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]

[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.