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Songsword - Why you don't let a lab rat cook alone

Summary: Mira and Jason work on a school project together.

Note: This pairing is the same as Fallen Angel, this is just me playing around with things that I can’t in FA. This will be more violent and darker than FA, but you don’t have to read that for this. The AU I’m playing with is one I was playing with in a marvel setting. Instead of her falling in with a certain crew out of NYC, Mira’s dropped into Gotham, but still falling for the bad boys it seems…

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“Sure there aren’t others who would want to work with you?” She was still hiding partially behind the guitar body, which on closer inspection, Jason could see the little etchings on the body. Cacti and foxes, a combo that fit her Texan accent. He couldn’t help but smile a little at that, even if her pale skin screamed a child that probably spent way too much time inside.

"Not really, look, I’d understand if you don’t want a partner, just thought that it would help both of us.”

She shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I just thought that I was an annoyance in class, it’s why the others didn’t want me in their groups.”

-- A year later --

Jason watched the new girl as she sat in the empty music room, sitting in the windowsill, the guitar in her lap. He had seen the twelve year old around school the last few weeks, she was smart, and despite the bullies starting in on her, she managed to not let them get under her skin.

It was part of the reason he kept an eye on her, to make sure she didn’t get into too much trouble, after all, this wasn’t a small town.

“Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand? I guess there might not be too many who would stand beside you now Where'd you come from? Where am I going? Why'd you leave me 'till I'm only good for...“

-- Angels of the silences - Counting Crows - Recovering the Satellites

Her voice was soft as she sang the words, playing on the guitar that was in her lap. He now knew why the chorus girls wished she would join the choir, she had a great voice, even if the music wasn’t something he’d normally listen to. It was far too soft, he preferred a bit of a beat.

She was so focused on what she was doing, she didn’t realize she had an audience, Jason had moved into the room, and two other students had taken his place at the door. Jason at least waited until she was done before speaking. He didn’t want to distract the artist after all. “I was wondering where you disappeared to for lunch.”

The petite pale girl with the silvery blonde hair yelped hugging the black guitar closer to her. “I, I asked and the teacher said it was okay.” She blushed a little hiding behind the guitar, as if ashamed to be caught there. seeing him, then the two at the door she wanted to hide behind her guitar. She didn’t think that she was good enough for more than her teacher to hear her, even though somehow there were the rumors she could sing flying around.

Jason knew part of the skittishness of the girl was the fact she was the smallest in most of their classes, and the quietest, though hearing her speak, he was already wishing she spoke more. The accent was adorable.

Jason smiled. “Easy, I was just looking for you because I was hoping the offer was still holding up. You know for the lab partner in science?” His grades had been slipping a little, though he could blame it on having to skip school a lot lately to take care of his mother. Though the group assignment would boost his grade if he could find a partner.

"Not really, look, I’d understand if you don’t want a partner, just thought that it would help both of us.”

She shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I just thought that I was an annoyance in class, it’s why the others didn’t want me in their groups.”

Jason frowned at that, the kid was younger, but she had proven she was just as tough as any of the other kids in their class. “I think they’re just jealous because you’re smarter than they are.” He stepped into the room and she bit her lip a moment. “You think we can start on it tonight?”

“I have time before Dad gets off work. Should we meet somewhere in town?”

“Think we can meet at the library?” It was a safe place at least. Jason knew it wasn’t far from more protected areas f town, places where she’d be safe. Last thing he wanted was to suggest his place, never knew if his mom was having a bad day, and keeping her from Crime Alley would be a good idea, probably earn him bonus points with her cop father.

“Sure, four thirty okay? I have a class after school, my aunt got me into them and I don’t want to disappoint her. Will also give me time to drop Luce here off at the apartment.”

“Your guitar has a name?” He smiled at that.

She nodded. “Lucifer,” She responded. “Because of reasons.” Her free hand went up to the necklace she wore, a small white gold cross with a crystal. Jason noticed there was a pair of rings hanging on the same chain, wedding band and engagement ring, she was far too young to be married.

“I’m sorry.” He looked away, the ring had to belong to her mother, they were too small for a man.

She let go of the cross. “You don’t have to be. The man that took her, isn’t going to hurt anyone else, Papa made sure of it.” She looked down, she stopped herself from saying more as the bell rank to let the kids know they had to get to class. “Four thirty at the library, right?”

Jason nodded. “I’ll be there.” He watched as she started to put the guitar away. The tidbit she had let slip, made him think about his own mother, she wasn’t always the best, but at least she was still there.

Waiting for you All my sins... I said that I would pay for them if I could come back to you All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming

Jason wasn’t expecting Mira as she was dressed. Her pale hair was twisted up held in place with a purple ribbon. She was dressed in leggings and a leotard, over which she was wearing a baggy purple hoodie. He had been waiting outside and had seen her get out of a fancy black car.

“Aunt June really, it’ll be fine, Papa said he’d pick me up, and really, we’re two blocks from where he works, I can walk there.” She smiled hefting her backpack from the seat floor.

“I just worry dear. Oh, is that your classmate?” The woman was probably about fifty, and was looking past her as Jason stood from the steps, feeling a little underdressed in jeans and a red tee with his black hoodie.

Mira was looking at him and turned to the car nodding. “He’s in a few classes. Now, don’t you have to get to the restaurant? I think you were saying something about your cook making a mess of the menu?” She smiled. “I’ll be fine.”

Jason had managed to walk up to them. “Mira, you didn’t tell me you were June Edwards niece.” He only knew the woman’s face because his mother had worked there for about a week. It had been on good days, and the place had just opened. “Mom raves about how good the food is there.” He added.

“Aunt June’s been teaching me how to cook too. But, yes, I don’t want everyone at school to know okay? They’d hound me for some of the deserts.”

June laughed at that. “Right, I need to get going. Remind your father to stop by this weekend okay? And, if you want to bring your friend along, I’m sure the more the merrier.”

Mira blushed as she drove away.

“Do I want to know?”

“She’s having a get together with her high society associates, and wants me there. I told her I’d go if we finish our school project.” She looked at him. “It’s okay if you don’t want to go, the party is Saturday.”

“I, don’t even have a suit.”

That had her giggle. “It would be all adults, and boring, so if you’re okay with me using you as an excuse to not go I’d appreciate it. Will even throw in lunch on Saturday. That is if you don’t mind pizza. I don’t cook that day, Papa just orders fast food, it’s been our tradition since I was four.”

“You’re inviting me over?”

“The project is due monday, may as well build what we need to at one house. Unless you want me to go to yours?”

He shook his head. “No, that’s okay.” He smiled. “Let’s see what we’ll have to do in the first place.”

She nodded walking with him into the library. As she walked she tugged the ribbon out of her hair.

“It looked cute.”

“Makes me look like a little kid. Aunt June agreed to me picking lessons as long as they were something dignified. I may have cheated a little, true, it’s kind of dancing, but fencing is a bit more than ballet with swords.”

He chuckled at that. “So you’re a musician who doesn’t like dancing?”

“I don’t like the ballet, it’s a little boring for me. Momma liked the ballet though, I went to them for her, now…” She shook her head. “Doesn’t matter, we’re here for our science class right?”

“Right.” He nodded. “Any ideas?”

“Not a volcano, I made one of those with Papa for fourth grade. Maybe, something more technical. I could see if we can borrow some tools from the crime lab if we need to.”

Jason balked at that. “How about we see what we can do without police involvement.”

“Don’t like the police?”

He shook his head. “I’ve gotten into trouble a few times.” He’d leave it at that. The fact he hadn’t done time in juvie was proof that he could at least lie his way out of a situation if needed.

“I don’t care for most of them here, little shady, though Papa’s good, and his boss is cool.” She smirked. “So, what do you want to do?”

“How about something kitchen related?”

“Then we need cookbooks. Aunt June could help too if we need it. Though I’m not bad in a kitchen on my own. At least if it’s something we don’t need an oven for.” She bit her lip a little.

“So, how about something sweet?”

“Candy?”

“We can do different sugar solutions see which makes crystals better?”

Mira stuffed the ribbon into her pocket, her pale hair cascading over her shoulders. “Each solution a different color, we’d need to figure out how much sugar to use, it would be cutting it close for the assignment.” She thought a moment. “Might be a little too close, since most would take a little longer than two weeks. She wants some results in a week.”

“So, something else?” He agreed, the two kept their conversation low as they found the cookbooks.

Every night these silhouettes appear above my head Little angels of the silences that climb into my bed and whisper Every time I fall asleep Every time I dream "Did you come? Would you lie? Why'd you leave us 'till we're only good for...

Hank found Jason and Mira in a back corner of the library. Both had books open, taking notes from them and talking quietly. As soon as Jay noticed Hank there he sat up a little straighter.

Mira turned smiling. “Hi Papa,” She realized the windows they were near were dark. “Oh, we’re late aren’t we?”

Hank smiled nodding. “It’s okay sweetie, you and your friend get work done?”

“Yes sir.” Jason admitted. “We also have a shopping list, we just need the time to go get everything.”

“Well, let me take a look at it when we get home okay Princess,” He held out his hand to Jason. “Please, you’re a schoolmate of Mir’s. Call me Hank.”

Jason looked at him, the man’s face was hard, but not in the angry way most of the cops he had dealt with had been, it was more weathered. His eyes though, he had kind eyes, either he didn’t know Jason’s past, which he hadn’t told Mira any of, most of the people that knew him kept their mouths shut about that, or he just didn’t care.

“Seems weird to be calling you that sir.”

“Then Detective Greason works if you have to be formal. You have a ride?”

Jason shook his head. “I only live a few blocks away, I can walk.”

“Nonsense, I’ll take you home, gives me a chance to see what kind of people my daughter hangs out with.”

Mira blushed at that. “Dad, it’s okay, we’ll have to work on our project on Saturday. unless you really want to go to Aunt June’s party.”

“Ugh, no way. Those high society things she throws have terrible food. Besides it’s pizza night. You like pizza?”

Jason nodded.

“Good, then I’ll order three, with all the toppings. Hot wings too.”

Mira was grinning at that. “Spicier the better. Though no where here has them as good as Carlos’ back home.”

Waiting for you" All my sins... I said that I would pay for them if I could come back to you All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming

Jason leaned back on the couch. Hank had put on a movie until the game came on. Jason was actually enjoying the movie, even though Mira had rolled her eyes, apparently she had seen it a few times.

“You like football boy?” Hank asked as Mira walked off.

“It’s okay,” Jason wondered if this was some kind of family thing. Though wasn’t like anything he had experienced before.

“Darn, was hoping you could tell me how good the Knights are during the game. Guess we can both figure it out eh?” Hank knew the Knights were playing a team out of Pennsylvania and were down a field goal. Mira had gone into the kitchen to check on their experiment. They were making five identical looking cakes, and were going to ask the students in class to taste test them, one was done perfectly, one had too much sugar, one too much salt, and the other two had different flavors, white chocolate and jalapeno pepper. They were going to see how color played into how people perceived food as well as why proper ingredients were key.

Though Mira had made some of the batter into cupcakes for herself, Jason, and her dad, just so that they knew they wouldn’t be poisoning anyone in class.

"I looked you up kid. I don’t mind you hanging out with Mira, but I want to ask you to not drag her into anything you’re into okay?”

Hank’s words had him look over at the man. “Sir?”

“Your juvie record’s worse than mine was at your age, but I get it. This town.” He gave a small grin. “And I mean it, you get her involved and I won’t go easy on you.”

Jason glanced back where Mira was humming softly to herself as she pulled out the things she needed for frosting.

“She’s helping me keep my grades up,” He turned back to Hank. “I’ll do what I can to keep her out of trouble.”

“Then go help her with the frosting while I call for dinner.” The smiling jovial look was back with the man.

Jason found he didn’t want to risk seeing how the threat was. So far, Hank had been nice, better than any of the other cops he had met. And he hadn’t told him to leave yet. Jason figured it might be better to have a friend in uniform than all the enemies he had.

“Papa, where did you put the food coloring? We need this frosting to be blood red.”

“Isn’t that a little bright?”

“Well brown wouldn’t look as good, and Aunt June made us sugar glass bottles to put on it. If we’re going to scare people with this, may as well go over the top.”

Hank laughed. “Not sure if I like the idea of you putting bottles on your cakes. Why don’t we save that for Halloween.”

“But Papa, that’s no fun. I wanted to watch Mrs Ekert faint.”

Jason actually laughed at her pout. “And people think I’m the one to watch out for. You might actually be more scary, wrapped up in that innocent cute look of yours.”

“Well, you vetoed us hiding a freeze dried spider in one of the cakes.”

“Because that sounds disgusting.”

She giggled. “Yeah, but can you see the look on the face of that neanderthal they have as our starting quarterback on the junior varsity team. He’d deserve it after tripping me the other day.”

“Remind me to never get you mad at me. You might give some of the local lunatics ideas.” Jason grinned though, it would be a little funny to watch some of the jocks in their class squirm some.

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