never let school interfere with your education [ota; mtw]

[numbersnfigures]

A great deal of noise came from a cabin not far from the library. Spencer Reid was moving desks around at what was to be the new school. The Weasley twins had been so kind as to somehow produce a number of desks which looked exactly alike. Strange, he thought, but there was nothing about the woods that he would classify as ordinary. He had

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[fullbodycyborg]

"Are those school desks?"

Motoko folded her arms in the open window and peered inside at Spencer and the the contents of the room. She looked amused and curious at whatever he was doing.

[numbersnfigures]

Spencer glanced up and smiled at the woman he remembered from his conversation at the stream.

"Yes. I'm hoping to open a school for the minors once I get a few more things sorted out."

[fullbodycyborg]

"Aren't you sweet." Motoko didn't look at him but was busy inspecting the room.

Heaving herself up into the window by her arms, she effortlessly pulled her legs between her hands like an athletic and let her feet land on the floor. The wooden floorboards creaked a bit under the weight of her synthetic body. Now leaning back at the window from inside, the Asian woman finally did look back at him and her smile widened into a proper greeting.

"A school, hm. Seems like a lot of work in a place like this. Isn't it a bit of an odd choice?" Motoko tilted her head to the side and regarded him. It was a genuine question and not judgement, it seemed.

[numbersnfigures]

It had been a lot of work. Thankfully JJ and the rest of his team had been giving him a bit of a hand when they could.

"Going back to school is a normalizing experience that's often recommended for children to return to relatively quickly after they experience trauma. Unfortunately, with limited resources, this place won't be a lot like their normal schools, but at least they'll have somewhere to go every day and something to think about besides the fact that they're trapped here."

[fullbodycyborg]

The Major paused at that and took a step to the side to leaned back to sit on the nearest desk. Her eyes drifted from Spencer and she folded her arms beneath her chest and put one hand up to her chin; looking thoughtful.

"I guess that's true..." She mused, and smiled... and seemed strangely understanding. Uncalled memories of her own childhood made themselves known and she had to agree with his assessment. School and the military had become her escape after the trauma of loosing an entire life and body.

Another moment lost in thought, and Mokoto perked up and looked at Spencer. "Okay. So.. need any more help with these desks, Mr Reid?" She stepped aside and leaned her hand son one, offering help to move things if he wanted to focus on determining the layout. Or whatever he was doing.