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2nd Floor Common Room - Monday after classes

Dick had all his stuff packed for his trip back to Neptune and now he was bored and in pain. He got a bag of ice out of the fridge and put it over his black eye. Then he settled himself on the couch and was switching between Golden Girls and Vanessa Saturn reruns.

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Dick wasn't in his room when she went looking for him so it was only natural that she try the common room next. It bothered her to think that he might actually leave without trying to see her first.

Seeing him on the couch didn't surprise her, neither did the bag of ice.

"Hi," she said softly so she didn't startle him, and she sat down on the arm of the couch, looking down at him.

Dick took his eyes off the TV to look over at Annette. "Hey."

"Hi," Okay. Tension sucks.

He smiled a little bit. "I think the hellos have been established."

"My mouth seems to have gotten me in trouble lately so I'm taking it easy."

Dick nodded. "Yeah, I know how that is."

"Your mouth or mine?"

"Both." he said with a grin.

She nodded. "I'm sorry. I am working on this, promise."

"You don't have to be sorry." he said, glancing back at the TV momentarily. "It's what I like about you." It was nice having someone like him around.

She glanced over at the TV too and murmured a thanks, cause really she never would have thought her big fat mouth would be liked so much.

"I got called a bad name today."

"What bad name?" he asked. Not that he was in any shape to exact more revenge. "And by who?"

"Slut," she said softly, looking away from him.

"Who the hell called you that?" he asked.

"Turtle did. I'm so tired of her being mean to me, Dick. I tried to be nice and apologize to her and look where it got me. I get called a slut."

"What the crap did she do that for?" he asked. "If she listened to radio last night she would know that whole thing wasn't your fault." Of course she would have had to pick that out between Dick's drunken ramblings.

"It doesn't matter. Anything can happen and give Turtle an excuse to be hateful to me." She didn't think it prudent to mention the fact that she threw a forkful of mashed potatoes at Turtle at lunch.

"How is your eye?"

"Hurts a little, but I'll live. I've had a lot of black eyes over the years." he said. "And I'll probably get more."

"I hope not, Dick, and definitely not again on account of me."

"Now, this is the first one I got over you." he said. "All the other ones before had been for completely different reasons. And you know, a lot when I was drunk."

"Still, just saying I don't want you hurt over me again. Next time I will take care of it, okay?" Annette looked back at the TV but couldn't concentrate on it.

"Were you going to come see me if I hadn't come in here? And when are you leaving exactly?"

"Yeah, I was going to stop by later tonight." he said. He figured that would have given him enough time to figure out what to say. "I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon. Got a portal all set up."

"Want me to leave so you can stop by later tonight?" Annette didn't like to think about him leaving even though she thought the whole portal thing was cool.

He grinned. "You don't have to leave. I was planning to sleep over there anyways."

"Um. Okay. That sounds nice." Annette could ramble here, she really could, but she figured it best to not say much. Dick might have a headache.

"You okay?" he asked. "Apart from being devestated about my leaving."

"I will survive it, Dick, just like you said," she said more sternly than she had intended. "And yeah, I'm fine. Are you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be okay? I get a new mommy this weekend." he said sarcastically. Not that it really bothered him that much. It would bother him more if Kendall wasn't so damn hot. "Think she'll read me stories before bed?"

She gave him a look and slid down off the arm of the couch to sit by him. "Uhh, okay. You haven't told me a lot about that but I'm sensing a little hosility here?"

Oh, that's right. He talked to Phoebe about that. "Just a smidge. She's a goldigger, obviously. I expected nothing less. It just gets annoying when a chunk of your inheritance goes down the drain with every divorce."

"And she upsets Beaver." said Dick. "I'm the only person allowed to upset Beaver."

"I don't get it - if it's so obvious that she is a gold digger then why is your dad marrying her? And maybe you could talk Beaver into coming here?"

"Uh, cause she's hot?" he said. Cause he didn't really know the reason why his dad was marrying her. Dick didn't talk about that sort of stuff with his dad. He didn't care to either.

"Ha, Beaver wishes he could come here. But I got sent here as punishment." said Dick. "Beaver doesn't do bad things. Not unless I'm there to make him do it."

"Oh." Annette guessed that was as good a reason as any. Wait. No it wasn't. "That's just stupid. Really stupid."

She was frowning, "Then just leave Beaver alone to do whatever he wants. Maybe he has friends he can hang out instead of staying at home so much with her."

"He does have friends." said Dick, getting a little defensive. Beav had Logan and Luke and Casey...well, okay Dick made those friends for him. Jeez, when he thought about it Beav was pretty pathetic. Dick sort of liked it that way. Nobody else was going to let him boss them around.

"It's not the spending time with her. It's the money thing." said Dick. With Beav it was always about the money thing. Really, being rich was the only thing the kid had going for him.

Picking up on that defensive tone, Annette said softly, "I didn't mean to imply that he didn't have friends, Dick."

And everything, in the end, boiled down to money. Especially in her world and in Dick's. There was no way to get around it. It was just there.

"Yeah, I know. Sorry." he said. "It's a reflex. But if you ever see Beav don't tell him that I get defensive. He wouldn't let me live it down."

"All right," she smiled slowly, "I won't." She was curious about Beaver though. "I hope I get to meet him someday. Which, uh, speaking about family, my dad plans on calling you when you get back."

"Oh, really? That's...that's nice." he said slowly. He was flailing on the inside of course. But at least knew that over the phone Annette's dad couldn't kill him.

"You really shouldn't worry, Dick. It will be okay. Just don't hang up on him. He hates that." Annette was worried enough for the both of them.

"Right. No hanging up. Got it." he said. But he knew if things got too bad he'd probably hang up. And never pick up the phone again.

"You can lie too. Just go with the flow of the conversation. If he asks you if you slept with me? Don't lie there okay, but really, fine. It will all be fine."

"Uh..." Maybe instead of dumping him, Annette was just trying to get him killed. "Oh-kay."

She cringed a little, "I kind of told him, Dick. So if you lie, he will know you lied and think you are a liar and not fit to date me. So just tell him the truth. That you slept with me. Just slept if you know what I mean."

He didn't but he nodded anyways. That's just what he did when he was confused.

"K, great. Perfect. Glad we got that out of the way. So, ummm, how was workshops?"

He shrugged. "Tried to keep out of the way. I think I might actually get away with the whole fighting thing."

"That's...good to know." She wouldn't want him to get in trouble.

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