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Up on the roof

Michael leads Ms. Parker out of the lounge before Quinn has time to voice a protest. He smiles at her, "Didn't think you'd mind me rescuing you. Let's go somewhere out of the way where we can talk without being disturbed - maybe up on the roof?

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"Terrific idea. I haven't been up there since we beautified it and then cleaned up the beautification." She grins, taking his arm as they head for the stairs.

The view from the roof wasn't something she'd paid attention to before, but it really is lovely; the lights of the town are visible, as are some of the streets, and people moving among the shops after dark. At this distance, they're tiny figures, but still doing recognizable things: window-shopping, stopping to get a newspaper, walking their dogs, parking their motorcycles.

Parker shivers and leans against the railing around the roof. "So. You saw how my day was going. Junk food and airheas. How was yours?"

Michael shrugs. "Quiet. Had some interesting discussions in Religion." He's quiet for a moment. "I'm sorry I haven't been around much. My... guardians have had a lot for me to do lately. I haven't spent much time on campus other than classes." He reaches out and strokes her hair. "I've missed you though."

She smiles, leaning into his hand. "I missed you too." It wasn't quite a lie; she'd had so much to do, she hadn't had time to be lonely. But his name kept coming up, and it was nice to just *be* with him again, instead of having him be an invisible presence in her conversations.

"I've been working on something that I should probably tell you about. Hopefully, it won't have any effect on you, but...."

He raised his eyebrows. "Oh? Sure, fill me in."

"I've been doing research on Angelus." She shivered again, but this time not because of the cold. "There's a project that some other students needed help on, and I got them into Special Collections." She sighed. "And we found out more about Angelus than I wanted to know, but not enough to stop him."

Parker twined her fingers with his. "I just-- I don't want him to go after you, but you need to know to avoid him. He's dangerous, and a hardcore bastard. Avoid him until this is all over, please?"

His face hardens, "Dangerous, how? What did you find out?" His accent becomes even more pronounced when he's upset.

"He pretty much admitted to me that he has another reason for being here at FH other than getting a good education," Parker says. "Evil plans, bwaha. And he's been threatening people-- Maia, Angela Chase, Marty Blank-- off and on."

"We were trying to find a way to stop him. I don't want to get into details, this location isn't secure, so to speak. But we found out things about the people he killed, over the centuries. His entire family. Everyone he knew in Ireland." Parker closes her eyes. "A girl he was obsessed with, who was about to become a nun... It's all ugly. For fun. Just to show he could. Because it's what he is."

She stops talking. "I have to believe this is the right thing to do. I don't see anything in him that makes me believe he's changed, and he's admitted he's got a hidden agenda. Someone has to stop him. Soon."

"And how does one stop a centuries old... whatever he is? and can we even do that here at the school where things are so well protected?"

"Bloodsucking fiend? Use magic. And please, don't ask me more, I won't tell you. If it works, and we don't get caught...." Parker squeezes his hand. "It'll be okay. If not? Well. I can always go to another convent school, somewhere. Or to Timbuktu." She smiles hesitantly. "It'll be all right. I hope. I have to believe that."

"Magic," Michael shakes his head. "I still find this almost impossible to believe." He's quiet for a long moment. "All right," he says finally. "But if he hurts you I make no promises." And if he kills you before I find out what Operations wants, he thinks, Nikita and I are as good as dead.

Parker laughs lightly. "I spent yesterday morning talking to a beach ball. There are no impossibilities, here." She leans against him, and puts her head on his shoulder. "But thanks. It helps, just to talk about this."

"Of course," Michael bends down and kisses her. "Any time."

"Mmmmmmm." Parker follows his lips, not letting go, and twines a hand in his hair. Talking with guys who are *not* touchable had made her... more aware, that Gordon was two weeks in the past, almost. And Michael was more than just attractive.

Finally she pulled back, watching their breath steam in the air between them, running a finger along his jawline.

Michael pulled back a little. Evidence of his desire for her was blatantly physically obvious, but he stepped away. "I think maybe we should take things slowly here. I'd better bring you home while I can still stop."

"Awwwww, Michael...." Parker leaned in for another kiss, but stopped at just the barest touch of lips, sighing. "Damnit." This was how she got in trouble with Gordon, going with the moment. And the last thing she wanted was a tape of her and Michael circulating around the school. "Okay, okay... but soon?" She gave him the most kitten-eyed look in her arsenal, then grinned to show she wasn't pushing.

Michael leaned in once more and whispered in her ear, "Very soon, mon cheri, very soon." He kissed her lightly once more then stepped back again and took her by the hand and led her back to her room.

He kissed her again at her door, longer this time, letting her wonder if he'd changed his mind, then drew back with some reluctance. "Au revoir, mon cheri," he said and was gone like a shadow in the night.

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