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Janet had gotten tired of the sight of her dorm room. And she was bored. So she'd finally gotten out of bed, grimaced at the pain in her ribs, and gotten dressed in several layers of clothing to head over to her TA meeting with Methos.

"Why the hell did you bother coming in today?" she asked, closing the door of his office behind her.

"Because I have an overdeveloped sense of responsibility?" Methos asked. He rose and came to her side, one hand going under her elbow. "Should you be up?" His eyes were serious and worried.

"Do you think there's a chance that the school will get snowed in?" Elizabeth asked, half-knocking on the door.

"They're bruised ribs," said Janet, rolling her eyes at him. "Not that you asked when I dropped off my excuse note to you. I've been bandaged up, I haven't jostled myself, and I'm going absolutely stir-crazy." She shrugged. "So I thought I'd drop by and see how you were doing."

Methos waves a hand at his desk. "Grading homework. Writing lectures for next week. Contemplating getting a jump on writing the exams for the week after that. Boring stuff."

Methos looked up and grinned at her. "I imagine that if it is, we should be self-sufficent here."

Elizabeth nodded. "I'm sure we would be," she said. "But it would be a pain all the same."

Janet waved at Liz. "I know why I'm here," she said. "Because I couldn't stay in the room one minute longer. You're just nuts, Liz."

For some reason, the Doctor doesn't mind the snow. At all.

Even though he doesn't have to be in school today, he romps up to the humanities wing with a large takeaway tray of coffee, and begins to distribute it to his favourite coworkers. Methos' office just happens to be the first.

At least he knocks.

She shrugged, and grinned. "I was in the building all ready for all the things I listed to you earlier," she said.

~~At least the snow isn't ash from an alien space ship burning out in atmosphere... presumably.~~

Methos doesn't look up from grading one of the homework assignments on Greece. "Enter," he calls ~~sounding nothing like Jean-Luc Picard while doing it~~.

"Hello, Adam." Ten practically bounces into his office and waves a large cup of coffee under his nose.

"My, Ten, how you've grown." Methos rescues the cup of coffee and inhales it with a truly sensual delight. "I passionately love... coffee. Have I mentioned that?"

Ten promptly flips him off, Brit-style, and sits down without being asked. "I think you have. Does the bearer of the coffee get any of that passionate love, or is that just reserved for the beans?"

Methos grins at him, leans across his desk, and grabs him by the ears ~~which is not as easy as it would have been in the Doctor's previous incarnation~~ and kisses him soundly. "That answer your question? So, when did the mini-me reverse?" Methos still doesn't listen to the radio.

"Incredibly boring," said Janet. "We're having exams already? Do you want me to organize a review session next week?" It wasn't as if she hadn't gone through the extra reading and the regular reading, after all.

Smirking a little after the kiss, and rubbing his ears a little, Ten settles back into the chair. "Do that again and it'll make up for the trek through the snow balancing your precious coffee. And maybe answer my question. ...And before you ask, no, I can't ever get enough, thank you." He cocks an eyebrow. "Woke up good as new yesterday morning."

There might be a hint of a blush on his cheeks as he mentions it. Maybe.

"I still think you're nuts," said Janet. She shook her head and smiled. "Are you done after this? We could head back to the dorms together."

Methos nods. "That was my plan for Tuesday after next. If you would put that together, I would be most appreciative. Now, can I ask you a question ~~that will segue into NFB stuff~~?"

"It's always good to get the blood moving," Methos agrees, sipping his coffee. "Did you? That's a shame. I was going to give you some chores around the apartment. Seemed the appropriate thing for a teenager to do."

"Lunch hour or after school hours?" asked Janet. "I'd rather go for after school hours, just in case we take longer than an hour." She looked puzzled. "Of course you can ask me a question. What?" NFB away! *points to new subject line*

"Well, I was going to give you the class period, but if you want to organize something for after school for those who feel they need more help, I'd be more than happy to open the classroom or this office." Methos tapped his fingers on his desk, then sighed, stood up, and came around to lean a hip on the edge of the desk nearest Janet. "I wanted to ask... you have a great deal of... esoteric knowledge about ancient Egypt. In some places it exceeds mine. Mine comes from being there -- on and off." Very quietly, he asks, "How do you know what you know?"

"Oh, hell. I should have asked to TA your other class." Janet sighed. He'd probably assigned her to this one on purpose too. "Daniel's an anthropologist. I don't suppose you'd believe that I'd picked up all my knowledge from listening to him ramble on and on and on constantly, would you?" Janet's voice was dry. Daniel did have a tendency to go on about his pet subjects.

She comes in with the remnants of her mocha and leans against the doorjamb.

"Busy, Adam?"

"Now you do sound like an old man," Ten states, leaning elbows onto Methos' desk and watching him. "What kinds of chores?"

Thank god the hormones have settled, or he wouldn't be able to resist a dirty joke.

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