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It had been over a week since the night of the ball, and two days since drinking with Daniel on the basketball court, and yet Alcuin still did not feel quite right. He was restless, easily agitated. Perhaps it was partly the ticking away of time; in just a couple of weeks he will have been on the island for two years. Maybe it was just an outpouring of things he'd been keeping bottled up. In any case, it was completely ridiculous that his love life could be so complicated when, for all intents and purposes, he had none. But thinking of Daniel, Jack, the Doctor, or even Brian Kinney... it all just made his head hurt. Or made him miss Anafiel and Giacomo or even James, terribly. Or worse still, to wonder constantly...
What's so wrong with me?
The term was over and he had no classes to distract him, but he still knew that gaining knowledge on his own was probably still the best he could do in terms of losing himself. He certainly wasn't going to be drinking any more moonshine.
So he camped out in the rec room with a cup of hot tea and and a coffee table full of books on twentieth century (Earth) history, as that seemed to be the time period that most people here were familiar with. After two years, it still irritated him when he didn't understand what seemed to be common references.
He was just getting into World War II when he picked up his tea and found it cold, just as he was trying to figure out why the name "Guy Burgess" seemed so familiar. Still, he was absorbing the material quite quickly, even without the help of a tutor. Which was fortunate, since he apparently had the unfortunate habit of falling in love with them.
He turned the page, forgot about the tea again, and made a face when he took a sip.
What's so wrong with me?
The term was over and he had no classes to distract him, but he still knew that gaining knowledge on his own was probably still the best he could do in terms of losing himself. He certainly wasn't going to be drinking any more moonshine.
So he camped out in the rec room with a cup of hot tea and and a coffee table full of books on twentieth century (Earth) history, as that seemed to be the time period that most people here were familiar with. After two years, it still irritated him when he didn't understand what seemed to be common references.
He was just getting into World War II when he picked up his tea and found it cold, just as he was trying to figure out why the name "Guy Burgess" seemed so familiar. Still, he was absorbing the material quite quickly, even without the help of a tutor. Which was fortunate, since he apparently had the unfortunate habit of falling in love with them.
He turned the page, forgot about the tea again, and made a face when he took a sip.