Office Hours, Saturday

[ifwebeworthy]

Don hadn't listened to radio. Don probably should have listened to radio. But, well. It wasn't like he or Thor were expecting any visitors, so he'd had an afternoon of surgery after Thor's class yesterday, and then this morning they'd realized they'd need to hold office hours over the weekend and had to figure out how to make that work.

And now here he was, in his office, trying to catch up on some paperwork while he waited to see if anyone's parents would show up.

(Open office hours are open!

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[if_she_be_worthy]

Jane sat back down and leaned over the desk to squeeze one of his hands. "I know, Don. And it's not--I'm not saying I expect anything. I understand why you didn't reach out to me." Rebuilding your life from the ground up had to be difficult, even when there wasn't the whole SHRA mess going on and you were known to be linked to a god. "I just--couldn't stay in something that was built on bad information."

Don looked up and gave her a weak smile, and she squeezed his hand one more time and sat back. "So. What happened?"

[ifwebeworthy]

"How much time do you have?" Don asked, and when Jane had indicated, wry, that she had cleared her whole weekend, he ran through the whole thing for her: how he and Thor operated, what Thor had done to break Ragnarok, their hopes to resurrect Asgard. When he'd finished, he paused, then asked as delicately as he could, "I know that...a while back Sif's spirit came to reside in you for a time."

[if_she_be_worthy]

In another timeline, Don would handle this poorly enough to get slapped for it, but happily this world was not that one. Instead, Jane sat, thoughtful, for several moments before she said, "I remember what it felt like when Sif's spirit was inside me. It was like...like a great, profound fire." She looked at Don, asking, 'You know?' with her eyes, and he nodded. He knew. It was different, of course, but. He knew. "If it was there now, I'd know. It's not. I'm sorry."

[ifwebeworthy]

"Nothing to be sorry about," Don assured her. "I just had to ask."

[if_she_be_worthy]

"I understand," Jane assured him. "Well. The other me offered to buy me a drink at the bar this evening, and I think I might take her up on that. I have to say, I look good in the armor. Maybe I'll see you there?" Or possibly the other guy, who was less dead than assumed, apparently.

[ifwebeworthy]

"Maybe," Don agreed. "And maybe...the next time I'm in New York, I could take you out for dinner and drinks? We could talk about old times. And maybe some new times."

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"I think I'd like that," Jane said as she stood to go. "I'll see you around, Don."

(Some dialogue in this thread taken/adapted from Thor by J. Michael Straczynski, vol. 2.)