Room 406, Saturday Evening

[izzyalienqueen]

It's been a busy few days. There was a interesting and enlightening Conversation with Sam. Then somehow talking about evil aliens in Constant Vigilance had devolved into talking about leather and fishnets with Cedric. She'd nearly hyperventilated at Festivus and helped protest for a dance floor at Caritas. Last night she'd stayed up late looking after and accidently dreamwalking Jack. Toss in cheering at the basketball game and a gremlin on the loose, it's no wonder Isabel not in the mood for the common rooms tonight.

Sprawled on her bed, she flipped through a magazine, quietly mocking the clothes the celebs were wearing.

The door's open.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Only thing to do. I hope Nadia's returned to normal by now," she added, frowning. "Jack's a lot better, by the way. I just came from his room."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Good, I thought he would be. I wound up down there last night," Isabel explained with a small smile. "When we woke up his fever had finally broken."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker grinned. "Poor guy. I'm glad he's better, I think it weirded him out to get so ill. And have *other* people taking care of him."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I had to chase Cedric from the room. It was sweet. But he was so tired and I was up for some god unknown reason," she shrugged. "I just felt bad because Jack was having nightmares."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker shook her head. "I wondered. He said something, and then *wouldn't* say anything, and... yeah." She was very quiet for a moment, then simply asked, "Bad?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Bad," she nodded. "It wasn't intentional. I fell asleep holding him and I guess because I was worried..." Her voice trailed off.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Ahhh." Parker sighed, and rubbed her eyes. "Yes, that would happen, wouldn't it. Is he okay with it? Are *you* okay?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"He seemed okay with it. But I will talk to him about it some more. I think I scared him, or more to say, he was scared for me." Isabel smiled, but it wasn't happy. "Why is it always a white room?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Ahh, Jack." Parker sighed. "Beneath the charm and slickness is... more charm, and sweetness, and enough older dark stuff to re-surface a highway." She tapped her fingers against a desk and said quietly, "Because everything shows up better on white."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I feel bad," she said quietly. "I wish there was a way to make up for it."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"To make it up to Jack?" Parker tilted her head, studying Isabel. "You already have, you know. You trust him. That means more than-- God, so much, to him. That someone can trust him without wanting anything back."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Really?" she smiled. "Good. I'm glad I can do something for him."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Definitely." Parker stretched and said, "So, if you see my camera anywhere, yell. Or if you hear from Janet. I'm going to head for the roof or a common room, maybe. I'll see you tomorrow?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I'll be around," Isabel said as Parker headed out the door. "Night!"