Journalism Class - Friday December 2

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

There is no sign of Spider today. There's a small sign tacked to his desk reading: "Due to class projects, today's class has been cancelled. If you need to make any further arrangements with the Professor, please send him a voicemail and he'll get right back to you. Please sign here for attendance credit."

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[chasingangela]

Angela signs the roster. She's gone to her required two classes that week, but the extra points can't hurt.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John signs in.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander signs in, notes the sign, and grins. Looks like he won't have to rush back home to feed his frog and possibly notice that his roommate has pretty much moved out, dear oblivious dipshit before meeting Buffy at The Perk after class - he can take his time. Xander ambles back out of the classroom, sniffing experimentally in the direction of the cafeteria.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek signs in, then decides to sit and look at some of the homework that still needs grading before he goes off to do his interview.

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

Coming in late after the film in speech, D'anna signs in and trots off to find some lunch in the fifteen to twenty minutes she has left before meeting up with Callisto and Jake.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce signs in, cuts a completely blank look at Krycek, and then turns and leaves without speaking a word to him.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

He looks up when Duce comes by and he facepalms as soon as she turns around and begins to leave. Getting up, he goes after her, trying to catch up. "Duce? Duce!"

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

In the hallway outside class, she stops and turns, facing him.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek stops, looking at her a moment, then grimaces and sighs. "Shit. I don't have any excuses. I'm sorry." He looks at her evenly, jaw tensed as he watches her. "I assume you heard the radio then. I'm sorry for not even calling. It was a stupid, inconsiderate thing to do."

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Her head nods, a single downward jerk of her chin. Her face is devoid of expression, but a muscle in her jaw tenses off and on. Her mind scrolls through the many things she'd like to say to him right then, starting with 'You? Are an asshole.', but logic tells her that saying it would probably be completely redundant at this point.

Her voice is flat in a way that would almost lead you to expect her to call you HAL. "He left us voicemail about modelling for him on Monday."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

He's quite aware of being an asshole, at this point. Nodding, he continues to watch her, not bothering to be defensive at all - he hasn't given up, but he knows he's in the wrong. "He's fine. And I killed the one who did it, though it was my fault, my lack of judgement that resulted in it happening at all."

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

"We guessed." Her voice is still quiet, but slightly less flat. She looks at him for a moment and then asks, "What do you want us to say, Alex?"

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

"I'm not looking for you to say what I want you to." He shakes his head slightly. "But I wanted to apologize. I meant to do it before this... But I didn't, and that makes it worse, I realize. It's not okay and it's not something you do to a friend.

"So I'd like to think you could forgive me, but that's up to you, in the end." He finishes, looking somewhat uncomfortable, and still tense. He honestly wouldn't be surprised if she walked away at this point, and he wouldn't really blame her for it.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

"In the end, we probably will," she acknowledges. "You both came back."

She watches him for a moment and then tries this whole shiny new 'talking' thing he asked her for two weeks ago. "Right now, we're very angry. Because it hurt, not even knowing you were back safely before we heard on the radio that Jake had been shot in the head." She looks at him levelly, still expressionless, "Thinking you had shot him. Telling ourself you wouldn't have. Knowing that, if you had reason, you would. Not knowing he was ok until we saw that he'd called us, and heard a message where he sounded completely unconcerned about anything but us modelling for him on Monday. Not knowing you were ok until we saw you today. All because you didn't return a phonecall."

The muscle in her jaw tenses again. "In the end, none of that is important. None of it. Because you are both back and you are both alive, and no matter how hurt and angry we are right now, at least you're here for us to be angry at."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek takes a deep breath, nodding. He's somewhat relieved, really. "Believe me, I'm grateful for that. Being here, I mean. But even with what I know now, I had to go." He pauses for a second. "Maybe I would have found a way to knock Jake out for the weekend though."

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce frowns at him, "A bullet to the head didn't stop him for long and you think you'd have had a chance of taking him out all weekend? When you were going into fuck-knows-what?" She snorted, "You are the cockiest son of a bitch we have ever met, Alex Krycek." Tilting her head at him, she asks, "Was it worth it? Did you.. find what you were looking for?"

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

"In a way," he says, smirking in agreement with her assessment. "But it was worth it. And I don't ever have to go back."

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce's eyebrows appear over her glasses, "Not ever?" She thinks about it for about three seconds and scowls, "Good. Don't. We don't like a world that has people..things.. whatever.. that would shoot Jake. That's just.. as he would say.. not on."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

"Not ever," he says, nodding again. "They didn't want me there, I'm certainly not going to impose." Krycek pauses "How was Vegas, by the way?"

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

"Good to know we can stop worrying you'll experience Total Existence Failure from home, then," she remarks.

"Vegas was a blast! We saw Cirque and the kitty museum and a naked all male review, and we watched the boys gamble, and got married to Faith, and ate sooo much food!" She grins, remembering.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack signs in and head back to his room.

[mycanonhatesme]

Chloe signs in, and heads out, pretty sure she doesn't need to make any arrangements for anything.

[fh_jackass]

Logan signs in.