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Room 406, Sunday Evening

After the craziness of the last few days, Isabel was grateful for the chance to actually sit and relax for the night. Going for Jack's tattoo and crashing in his room seemed like a long time ago.

But, between dancing with Luke and Anakin, laughing with Cedric, and hanging out with Jack, teasing Xander and watching fireworks with Peter, she'd had fun at the Seahorse party even if the thought of radio still made her twitch. Then again, if she hadn't heard radio, she would have been a little more shocked when Capt. Jack joined her for breakfast Saturday morning.

Then on Saturday, there was graduation. And the school blew up.

Sitting on her bed, Isabel was sorting through copies of the pictures she'd gotten developed.

The door was open.

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"Awesome," Parker said, heading for the drawer, and fishing the bag of Doves out of it, then stumbling over to sit next to Isabel. "What are you doing?"

"Sorting pictures. I got copies of a bunch of different things from over the year," she explained. "I figure I'll give copies to people. Jack mostly."

"Good idea. Ooo, I like that one," Parker said, pointing to one from Friday's party. "And that one. Hey, Angela wants in on the girl's day at the spa. And probably a few other people. What do you think, Friday, when all the newbies are getting in? Miss the crowds?"

"Maybe. Let me see the state on I'm in. I might want to go be bored and blase and try to scare the newbies," Isabel grinned. "But then again, Sven..."

"I'm gonna miss Sven. Maybe I should hire him to go with me to Moscow." Parker flopped over onto her back, and sighed with tiredness. "I can't believe it's over. I kept thinking something would screw up graduation-- and it did!-- but to the point where I wouldn't get a diploma. And now I've got it. It's over."

"And it's only slightly goo covered," she laughed. "Did your dad and Sydney leave okay?"

"Dad and Sam left about the middle of this morning-- with my Porsche," Parker grumbled. "Which I should have expected. I can't drive both cars home when I leave. And Syd just left half an hour ago in a cab." She sighed. "I'm going to miss him."

"Of course they'd take the Porsche. They're manly men. Although personally I think they're just trying to compensate," Isabel said, snickering a bit. "You'll call and email. And I'm sure he'll visit."

Parker looked up and really started to laugh. "Did I apologize for Daddy being oblivious and rude yet? Because I swear, it's like he was *trying* to hit people's buttons yesterday." She sighed. "True. Syd has a few friends on the Oxford faculty. He'll probably be there once or twice a year, if he can help it."

Missing her father was so old, she didn't even have to think about it any more. He could be in the same room, and she'd miss him. Just like this weekend.

"I was neither shocked nor surprised," she shrugged. "But it seemed like I passed, I think. Although can you do me a favor? And have Angelo send a nasty virus to the muscle's Blackberry?"

Isabel nudged Parker's knee with her foot. "He'll be over there. You'll be back here on holidays. It won't be any different then what it's been."

"True. True. It was just nice to be within driving distance, and able to see him if I really needed to." Parker shrugged and sat up, reaching for a chocolate. "And yeah, Angelo's getting an e-mail about that tonight. As well as photos, since he couldn't be here. Sam-the-bodyguard did that to everyone, so there's about five files on my father's account that Angelo is going to have to corrupt." She smiled at Isabel, thinking. "No Syd there, but Captain Jack to torment on occasion. I warned him of that this morning."

"I think he should turn them all into Nigerian spam emails," Isabel grinned. "If you want to send him copies of any of these let me know. I'll forward the files to you."

"Do you think he's going to run?" she laughed. "He turned up in the Perk yesterday morning. We had breakfast."

Parker snickered. "Remind me to show you something he did once... anyway. Yeah, that would be good." She grinned, popping another chocolate in her mouth as Annie came out from under a chair. "No, but he looked resigned. I told him he had to take me to lunch. I think he'll do it to keep me from doing anything awful. What did you two talk about?"

"Occupy and distract to keep you from doing too much damage," she said, reaching for some chocolate. "A little of this, a little of that. He doesn't open up. At all."

"You noticed that, hmmm?" Parker looked thoughtful, and dangled her fingers over the bed for Annie to bat at. "I hope he has friends, in spite of that. The way Jack has us." She was quiet a moment. "He talked about his 'people' once or twice before, but I think they're mostly co-workers. Just an impression."

"One I agree with," Isabel said quietly. "Which depresses the hell out of me thinking that that's how Jack is going to wind up. It shouldn't have to be like that."

"Maybe it won't be." Parker picked up Annie, stroking a finger back along her nose to her head. "He isn't our Jack, after all. The future can be a little different, I think. Enough to leave him space for friends."

"There's Rose. At some point. That's something." She sighed and pushed the pictures aside, slouching down onto the bed. "I told myself I was not going to get emo this week. I'm not sure I'll be able to pull it off."

Parker gave her a narrow-eyed look, thinking of a surprise that was in the works, and said, "You'll feel better as soon as the workshops start, and the newbies are here being shell-shocked and funny to watch. But some angst is unavoidable." She paused. "Stop me before I start singing 'Friends Forever', please God."

"Yeah, can you imagine? Welcome to your new school. Don't mind the smoking ruins." Isabel propped her head up on her hand and smiled at Parker. "I promise, I will. And hopefully I'll be able to avoid the angst a bit. After all, it's hard to be angsty when I'm the one that's going to kill him."

"You are? When is this happening, and should I sell tickets?" Parker cuddled Annie closer, laughing.

"No tickets," she said quickly, horrified. "It's bad enough it made radio."

"What did he do?" Parker said, wondering, then frowned. "Wait. Something about talking to... someone? Warning them?"

"Yes," Isabel grumbled. "Apparently he said something to Peter and it had Hades waving glitter flags. So I'm going to have to kill him."

Parker threw back her head and laughed. "Awesome! Should I even ask if it was even *slightly* justified?"

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