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Dr. Pierson's Office Hours

Dr. Pierson (as opposed to "The Doctor") is in.

"The third week of the lunar cycle of the month of Dancing Grains," Methos deadpans. "Or thereabouts. If it's not dead yet, it's not likely to kick off in the next few days. You want me to stop by the library? When would be a good time to catch you all?"

"Mmm. Monday? Tuesday's hell for me, and for a couple of the others, but I think we're all around on Monday." Parker shrugged. "I'll ask the others, and email you if I'm wrong."

"So. How much do you want to offer me *not* to show Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves to Adama and Mal Doran?"

Methos looks at her. "Parker, you are a sick demented woman. Showing that abomination of history to anyone is a horror, but to Vala and Lee? I made a much better Robin Hood (http://www.mindspring.com/~bbc1000/authors/geste.htm)." Methos sighs. "What do you want, and you realize that you can't use blackmail to end all negotiations in your life, correct?"

Parker grinned. "If-- and I say, if-- the Student Council gets the funds for a trip to Europe, especially England and France, and you agree to be a chaperone, then I will not show that movie to those two, thus guaranteeing forever that they'll never understand Medieval England. And as a bonus? I won't show them Last Knight, either. And I promise to tell them that any of the others are works of fiction."

Parker took a last sip of her coffee, and threw it in the trash. "And of course not everything in life can be negotiated with blackmail. Sometimes, people just owe me favors." Like Dr. Grissom, ponying up with the Special Collections pass. Go, Griss!

"You want me to ride herd on a bunch of hormonal teenagers through two countries -- three if you count the fact that we originate here -- in exchange for not hopelessly corrupting the brains of two of my students." Methos sighed and pretended to think. "All right. As long as you wait until *after* the semester is over to show them Monty Python and the Holy Grail, because otherwise they won't get it."

"Yes!" Parker did her traditional little victory dance, and chortled. "Sometime this weekend? King Arthur (http://community.livejournal.com/m15m/4794.html), with cute guys. At least they know who he was supposed to be now." She smirked. "~Thank you, Dr. Pierson.~ I'll email you if Monday's no good for your prezzie!"

Methos doesn't quibble with the 'they know'.

Out loud.

"You're welcome, Parker, and I hope I don't live to regret it. But I probably will." He grinned at her enthusiasm.

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