230 - Saturday evening
Jake was busy cleaning his new, precious, lovely Coffee machine when the phone call came. He frowned at the phone for disturbing his delicate work, and then picked it up. "Yeah, it's me -- Dad! Hi!"
He flopped down cross-legged on the floor. "Did the party go well? --I hope you're joking about that. I don't want a stepmom." He frowned at the air, then grinned at his dad's reply. "Well, good. What?"
There was a long pause from Jake, who looked more and more startled by the second. "Are you sure?" he said finally. "No, no, of course I want to! I was just surprised, because you always said it would take an apocalypse before you sent me into the field. There hasn't been one, has it? --It's a valid question!
"When?" Jake asked, then nodded. "All right, I can do that."
They talked a little more, sharing gossip, and then Jake hung up and turned to Krycek, beaming, "Dad is sending me out on a real assignment!"
He flopped down cross-legged on the floor. "Did the party go well? --I hope you're joking about that. I don't want a stepmom." He frowned at the air, then grinned at his dad's reply. "Well, good. What?"
There was a long pause from Jake, who looked more and more startled by the second. "Are you sure?" he said finally. "No, no, of course I want to! I was just surprised, because you always said it would take an apocalypse before you sent me into the field. There hasn't been one, has it? --It's a valid question!
"When?" Jake asked, then nodded. "All right, I can do that."
They talked a little more, sharing gossip, and then Jake hung up and turned to Krycek, beaming, "Dad is sending me out on a real assignment!"