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He isn't quite talking in one-long-word sentences any more, but it's a damn near thing. "She told me she was a Junior at some California School. I was afraid that Mountie dude was going to come by and bounce her off campus. Then she starts spouting off our history - the whatthefuckgrizzlybear, the time I had to walk her home because she was drunk and all kinds of other things. It was weird. And believe me, I've seen weird before. This was... weird!"

He stops for a second before saying some what quieter. "Then she got all... girly on me."

He looks up at the stricken expression on Lana's face.

"No! Not like that! All... 'you were talking to me like a real person instead of calling me 'ma'am' and all that crap.' What was I supposed to say to that?"

Lana shook her head. "I don't know. I... I just don't know."

She sits quietly for a moment. "I still want to die."

And another moment. "You walked her home when she was drunk?"

"Last term... ran into her coming home when I was out running, yeah."

He rubs his temples. "At least you don't have to sit in class with her every day."

"Oh God, I hadn't thought about that."

She sits quietly for another moment then half gets up out of her chair before collapsing into it again. "Oh no. Oh no. Oh God, no!"

Shep sits up startled. He can't imagine how this could be worse... wasn't sure he wanted to. "What?!"

"I have to go apologize to her." Lana looks sick again. "I mean, when she was some random person I'd - we'd - probably never see again, I could kind of let it go unless I ran into her. But Professor Cregg... You have to - Oh God, you don't think she'd fail you because of what I did, do you."

Lana starts up trying to collect all her things randomly and not succeeding in accomplishing anything.

Shep sighs. "The good news is, it's Professor Cregg. For all that she can intimidate the hell out of me, I've never seen her be unfair. She knows that what happened was as much her fault for not telling me as anything else. She seems to think we're cool. It's just hard to look at her like that... and not think of her... She's a whole different person when she's not your teacher. And she's 17. It's becoming an object lesson in sender-receiver paradigms in class."

Shep puts a hand on her arm stilling her frentetic movements. "Relax, Lana. Seriously. I'm more freaked out about what happened than she is. She probably won't even remember who you are. Maybe just as 'That girl with Shep'. I mean, seriously, it could be worse it could have been the principal in a chick's body or something.

Lana sits down again. "I don't even want to think about that last," she says with a shudder. "Okay..."

She sits for a minute. "I still have to apologize. Do you know when she has office hours? I just want to get this over with."

"I think she's in her office most of the afternoon. Let me know how it goes?"

"Yeah. I'll come by your room tonight, okay?" She gets up. "I'm gonna go right now." She hesitates, then leans in to give him a hug before heading out.

He hugs her back before dragging himself off to see what kind of insanity Sociology would offer up today.

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