fandomhigh | The Library is Open (01/30)

John reads the note and nods before starting to write again.

Yeah, that's what I'm thinking. She's going whether I pitch a fit or not so I'd rather her have everything she needs.

And I'm sure there's an equally as loveless and pale boy out there who will bring sunlight into your life.

Also, thanks for helping me out when I was a marmoset. The M&M's, I mean. That Professor Skeeter's a mean old witch.

He returns the note.

Rory nodded again, beginning to feel like a bobble-headed doll.

Well, they're not letting me go even though I pitched a fit, so yeah, basically.

And if I met a pale boy, can you imagine our children? They'd glow in the dark.

Prof. Skeeter is indeed mean. Or possibly, she just doesn't care. I mean, she sat there reading the paper while you were all monkeyish. Weirdo.

She danced it across the desk to him, for creativity.

John nods back and thinks his head might fall off.

No more vampire injuries for you, Rory. I think they had your bed bronzed the last time you were in the clinic with a vamp related hurty.

Well, if you and Mister Pale Boy had children who glowed in the dark, you would save a lot on electricity. And you could name them Blinding and Sunshine Gilmore-whatever Pale Boy's last name is.

Yeah, I think she and her husband might be having marital trouble which is why she gets testy when I bring it up.

Rory rolled her eyes yet again.

Darla and Drusilla didn't hurt me. Just saying.

And this is a good thing, with the glowy children. Though I'd never name them that. Bad enough *I* have a weird name.

And Prof. Skeeter's married? She doesn't wear a wedding band.

John just smiles.

Angelus did. Same species, bad injuries. I remember that time, you know.

Rory's not a weird name. But, okay, you could name your kids...Annabelle and Antoine? They're not so bad and they kinda sound bright and cheery.

See, trouble in the marriage. I hope they're seeking counseling.

Rory sighed.

Yes, but the other two didn't, and they had both opportunity and motive. So pff.

And you don't know my full name. There are numbers involved.

Hmm. Maybe you shouldn't antagonize her. She might be sad over it, or something. Maybe one of them is seeing someone else, or something

John tapped the pen on his nose.

Don't jinx it!

Numbers? Okay, I can't hold back. What's your full name?

See, I'm not antagonizing though. I'm doing investigative reporting as she taught us to do. And she's the one getting cranky over it.

Rory crossed her fingers.

May I point out that Logan's allowed to go, though?

And there is no way I'm telling my full name. It is secret.

I don't know if that's what she meant with the investigative thing. What are you writing your thingy on this week?

John reads the letter and tries to think of a good response.

Okay, point. Who exactly isn't letting you go?

I'll tell you my full name and maybe a nickname Aeryn calls me if you tell me your full name.

I think I might boycott this week's assignment on account that she turned me into a monkey.

Rory bit her lip to keep from laughing.

Anakin. Angel, too, but Anakin's the one who actually talked me out of it.

Lorelai Gilmore III. My middle name is Leigh, but it's said like "lay" and not "Lee" like it should be, because my mom is weird. Your turn.

And that's a good idea. But I think it might annoy her more.

John reads the letter and smirks.

Well, he's just being your friend. I think he's just concerned. You seem to attract vampires even if they didn't hurt you this last time.

John Robert Crichton, Jr. Nickname...if you tell her this, I will feed you to the local sea monster: Strech. And don't repeat that Lorelai Gilmore III or the radio will find out about that name!

Well, I think she already hates me so the worst she could do is turn me into a marmoset again.

Rory blushed.

Yes. I have good friends.

And...do I even want to know about 'Strech'?

Hmm. Do you really *want* to be a marmoset again? She might go for something worse this time.

John nods.

Maybe one of them is your fated Pale Boy, after all.

No. No, you don't. And I won't tell you. And if you tell Aeryn, I'm placing an anonymous phone call to that brothel in town and telling them you wanna volunteer.

What could be worse then a marmoset?

Rory sighed and facepalmed.

I don't know anyone as pale as me.

My evil twin owns the brothel, anyway, and she hates me.

Slug. Worm. Naked mole rat.

John drew a heart on the sheet of paper without any names inside of it.

So, maybe you're not met for a pale boy. Maybe a complete opposite?

So, even if she hates you, she'd pass up a volunteer?

Eh, true. But at least I know you and Chloe will be nice to me!

Rory eyed the heart before writing "John+Aeryn" in it.

I don't know any particularly dark people, either.

And she thinks I'm a good two-shoes. So...probably not.

I promise I will feed you gummy bears or whatever candy I have that day. It is my solemn duty.

John might 'awww' a little at the heart.

So, a middle of the road type person?

Rory's Perfect Man:

Not too pale.
Not too dark.
Must like caffeine.
Must not be afraid of vampires because they seem to like me.
Must not make fun of my name.
Must not make fun of my hats.
Must give me chocolate.
Must be hot.

Well...what about her silent partner person? The one I saw bossing the brothel women around during the snow monster thing.

You're so kind, Rory. I will so leave you stuff in my will.

Rory blinked.

Hmm. Not all of those are imperative, really. Except that last one.

Silent partner person? There's another one?

Can I have your little robo-thingie that liked me that night in the common room?

John blinks too.

So, if a guy made fun of your hats, you'd still marry him?

I think so. Saw them when I was on the roof. Ordering people around in high heels and stuff. Scary little thing.

Bertram? Sure, you can have him. He hates Aeryn too. Want Toasty as well?

Rory blushed a LOT.

Marry, no. I'm 17. But date him, sure.

Huh. That's weird. I didn't see her. Odd. ~~Since I think Becky and Miho were in the Sin all weekend...?~~

Toasty wanted to have a ménage à trois with me and Logan. So...no.

John wonders why Rory is blushing.

You're turning red. Do you need some sunscreen?

Well, I saw someone in high heels. Could've been them ~~she says as she forgot that part d'oh!~~

Toasty's reformed, yo. He got his wish in Angel and Callisto getting together.

Rory, naturally, turned redder.

No, I'm okay. It's warm in here is all.

What kind of an idiot wears heels in SNOW?

And awwwww, Angel-Callisto. By the way, if Callisto says anything to you about me, ignore her, for she is full of lies.

John nods but he still looks concerned.

Okay. Let me know if you need some. I can run to my room and get the SPF 74.

No clue. According to the radio, she ended up in the clinic. You didn't see a skimpily dressed, high heel wearing injured person there?

Full of lies? She wants to kill me so I think I'm on your side with this one. What kinds of things does she say about you?

Rory facepalmed. Again.

Yes, seriously, fine. I have a delicate complexion, so thank you for the concern.

I don't think so. But I was talking to Parker and sorting bandages and watching Dr. Pevensie boss Lee around.

Cal insists that I harbor romantic feelings for someone who I can't date and furthermore don't want to, so pff.

John just keeps on smiling.

Okay. I'm just looking out for you, Rory the Third. I'm cool like that.

Oh, okay. Well, they were there, apparently. Do you not like hookers?

Romantic feelings? Callisto is gossiping about romance? Feh. Her thighs must be cutting off her circulation or something.

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