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Jason does find Diana shortly thereafter, and does spend the night... but he makes a special point of only cuddling with her, and not encouraging any instinctive overtures that Diana makes. It's an effort, but one that needs to be made under the circumstances. Diana's initially a little worried about him -- he'd seemed so upset earlier; was everything okay? -but once he reassures her about that, she's happy to cuddle. She's just as warm and nice as he remembered last time, too. He does wake up refreshed, however, and after a quick kiss, he dashes back to the dorm... he doesn't have any early classes today, but he does want to see how Croaker fared that evening.

Jason captures one of the RAs, and asks if anyone saw someone matching Croaker's description around... the young woman nods, "Oh, sure -- Mike. Met him last night. Nice guy. Yeah, I think he's with BJ, why?"

Jason chuckles. "Just wondering... he's a friend, and I wanted to make sure he got home okay. Where's BJ's room at?"

She regards Jason evenly, folding her arms, "Uh-huh. You an ex?"

Jason blinks. "An ex what?"

She gives Jason an amused glance, "Boyfriend, dude. Tell you what -- I'll walk you over, but I don't want any hassling of her for having someone else there, okay?"

Jason groans. "You know what... fine, I'm not going to argue. I'd point out though, that if I were an ex, I'd likely know where she lived... hell, I'm on the fifth floor of this dorm, not coming over from Oakland."

She grins faintly, "You're not really her style, from what I've heard, so you should be okay. C'mon." She leads Jason to a door and knocks on it lightly, "BJ? You got a visitor from the fifth floor!" Jason snerks, but doesn't comment.

The door opens on a yawning BJ, "Hey, Marta, thanks." She looks at Jason and grins tiredly, "Dude, I said later was fine, really!" She smiles, stepping to one side, "C'mon in." Croaker is within, sitting on the floor and still managing to look like he's filling the room. He rumbles happily, "Seer! You did not tell me your friend was a storyteller!"

Jason arches a brow... maybe he misinterpreted BJ's voice earlier... and he feels a slight flush, then, that he jumped to conclusions. "I had to come back anyway, and I wanted to be sure Croaker got home okay... being concerned for his welfare and all," he says dryly, looking between the two. "You managed to break the communications barrier, hmm?"

BJ chuckles as she shuts the door, then waves a hand at a stack of papers with what look like scribbles and drawings on them, "He really isn't from around here. You didn't tell me Michael knew an ancient language." She pauses, then adds a bit sheepishly, "Or, um, had such strong hands..."

Croaker signs and rumbles happily, "We've been telling stories and she likes me and she can read my pictograms from a book and she likes it when I touch her -- thank you again, Seer, for your kindness to me!" The book on the floor next to the papers is a slim volume titled Deciphering Linear B.

Jason blinks bemusedly. "I... didn't know," he says quite honestly, and picks up the book curiously, reading the fly-jacket. The book discusses the translation of the mysterious script found on the many clay tablets unearthed in Knossos, an ancient city located on the island of Crete.

BJ covers a yawn again and moves back over to where Croaker is sitting cross-legged. He offers her a hand and helps her sit back down on the ground in his lap, and she smiles tiredly and leans back against him, murmuring, "Okay, so we got -- no, wait. I'm a bit foggy from tiredness, sorry. Do you have to go now, Michael?"

Jason blinks in shock, though he manages to keep his grip on the book. Crete? That... almost makes sense, though he's not sure that actually means things are hunky dory now. "It's up to him, I guess... if you guys are, uhm... having fun, I don't see why. He doesn't have to be till the club opens later..."

Croaker smiles at Jason, his ears flicking forward curiously, "Is something wrong, Seer?"

Jason smiles wanly, shaking his head... still trying to process the shock. Knossos... the name sounds familiar... he's got to check one of his books in his room at the earliest convenience. "BJ, can I talk to you a minute?" he queries overly politely.

BJ looks like she's fading, her eyes drooping as she leans back against Croaker's chest. She looks very small and pale, cradled against the big black minotaur, but she mumbles gamely, "Sure, Jase. Hit me."

Jason blinks and then looks at Croaker. "Has she gotten any sleep?"

Croaker smiles fondly down at the young woman, then shakes his head to Jason, "She's been fascinated with my drawings all night long, Seer. The only time she stopped was when she accidentally hurt herself trying to jump and grab something out of that upper cupboard there," he nods towards a little cupboard on top of the closet, "-so I gave her a nice massage to work out her muscles a bit so they'd stop hurting." He pauses, then adds a little anxiously, "That... was all right, wasn't it? I was careful not to press too hard...?"

Jason waves Croaker's worried look off, and checks to see if BJ is still awake. BJ sighs softly, murmuring, "...don' wan' sleep..." She's not really awake any more.

Jason groans and puts his face in his hands. "You... 'talked' to her... using Cretan pictograms," he says finally, wanting to be sure he understands.

Croaker looks worried again, gently cradling BJ as she slowly slides half-recumbent in his arms, and rumbling to Jason, "Uh... I don't know, Seer. We were just playing initially -- she was trying to show me how to write. She showed me the alphabet, so I thought I'd show her what I knew too." He adds a little forlornly, "She seemed very happy at my alphabet, once she'd stared at it for a while. That was when she jumped up and got the book out of the cupboard there." He hesitates, then looks down at BJ and rumbles softly, "I... wrote my language for her. She seemed to like it, Seer. I thought you wanted me to please her."

Jason bites back his first few responses... this really isn't Croaker's fault. It's his fault, if you want to get down to it. "Croaker... you're showing her an alphabet that was popular almost three thousand years ago," he says gently. "She's definitely happy, but you've possibly done something I can't explain away."

Croaker's ears droop forlornly as he unhappily regards Jason. "Why do you have to explain it away, Seer?"

Jason sighs, running his hands through his hair. "I don't..." he sighs. "You want me to tell her the whole story, Croaker? That you're the ancient Cretan Minotaur, and you're living with two succubae? Do you think that would go over well? Presuming she even believed me?"

Croaker smiles faintly, "One of them's part human. But I am serious, Seer. Why tell her if she does not ask?"

Jason shakes his head. "Croaker, she's going to ask questions... maybe not that question specifically, but she's definitely not going to leave this be, not now that this Pandora's Box has been opened. She's smart, smarter than me in some places. How would you explain how you knew these pictograms? Hell, last night she thought you were an illegal immigrant, and Beatrice was keeping you for slave labor! She's not going to let this go unless I tell her something!"

Croaker thinks for a moment, his head bowed to regard the small woman in his arms. Finally he looks up and says firmly, "Seer, her scent says she likes me. Please don't be angry with me. You asked me to please her, and I have, and she's happy. I do not think she believes I am slave labor. May I stay until she awakens? If she asks questions then, I promise I'll have her call you. Is that acceptable?"

Jason shakes his head. "Croaker, I'm not... I'm not angry with you. I could never be. I'm angry with me, for meddling in things. I set this in motion, not you. You have more faith in this than I do... but we'll play it your way, for now," he says finally.

The big minotaur heaves a gusty sigh of relief, then smiles again despite his worry, "Thank you, Seer. I will be very careful of her, I promise."

Jason stands and puts his hand on Croaker's shoulder. "Of that I have no doubt, my friend," he replies. He then gives the big man his room number, written on a paper so he'll be able to match the numbers to those on his door, and exits, pondering this new wrinkle. A quick check in his library confirms his suspicions... Knossos was supposedly the home of King Minos of Crete, and the site of the Labyrinth.

Jason shakes his head, "Will wonders never cease," then purses his lips. He decides to let this pass for now... he's got too much other stuff to wrap up. So he goes to class, and touches on his other arrangements for preparing to leave UCA. Next move is BJ's...

A few hours later that day his cellphone rings. When he answers it, BJ says, "Hey, Jason. Micha- er, Croaker says you wanted me to call you. Do you want to come over?"

Jason sighs and nods. "On my way..." He finishes what he's doing and then takes the elevator up to BJ's room.

BJ and Croaker are waiting for him in the hallway. BJ grins, "There you are! Let's go get lunch -- I'm ravenous!" Croaker smiles and nods quietly to Jason, following along as BJ tugs on his arm to haul him along... it's rather like watching a tiny dog trying to lead a Clydesdale. Croaker is still shirtless, and both his fur and BJ's hair is still damp and slicked down with water. BJ grins ruefully at Jason, "Okay, I owe you an apology... it wasn't what I thought."

Jason blinks and follows along in their wake... but he's not in the mood to be that curious about what the wetness entails. "I see," he says neutrally. "So... what do you think now?"

BJ smiles and shrugs, "Beats me... but Michael says he'll do his best to teach me his language." She grins, "Rita is going to be so jealous!"

Jason purses his lips. "And after that?"

BJ and Croaker both give Jason puzzled looks. BJ says, "After what?" Croaker grins and makes a gesture as if he's eating something. BJ laughs, then says, "Lunch! After that, lunch!"

Jason spreads his hands. "I meant, what are your plans after he's taught you an Ancient Grecian language?"

Croaker gives Jason a puzzled frown, rumbling, "Seer, are you trying to lead her to ask more questions?"

BJ smiles, "You silly. How do you know he knows the actual language? He might just be using the pictograms -- the book has been around for quite some time, after all. My thought is we might be able to track his family through his knowledge. After all, even if he knows other pictographic languages too, there can only be a limited number of folks who're in the know in those fields, right?" She smiles, patting Croaker's arm as she looks up at him, "Don't struggle to remember. Just let it flow, okay?"

Croaker blinks... then smiles and nods to BJ. Jason tries not to react... he's not trying to get her to ask questions, but BJ's own response proves to himself that it's not going to end here. BJ is as curious as a cat. Maybe this will lead nowhere, but what are the chances of that? "Lunch then, hmm?" he queries.

BJ nods, "Oh, definitely! Crap, is it that late already?" She grins up at Croaker, "Your fault for talking to me all night!" Croaker looks shocked, and BJ giggles, "I was just teasing, Michael, really! Relax!" Croaker grins uncertainly, and BJ takes his large hand and heads for a small on-campus restaurant with outdoor tables, so Croaker's lack of a shirt won't be an issue.

Lunch is a pleasant affair. BJ is in a good mood and happy to chat with the two men with her, Jason isn't thrown any more disturbing mental curve balls, and Croaker starts to relax again as it appears no one is upset with him, and that Jason and BJ are getting along. BJ does get Jason to interpret several times for her, including getting a phone number for Croaker. She also wants to arrange a time to meet again with the big bull man. Croaker looks a bit nervous at that, glancing at Jason uncertainly when she asks when he's free next.

Jason smiles calmly at Croaker. "You deserve to have a life, Croaker. It's not as if you're a slave," he says in all honesty. He looks at BJ. "He's incredibly loyal, and hangs out mostly at Dante's even when he's not on duty... I'll take a look at his schedule and either I or someone will get back to you on when he's free."

BJ raises an eyebrow amusedly and murmurs dryly, "Really. Tell you what... why don't we just call there right now and find out?" Croaker flicks his ears uncertainly, picking up on... something in BJ's tone, but unsure as to what's up.

Jason shrugs. "Far be it from me to get in the way of an impatient woman," he says in amusement. He pulls out his cell phone. "Do you want to talk to Joe, or do you trust me?" he asks pointedly.

BJ turns to Croaker and asks, "Michael, would you like to meet with me again?" The big bull man smiles and nods, and BJ pats his hand gently (a curiously reassuring looking gesture, despite the immense difference in their sizes), then turns back to Jason and smiles firmly, "Please don't stall me, Jason. You're still acting like there's something to hide. Every time you do that, it makes me intensely curious."

Croaker looks startled, then darts a worried look at Jason. BJ nods, "Right, like that." Croaker's ears twitch nervously and he gets a guilty expression, as if he's not sure where to look. BJ smiles, rising and putting her arm around one of Croaker's massive shoulders, "I'm just teasing, Michael, relax." He smiles weakly, still looking worried.

Jason bites back his initial response for Croaker's sake... if anything, BJ continually puts him on the defensive, which only heightens the tension. He just smiles and grinds his teeth as he dials the number for the club. Joe answers after a few rings, laconically mumbling, "Dante's," and yawning.

"Sorry, Joe, did I wake you?" Jason queries.

There's silence for a moment, then Joes says slightly more alertly, "Jason? What's up?"

"Nothing critical... Croaker is rather taken with one of the young ladies that was here last night, and I'm calling on his behalf to find out what his schedule is...she's impatient to lock down a second date." Jason says dryly.

Joe's voice is muffled for a moment, as if he were speaking to someone else, "Nah, it's all right, honey, it's just Jason... yeah." There's a slightly querulous, sleepy murmur, and Joe says gently, "It's okay. Go back to sleep, sweetheart." He speaks more softly into the phone, "Jase? Tell him the usual is fine -- whenever he wants, as long as working hours are covered."

Jason nods. "Got it. Go back to bed, Joe." He looks at Croaker. "He says whenever you want, long as working hours are covered."

Croaker gives Jason a worried look; BJ looks pleased, "Excellent! Michael, would you like to meet again tomorrow sometime?" Croaker rumbles to Jason, "Is this a bad thing?"

Jason takes a second to ponder how to respond to that, and gives Croaker a playful nudge. "For goodness sake, Croaker, don't look so worried... you can go out and have fun once in a while. They don't need you every waking moment."

The big bull man looks immensely relieved. BJ's expression relaxes slightly at Jason's words, where she stands next to Croaker. He smiles, then carefully turns his head so he doesn't bonk BJ with a horn, and nods to her.

Lunch continues pleasantly, although it is a bit surprising to see just how much food a hungry minotaur can put away. When they're done, BJ offers to split the cost of Croaker's huge lunch with Jason. Croaker grins and shakes his head, pulling out his wallet and producing a handful of cash -- which causes BJ to look a bit surprised in turn. She laughs softly when Croaker quietly insists on paying for her lunch instead, and agrees only on the condition he allow her to buy him lunch next time.

When Croaker goes to pay, Jason quickly scribbles his number on a piece of paper, as well as the number of Dante's. He explains both numbers. "If anything comes up that you and Michael need help with, call me -- day or night," he says offhandedly.

BJ accepts the numbers, then tilts her head, studying Jason curiously. "You really care about them all, don't you. And Michael's a truly nice man, even if he sometimes behaves like he's out of a medieval movie." She hesitates, then adds slowly, "There's something weird going on -- I still believe that... but I don't get the feeling it's bad any more."

Jason's smile is tinged with wryness. "Michael is a good guy... but he needs looking out for. Remember... call, if you need to."

BJ nods slowly, then carefully tucks both numbers away. When she looks up again she murmurs quietly, "Be careful, Jason. You seem like a nice guy too, and I'd hate to... to see something bad happen to you."

Jason tries not to laugh. "Some things are out of my control," he says solemnly. "But I'll be fine. I've got Diana watching my back."

BJ doesn't smile back; she just looks a bit concerned. Croaker returns then, standing behind BJ's chair and offering her a hand to rise. She grins ruefully, shaking her head, "I don't know where your manners came from, Michael, but it's a shame they're not contagious!" He tilts his head with a faintly puzzled smile and she chuckles. "It's a compliment, Michael. You're a unique sweetheart." She bids Jason and Michael a nice day, and cheerfully departs.

Croaker watches until she's out of sight, then heaves a gusty sigh and looks down at Jason, "Did I... was that okay, Seer?"

Jason pats Croaker's shoulder. "You're fine, Croaker. This is uncharted territory." He gets out another scrap of paper and writes something in big block letters. "Keep this in your wallet, though... and if she starts to get tense and demanding answers, just show her this." The paper says in big block letters: CALL JASON.

Croaker nods, accepting the piece of paper and carefully tucking it away. He rumbles, "Is it a cantrip or something?"

Jason can't hold back a more genuine laugh this time. "I can't do magic, Croaker. No, it's just a reminder for her to call me. I'll take care of things from there." He looks at Croaker solemnly. "I hope Beatrice is able to keep you dosed with healing potions, man."

Croaker smiles and nods, then rumbles quietly, "I know she will take care of me, Seer. She is sometimes demanding or terrifying, true, but she chose to mark me when she could have declined to do so. Once you are marked by a succubus, you are truly theirs."

Jason shakes his head. "Don't have to remind me," he chuckles. Croaker smiles, reaching out to companionably squeeze Jason's shoulder with careful strength.


It's the day of Mike's book signing, and Diana and Jason are planning to surprise him there. Folks are lined up around the store, wanting Mike to sign. But as time passes, Jason and Diana persist in not being there... even though they said they would. And Jason's cell phone refuses to answer. It's almost to the end of the signing then, and there's still a line, as well as a crowd of people just lingering around, chatting, hoping to talk some more with the famed author... and then there's gasps and murmuring, and somewhere towards the back the throng of people start to part...

Mike perks... only one person could cause that kind of reaction. Finally the crowd entirely gives way, revealing Diana in a strapless dress and heels that's just the right shade of red... making it hard to tell for Mike -- who can see the succubus as she is -- just where her creamy flesh ends and the dress begins. Her tail is swishing back and forth coyly, as if pointing up just how much more 'devilish' she's gotten in Mike's absence. Even the most zealous fan gives way to her entrance. But for all the pomp and circumstance, her show is meant for one person alone. When she reaches the table, she reaches over and coyly takes Mike by his tie. "Signing's over, folks... Mike has a date to keep," she purrs.

There's a murmur of disappointment from the fans. Mike's just staring at Diana, trying hard to remember to keep breathing. Diana grins impishly at Mike, "Well? Coming?" Mike blinks, then coughs, flushing... then grins ruefully and shakes his head, "I don't think I could say no if I wanted to, Diana. Do I have enough time to collect my stuff and thank folks?"

Diana smiles demurely, "But of course!" Mike hastily collects his things, courteously thanks his fans, notes amusedly he's being shanghai'd -- there are a few amused murmurs of, "Aw, the poor man!" Then, firmly holding on to the ragged shreds of his dignity, Mike offers Diana his arm, and they proceed out. It is perhaps a testament to Diana's presence that no one offers to follow... and to Mike's presence that he can talk at all after that!

As the two come outside into the late afternoon, they look towards the premium parking space Mike's rental was given, up front. Jason is there, leaning on the hood, looking not quite like Tom Cruise... in fact, if anything, he's dressed more like a dapper chauffer complete with hat; who knows where he got it. "I'll take your keys, Mr. Hellinger... you two can get in the back." He grins, looking a little devilish himself for a moment. Thank goodness Diana could tell by smell which car was Mike's, else the dramatic effect wouldn't have been pulled off!

Mike laughs, then fishes his keys out of his pocket and tosses them to Jason, "You two are a riot." He waits until the car's been unlocked, then opens the back door for Diana, who smiles dazzlingly and slides gracefully inside. Mike pauses long enough to roll his eyes and murmur amusedly, "Give me strength!" before he too slides in... somewhat less gracefully. He has time to buckle his seat belt and cheerfully inquire, "So where are we hea- mph!" before Diana coils herself sensuously around him and buries his words in a kiss.

Jason straps himself in, looking at the reflection of the two in the rearview mirror. "You let me worry about that... you've got other... problems?" he says cheerfully, starting up the motor and pulling the car out of the lot... there's a faint giggle from Diana, followed by a gasp from Mike... and then there's mostly silence from the back. Mostly. There certainly isn't any coherent conversation.

Jason tries not to crow with glee as he drives slow, giving them time to enjoy themselves... he spent a lot of time setting this up. He'd have gotten a limo, except that he wouldn't have been able to drive it... so hopefully Diana will be distracting Mike from the fact there are no tinted windows preventing anyone from seeing what they're up to back there!

Poor Mike isn't going to be capable of coherent thought for a while, from what Jason can see in his occasional peeks at the rearview mirror. Diana has obviously been learning from her time with Jason, and Mike doesn't stand a chance when she deliberately turns the heat on. Indeed, Jason can feel the soft, sensually inviting 'pull' himself, much like Diana's silky hair caressing his skin when she turns to speak to someone else. Fortunately it's not directed at him, and he doesn't have any trouble with his driving. It is an exceedingly pleasant sensation, though.

Jason lets it proceed apace, though as they near the restaurant he does call back to them. "We're almost to Chartre's, Diana... might want to freshen him up..." he suggests, reminding her that she has to behave at the restaurant... more or less. Chartre's is one of the classier restaurants in the SF area, and fortunately waving the name of Michael Hellinger around assured a reservation.

Behind Jason, Diana giggles. This time Mike just groans, then mumbles, "Kill me, kill me now..." Diana sounds a little hurt, "I'm being careful!" and Mike laughs softly, putting his arms around her, "Sweetheart, I'm being facetious. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to remain calm around you -- let alone stopping just because we're nearing a restaurant?"

Diana purrs with quiet pleasure, and a moment later Mike gasps, "Diana, please -- if you want me to be presentable you're going to have to let me breath occasionally!"

Jason barks a laugh. "Diana, behave... remember about behaving?"

Diana sounds like she's half-grinning, half-pouting, "Oh, you guys never let me have any fun!" Mike gasps, "My god, if this is not-fun, I'm a dead man!" Diana giggles again. Jason can't stop grinning himself...this is amazingly fun for him too. And maybe a little wicked, unleashing Diana's wiles on someone else...

There's some rustling around -- a quick glance in the rearview mirror reveals far more of Diana's lovely chest than Jason was quite prepared for, as she tugs her dress back into place -- and then Diana cheerfully sings out, "All presentable!" Mike mutters something about needing a drink, and Diana giggles again -- she's very obviously having way too much fun too!

Jason finally pulls the car into the lot, turns off the ignition, and looks back at them fully now as he takes off the silly hat. "Ready?" he queries, eyes sparkling as he checks the damage on Mike.

Diana beams delightedly at Jason, "Definitely!" -- and for a moment, with that focused and golden-eyed gaze turned directly on him, Jason knows precisely what Mike's feeling. The heat rushes through his body and roars in his ears and all he can see is the graceful, cuddlesome, warm, eminently desirable woman before him... Diana looks bright, perky, and delicious enough to eat right there -- or to die for. Mike looks flushed and a bit breathless, and he can't seem to keep his gaze away from Diana for long, but he is enough of a professional that he does indeed look presentable.

Jason needs a moment, there... perhaps only because of his greater exposure to Diana in the interim, he can actually resist that supernatural charm. Granted, he does so grudgingly, but... tonight is Mike's night, he reminds himself. I'm mostly here to provide intellectual stimulation... He gives this sober look to Mike. "Now before we go any further, I'd like you to sign an agreement... just this little thing about your soul..." he suggests, the corners of his mouth tugging up.

Mike stares at Jason incredulously for a moment -- then barks a short laugh, "Oh, right, just trying to help get others on board, right?" He grins, then narrows his eyes thoughtfully, "What's that?" He reaches out a careful hand towards Jason's left ear. Diana glances around Mike, then says proudly, "Oh, that! That's my mark. Didn't it come out pretty, sweet?"

Jason chuckles, only a little red at the fascination. "I hope you like it... you've got an appointment to get one just like it..." he comments impishly.

Mike says slowly, "It's... strangely beautiful, Diana." His fingers brush lightly against Jason's mark, and Jason feels a curious, pleasant warmth. The half succubus brightens noticeably at Mike's reply, hugging him happily from the side, "Thank you! I'll do my best to make sure yours is just as nice!"

Jason finds himself blushing harder... Mike's touch wasn't meant to be intimate or even affectionate, and yet there was still an odd moment of... connection. He doesn't comment on it, but as the others get out he takes a moment to try and get a look at it in the mirror, suddenly remembering that in all the hustle and bustle he'd never looked closely at it... the little rearview mirror isn't very satisfying. Jason can get a flash of something... color? Movement? -near his throat and under his left ear, but that's about it. Maybe in one of the bathroom mirrors he could get a better view?

Jason grimaces, making a point of it in his mind to get a better look at the earliest opportunity... slipping out of the front seat, he closes the door and locks it. He tosses the keys in the air and catches them, slipping them into a pocket. "Lady and gent... history awaits." he drawls, a skosh hammily, as he moves to join them.




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