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"Okay," she said. "Geoff Chaucer's leaving. I'm a little sad I won't get to take another class with him. Also, I'm freezing and it's horrible outside."

"How about yours?"

"Damn! And I never got to take a class with him, either. He was nice the one or two times I've talked to him, but that's a shame." She shook her head. "It's not the best weather, is it?"

She laughed at Angela's question. "How much time have you got? And how much stupid adolescent idiocy can you stand to hear about?"

Angela managed a smile at that. "I'm here all day, and I think I owe you adolescent angst time. What's up?"

Parker grabbed a notepad, for fear of ~~shrubbery~~ eavesdroppers, and wrote down, I sort of had sex with Lee Adama Saturday night.

Angela blinked.

Then she quickly scribbled on the note, underlining Sort of and adding "EXPLAIN?".

Parker face-palmed, then wrote: Kissing, groping, and orgasm for me. Kissing and groping for him. Would've returned the favor, but we fell asleep.

Angela read it.

Then blushed. A lot.

She write back, Oh. Think you'll do it again?

Parker shrugged helplessly, then wrote, He has a girlfriend, remember? If he breaks up with her, maybe. If not, no way in hell.

Angela shrugged. Haven't seen them together in a while -- thought I might just be behind on stuff.

Does Kara know?

Parker ran a hand through her hair. I don't know. She didn't last night when I ran into her in the common room. I'm hoping he tells her soon. Parker underlined that three times. Even if he decides to stick with her, I'd just like to know. Damnit.

Angela nodded vigorously. Better to have it out there than just waiting to explode, she wrote, then winced. Are you still mad at her for the name thing?

Parker made a face. A little. Because she never apologized. More mad about a secret I found out, that I can't tell you. Private. I shouldn't know it. She rubbed her face, then started a new line:

And you guys were right about Jarod. Kill me?

Angela's eyebrows raised about the secret, but her face contorted into a grin.

Well, DUH. And no killing. He's cute, and loves you. Why not try it?

Parker glared at Angela.

No he doesn't.

"Does so," Angela said out loud, then sighed and reached for the pen again.

He sure ACTS like a guy with a crush.

Parker blinkes.

The hell? When?

Angela rolled her eyes. The whole thing with him remembering your dance costume, and the way he looked at you when we were talking about that stupid Web site at Caritas. AND he let you put your leg all over him.

You seriously didn't notice?

Parker stared at Angela's words, trying to make sense of them, then shook her head.

The dance costume was to torment me. And of course he let me put my leg around him, we're friends.

How did he look at me? No, I didn't notice!

Maybe I just don't know genius guys, Angela wrote, then paused. She resumed writing with more confidence. BUT remembering a dance costume seven years later? Do guys even notice that stuff without a crush?

She sucked on the pen. He looked at you like ... like he was too embarassed to really look at you normally, but he absolutely HAD to. If that even makes sense. Like he needed you.

Parker rolled her eyes reading the first part. He remembers everything. That's just Jarod. And he took all these visual memory courses, he can't help it.

The second part made her stare at Angela. Then the page. Then:

Really?

YES.

Ask Isabel. Or Lorne. Or anyone else who's seen you guys together. It's sweet.

Parker stared at that for a while, then shook her head, and smiled.

I think you've all got wishful thinking on this. Maybe... maybe I'll talk to him, when I get back from England, though. If I still feel like this. I might be over it, then. I hope.

Angela shakes her head. She doesn't quite understand why Parker would almost have sex with a guy with a girlfriend, sleep with someone twice her age, and have a friend with benefits, but then get all shy about Jarod.

She can't figure out how to ask that, though, so she writes: Maybe. I hope whatever's best for BOTH of you happens.

Parker smiles at Angela, then simply writes, Thanks. I'll let you know, when I know.

Then she ripped the page off the notepad, and tore it into tiny pieces.

"So, yeah. My weekend. And yours?"

"Not as interesting," Angela shrugged, eyes still on the bits of paper. "We saw a movie with killer fish, and I bought a new scarf. Oh, and I hung out in the common room."

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