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Michael knocks softly on the door to room 234/236. "Parker, it's me, Michael. I tried to come by yesterday, but you said you wanted to be left alone. Is this a better time?"

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Parker opens the door, looking mildly embarassed. "Hello, Michael." Stepping back, she waves him in. "Yes, I was just working on some homework. I, uh. I'm in a better mood now." She winces. "Without being perky, thank God."

Michael leaned in and gave her a kiss. "You did seem a bit... overly enthusiastic on Friday." He smiled, "I had a wonderful evening with you, though."

Parker kisses him back lightly, then groans, burying her head in his shoulder. "...wsss posssssd!" she mumbles incoherently against him.

Michael held her tightly, stroking her hair, and kissed her lightly on the top of her hair. "Well, you were one of the most beautiful possessed women I've ever met."

Parker groans, laughs, and pulls away with a sigh. "Thanks. Blame Professor Drusilla, she of the 'look into my eyes, dearie,'" Parker imitates Dru eerily. "I should have sent her calamari for Sunshine, or dead roses, or *something* so she wouldn't come looking for me after I caught her attention last month."

Parker pulls Michael into the Headquarters, and collapses on one of the large Love Sac chairs, pulling him in next to her.

Michael gracefullly falls into the chair with her, taking advantage of the closeness to play with a loose strand of her hair and stroke her face. "Calamari, eh? I'll have to remember that one. You're all right now, though? No ill effects?" His concern for her is obvious.

Parker closes her eyes, enjoying the attention. "Yes. No urges to hug everyone, or tell them my real name." She blinks up at him. "Not even you, yet. Sorry." Leaning into his touch, she sighs. "And... while I was blitzed out on sweetness, I went to see Rob Gordon." She closes her eyes. "I was trying to be *nice* to him. God."

Michael becomes very solemn. "How did he take that? Do I need to go have a word with him?"

"No! No." She grabs his hand, and squeezes it. "Actually, it would be funny, if it weren't pathetic." Parker winces. "I was so high on Nice, that I dumped him all over again, only in a sickeningly treacle way. I called him yesterday, and..." She goes quiet. "Called him an asshole. And he told me that he was sorry. I don't know, something I said while tripping out must have gotten through to him."

"So it's over, and he gets it, and it's fine." She closes her eyes again. "Can we never talk about him again? Please?"

Michael smiled and kissed the hand that was clinging so determinedly to his. "As my lady wishes."

She smiles wickedly without opening her eyes. "Can I get you to say that to my next suggestion?"

Michael leans in to kiss her on the forehead. "I suppose that would depend on what the suggestion is, but," he shrugs, "Most likely, yes."

She grins, then finally opens her eyes. "Dance with me? Here? Now?" She looks wistful. "I feel like I missed half the Homecoming Dance, running around and hugging everyone and being frantic. A real dance would be... lovely."

"I would be honored." He stood up, pulling her out of the seat and into his arms. He stroked her hair and began to hum softly to her as they began to dance.

Parker smiled to herself, and laid her head on his shoulder, singing the words under her breath, as they dance alone in her room.

Non, rien de rien, non je ne regrette rien,
Ni le bien qu’on m’a fait, ni le mal, tout ça m’est bien égal.
Non, rien de rien, non je ne regrette rien.
C’est pay? balay? oubli? je me fous de pass?

No there's nothing at all
No, I have no regrets
Not the bad or the good I've been done
I don't care - it's all one
No there's nothing at all
No, I have no regrets
It's all paid, all forgot, swept away
I move on day by day.

As he came to the end of the song, Michael titled her head up tohis and kissed her till she was breathless. He pulled away a little and looked at her seriously. "I think I had better go before we get in over our heads here. Unless...?" He leaves the question hanging in the air.

She smiles, and leans her forehead against his. "Much as I'd like to tonight... no. I'm still tense, from the election, and..." She pulls away, then leans in for one last lingering kiss. "Soon, though. Soon."

Parker is still smiling as she goes back to her books, brushing her fingers across her lips before she re-focuses on her studies.

"non, non, No there's nothing at all
No, I have no regrets..."

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