South Attic - Door's open but keep it down - Vala, come back later, please

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka heads back to her room to tidy up and put Lee's girly things away and hide the stuff she bought for Lee until he's ready to talk. Without looking to see whether he's in there, she closes the door to her bedroom, to give him and her some privacy. If he's there. He'll come out if and when he wants to talk. Or maybe he's already at class.

Janet'll be by at some point, and Cally, and who knows who else. Hopefully Callisto and 'yana won't mind all the company if they need to study.

She hangs a sign on the door that reads:

Door's Open But Keep it Down
Vala, please come back later



Possible smut in here farther down. You've been warned.

Comments

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

You're right about Crichton. Definitely weird. Did you see that damned tux? Ewww. *makes a face*

I talked to Cally. I think we're getting somewhere there. She might even try to talk to Vala tomorrow, with a little "Beka-in-the-middle" to keep them from swinging at each other again. Gotta check with Cam though and make sure that's OK with him. Hell only knows how he'd feel about his ex intervening between his current and his wannabe. *laugh*

Gym teacher...haven't met him yet. Though if Jack and Daniel don't put out soon, I swear I'm going to go meet him intimately.

*hugs Janet and whispers in her ear* When Jack leaves, you and I should talk. You've been sad. I want to help.

[janet_fraiser]

Yeah, the tux is...not him. And have you noticed that freakish growth he's calling a beard?

If she takes a swing at Vala again, I'm hauling her down to the clinic and putting her in restraints. Not even the fun kind, darn it. She cannot reinjure those hands again.

I suppose I could cave and drag her to one of the magical healers, but it feels wrong somehow. And also like I wasted years at med school if they can just wave their hands and cure things.

Very nice ass. Also kind of snarky, which I like. Good God, I know what you mean. I'm going to explode.

*hugs Beka back* *whispers* Thanks. Who knows? Maybe you even can.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*hugs Janet and strokes her back, whispering* If I can't make it better, at least I can be here with you. *lets her go reluctantly*

Yeah. What is that all about anyway? *shudders*

I don't think Cally will hit Vala again. She feels really bad. It's Cam. He's like a love potion for broken girls. Hell, I should know.

I could take her, and then you wouldn't know. *grins* No waste. What if one of them isn't around. Or is too wounded to heal herself? My Janet is a very useful girl.

Hm. Nice ass is good. Eyes? I swear I'm going to die. Last night's play with Daniel barely scratched the surface.

[janet_fraiser]

*relaxes into the back-stroking* That'd be nice.

Don't know. But I think I'm getting stuck with the job of finding out. He's stopping by later. I've had to hide away the painkillers from the med kit. He's asked for them three or four times already.

I know she does. I feel awful for her too. The whole situation is kind of messed up.

What I don't know won't hurt me? *grins* I suppose you have a point.

Deep. Dark. Expressive and emotional. Good God, is he a pretty man. And built. You should have seen his demonstrations. I feel your pain. And I want to make someone else suffer so that I don't have to. *rolls eyes* Why do all the boys have to be so nice all the time? I know Daniel and Jack. They're not always this nice.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*kisses her forehead* Promise then.

Oh you're kidding? Do you suppose he ate something odd at the cafeteria?

And Cally? Not so much her fault. Cam confused her. I'm actually proud of her in a way. She thought she was fighting for something that was hers. That takes guts. Twisted, huh?

Something like that. If she keeps injuring herself, I'll track down Paige. Until then, we'll stick to what we know works. Ahem. My Janet is useful, talented, smart, sexy, kind. And if she doesn't stop with the lack of self-worth, I'm going to have to do something drastic.

Oh. Now I must audit gym class. Or not audit. Then he can watch me too. *wink* I so don't know. They aren't that nice, are they? I mean... before the zombie attack, Jack and I were kissing and I thought he was going to take me up against the wall right then. But now? Now he's terrified to touch me. Like I'm going to melt or break or run screaming. *rolls eyes*