http://prof-cregg.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2006-02-14 10:44 am
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Office Hour

She's parked herself at her desk, grading speeches that she's been putting off. She's entirely interruptable...and it might just smell like chocolate cake in her office.

[[Jack for sure...and anyone else]]
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[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Jack nods. "I like that. I bet I could outrun vampires on that. Which is a handy thing in this town." He leans back. "You don't have to get it for me, though."

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Good. I'm not going to." she leans back and smirks at him. "Spoiled rotten...you don't get anything more until you come home more often. Waffles and LEGO and swords are just bribery. Come see me more often or I'll get you another pinata."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey!" Jack protests. "That's just mean. Dangling things in front of me and then yanking them away." He fakes the best pout he can, which is really quite good.

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm also not giving you my credit card anymore. See how you like them apples." She glares at him, also really quite good. "You know that kind of thing doesn't work on me. Pouting gets you nowhere, kid."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
Jack drops the pout and frowns thoughtfully. "How about begging?"

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Begging works sometimes." she looks like she's seriously considering this and nods.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
Jack leans forward and props his elbows up on the desk, resting his chin in his hands. "How about negotiating?"

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
"What do you bring to the table? Negotiation is all about reciprocity, Chip. You learned that last term."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
Jack grins. "How about... I spend every Saturday night -- barring nights that I have dates -- and Sunday day at home, with you and the Doctor and whoever else is joining us, and you continue to spoil me rotten."

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Throw in helping with breakfast and coming on Sundays regardless of dates and you have a deal."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Deal," Jack says instantly, and holds out his hand to shake.

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
She extends her hand, but catches him by the wrist instead. "Get over here."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
Jack gets up and comes around the desk. "Yes, Mom?" he asks innocently.

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Give me a hug, you weirdo." She laughs softly and pulls him close. "I really lucked out finding you."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
He wraps his arms around her and squeezes. "What do you call it when you're beyond lucky? 'Cause that's what I am. Thanks, Mom."

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Beyond lucky is defined in the dictionary as 'Harkness' I think."

SHe hugs him back tightly, rocking back and forth. "I love you too, kiddo."
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