fandomhighdorms | Fourth floor common room, Monday evening

"No. Never been here before." Parker smiled in satisfaction over *that*, at least. "She seemed pleasant. Bright. Hopefully she can teach. The other one was a flake, but this Rose apologized for her, so I don't think you have to worry about it."

"So far she seems pretty cool." Anders shifted positions with a bit of a wince. "It was mostly introductions this week, but she was asking everybody what sort of stuff they want to see in the class, so it should be fun, at least."

He laughed. "She seemed pretty upset about missing the World Cup."

"That's good, at least." Parker snickered at the World Cup mention, then yawned. "I checked in on Dr. Wilson, he's okay." She scowled suddenly. "And the jackass teaching Gods and Myths. You're not taking that, are you?"

"Wait, what happened to Doctor Wilson again? I'm so unclear on that."

Anders's face fell briefly. "I am taking that class," he said cautiously. "Should I worry?"

"Someone attacked him L.A., bashed his skull in, broke his bones, cut off a finger, and left him for dead. Angel found him." Parker's expression went grim. "He's pretty lucky to be okay so quickly." She sighed. "And the person teaching it is a leather-wearing mind-playing sadistic freak named Ares. Possibly? The God of War."

"Holy frak," Anders breathed, his imagination conjuring up far too vivid mental pictures of what that must have been like. "What kind of sick bastard would do something like that to a nice guy like Doctor Wilson?"

His jaw dropped again at the mention of Ares. "Oh, you are frakking kidding me. The God of War? Only in Fandom."

"I have no idea. Neither does he, sadly." Parker sighed. "The concussion gave him partial amnesia of what happened, he doesn't even remember getting attacked. Big cities suck, that's all I can think of." She tilted her head again, eyes falling half-shut. "Yeah, if he really *is* Ares. Which, I'm assuming he's *somebody's* Ares. He knows Callisto." Parker scowled. "They're not friends."

"Whoever did it," Anders said forcefully, "I hope they catch the motherfrakker. Wilson's never done anything to deserve that."

He whistled. "He knows Callisto? I don't know if that's a good thing or not. Wow, I'm glad I have until Thursday to prepare for this class."

If he had any energy for it by then.

That, Parker can agree with completely. "Ditto. I'm sure Angel's still looking for them. He wasn't happy he had to take Wilson to the hospital in L.A." She grimaced. "And yes, he knows Callisto, not that it proves anything. Just watch your step around him. He's not exactly subtle, so it shouldn't be difficult. Drama queen."

"So does that mean I should think twice before I grill him about whether he's connected to the Lords of Kobol?" Anders asked, looking both intrigued and terrified by the prospect. "Great. I can already see this is going to be a fun semester . . . speaking of which, you in Aly's class with me tomorrow?"

"If you get a straight answer, let me know." Parker shook her head. "And yes! Yay, revolutions! Overthrowing governments! Et cetera."

"Yay for more classes I'm never going to need in real life," Anders said ~~without a hint of irony, because really, like he knows at this point~~. "But it's Aly's class, so it's gotta be fun."

"True enough. I do like here, even though Alanna still freaks about her, sometimes." Parker grinned. "And you never know, Daisy. There might be an invasion. Oh wait, that was last month."

"We have invasions all the time," Anders pointed out. "That's not overthrowing governments."

He cast a glance at the ceiling as something occurred to him. "Which makes me wonder what Professor Roslin would say if she knew I was taking that class -- she was all big on me understanding and appreciating government last semester."

"No, but she appreciates good government. If it's a bad one, I think she'd understand that there comes a point where the overthrow is utterly necessary." Parker might be wishing things could be that easy in her own life. "A coup here, a small rebellion there... it'll be fun."

"Okay, okay." Anders held his hands up. "You've got me sold on the idea, all right? But if I ever end up a terrorist later in life, it's so your fault, Parker."

~~Parker for the win!~~ "Totally understood." Parker yawned happily. "Team Parker stages a revolution tomorrow."

"Do I get to be on Team Parker?" Anders asked hopefully, before yawning himself.

"Sure," Parker said generously. "You were there when I muahaha'd at the newbies. You freaked some out. You're on the team." She yawwwwned again. "Oh, mannn...."

"Stop that," Anders complained as another jaw-cracking yawn kept him from further protest. "So frakking tired lately. All the time . . ."

"I do wonder why." Parker rolled her eyes at him. "Go. To. Bed." She got up, swishing the kimono around herself, and held out one hand to him. "I'll pull you up."

"Oh, thanks," Anders said, meaning it. He took the hand she held out and started to lever himself up off the couch. "Ow -- motherfrakking -- ow!"

Parker's mouth thinned to a line as she leaned back, pulling Anders upward. "You okay to get down the stairs?" she asked quietly.

Anders nodded. "Yeah," he said through clenched teeth. "Down's a lot easier than up. Thanks."

The gratitude was as much for her lack of biting commentary as it was for the hand. He hoped she knew that.

Parker's jaw set, but she nodded, saying, "You can lean on me for the stairs." She sent Bel a dark look. "And then? Sleep. And nothing else, Daisy."

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