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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[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.