours: Tuesday

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor reads fast. He's finished Thomas Hobbes, and is now working his way through Rousseau's The Social Contract in the original French, which is definitely less funny. If there's a reason he's going through the pantheon of Enlightenment political philosophy, it's not for you to know.

He idly bounces what looks like a superball off the floor, occasionally setting it down for a sip of coffee.

bounce.
bounce.
thud.

The latter would be his head, hitting the desk.]



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[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

((The quote that makes Ten headdesk, in translation:
At Genoa, the word Liberty may be read over the front of the prisons and on the chains of the galley-slaves. This application of the device is good and just.))

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

After receiving a call from the Doctor asking him to stop by, John does just that.

He knocks on the door and stuffs his hands into his pockets.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Mr Crichton. [The Doctor looks up.] Do come in.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John comes inside the office and takes a seat.

"Morning, sir." John nods and smiles.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He sets his glasses further back on his nose.] Could you shut the door? And would you like some coffee?

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Sure," John nods and gets up. He's not sure if closing the door is a good thing or a bad thing but he shuts it tight.

"As for coffee, no thank you. I had...enough breakfast this morning."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Ten raises an eyebrow at him.] All right. [He clears his throat.] You alluded to your Friday--I'm assuming this was the 18th--being rather busy. Would you like to tell me your version of why? Rumour has it you have a new roommate.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Rumour is right," John tells him honestly. "Since the story's out, I can tell you that Angel found his way to my door. He was...beaten up pretty bad."

He shrugs and fidgets a bit. "There was, I guess, an attack? And some spell casting. Angel used to be Angelus, you see. Whatever spell was cast on him, gave him a soul and made him...Angel."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

And he showed up at your door. [The Doctor looks at Crichton curiously.] So I suppose this is another one of those classic good guy and bad guy inhabiting the same body things.

[His brow furrows.] Are you keeping an eye out for him, John? Not because he'll do something violent, but because something violent might be done to him?

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Yes, sir," John says, "Angel's told me that Angelus is still in there and he knows it. With the soul in place, Angelus is chained up."

More fidgeting. "I am, sir. I'm not the best...fighter, per se, but I've told Angel I'll do what I can to help him keep his soul."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[There is a long pause.] Does someone want to get rid of his soul? [This whole business with souls and magic and...whatever is rather strange, but then again, the Doctor deals with the strange as a matter of course.]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Yes, sir." John leans back in his seat, tapping his thumb against his knee. "From what Angel tells me, there are a few people who'd like to see his soul gone."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Another long pause.] Tell me how I can help.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

That wasn't what John expected. Nope, it was better. He smiles in relief at the offer of help.

"Well sir, I think it's all a matter of making sure Angel has the help he needs when these people do come after him. And, now this'll sound weird, it also keeping him from achieving perfect happiness. Both could lead to him getting re-desouled."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

So essentially, our task is to prevent a soul from getting ripped out of Angel by making sure he's not perfectly happy...and by thwarting those who wish otherwise. Right. Where do I sign up? [He's actually not being sarcastic. Preventing the loosing of a killer. Now THAT'S more suited to his modus operandi.]

Mr Crichton...John...you do realise that if Angel were to be...desouled...that you would be in terrible danger?

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, that's it in a nutshell. And I really do appreciate this, sir. Angel's got a lot of people watching him closely, both friend and foe. Angel's been doing okay for himself so far. Laying low, avoiding trouble area and the like."

At the Doctor's last statement, John nods slowly. "Yes, sir, I do. My girlfriend, Aeryn, she's nailed that into my head. I'm...I know it might happen but I'm trying to do a good thing. I just wanna help Angel."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

I think it's more than just helping Angel. It's protecting us all. [He's probably the only person on the planet who can say this without looking stupid.] Or at least, most of us. You won't hesitate to ask me for help if you need it, aye?

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"I won't hesitate, sir." John punctuates that with a sharp nod. "When that time comes, and I'm sure it will, we'll need all the help we can get."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

All right. [He smiles slightly at John.] Thank you, Mr Crichton.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"And thank you, sir." He smiles, nods once more before leaving quietly.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Poking her head in the door on her way past] Would you care if I went out to dinner tonight?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Ten sets down his book and looks up at her.] Not at all...Adam and I are going to do something--did I forget to tell you? Hope not. Who's dinner with?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Lawyer. [As if that says it all.]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

How...fun. [Eyebrows go up.] Are you going to be out of town then?