AN: Set around that first hour in the house in season 2, before Perry goes to the student paper. Featuring Evil!JP and the JP-is-possessing-Perry's-body-theory. I completely butchered this song, I'm sorry.

There was an awfully cheery song playing in the background that made Lola Perry's eye twitch. LaFontaine had decided that… that USB-stick was picking the music, since he was after all living in the computer, but that meant he got to annoy Perry every damn time she was in the room. Like right now. She had just witnessed him and LaF setting him up on their computer, wiring it to the flat-screen, and found an Ethernet connection. LaF had been all smiles and laughter, and JP knew all too well how much his and LaF's relationship annoyed Perry. So naturally, as soon as LaF left, he put on the cheeriest song about someone wondering if the other person loved them or not.

The song was so soft that it could be seen as a comforting gesture of JP, but Perry knew better. Besides, the song included the word honeypie. No good could come from that.

You don't love me, I will die…

She felt angry and sad all at once, and she felt ridiculous speaking to the empty room. "What are you trying to accomplish?"

The dandy, so annoying voice filled the empty space. "If LaF doesn't love me, the plan won't work."

"What?" She hadn't meant the particular lyric, obviously. What was he on about?

"They'll never notice the transition. And when it's too late, I'll tell them you left them by choice. That you'd rather be gone than deal with this abnormal university and their weird habits."

Nothing clicked, but she realised JP was going to try to do something to her. He was a flashdrive, but she backed towards the door all the same. She knew JP wanted a body more than anything. "You really think you can convince them of that? That I'd leave them just like that?"

JP suddenly let out a series of beeps, and then spoke in a different voice, somewhat similar to Perry's own. "I couldn't deal with it, LaF! You've always been my very best, female friend, and – this is too much, that and Silas is too much, vampires and demi-gods and nonbinary… I had to leave, I couldn't deal with it." The voice cracked back into his own, and Perry gaped. "That will translate into a letter quite nicely, don't you think?"

She sputtered. "You – you can't do that!"

"Oh, I can. The Silas Ethernet contains a lot more powers than any normal one. Soon, I'll be in your body, and I'll be of more use to LaFontaine than you ever were."

She hadn't noticed the tears start running down her cheeks.

"I have years of Silas Library knowledge in my mind. You, you're useless. You clean. You hold them back. You're lucky they're so confident and never stopped believing in themselves, regardless what you told them."

The moment her blood had run cold was all forgotten, as she suddenly felt her blood boil, fury shooting up inside her like out of a volcano. But before she could get one word of the tirade inside of her out, a loud voice interrupted them from the doorway.

"JP, what the hell?"

Perry's body flooded with relief. LaFontaine looked sad, but their voice was filled with anger.

Her defender, as always.

JP's voice was suddenly higher. As if he was a human with a working voice. "LaFontaine! We were only discussing –"

"Yeah, I heard what you discussed. I can't believe you'd do that."

"It's for the better. You and I are the greatest chance Silas has of surviving this. Just think of everything we could –"

"JP, shut up." She could see their fists shaking, and they marched forward to ("No!") rip him out of the USB-jack. Perry almost collapsed against the wall.

LaF ran over to her and grabbed her forearms, helped her up and sat her down on the bed. "Perry, I'm so sorry. I really thought he was – I never –"

"I know," she said weakly.

"I heard that song come on and I always think of you when I hear it, so I went upstairs and I heard – Iistened for a bit to make sure I wasn't misinterpreting it, and – Perry, you never put me down. You never made me feel like I was worth any less. You warned me and stopped me because you cared about me, and I always knew that. I am so sorry."

She heard it. She registered it, but what she chose to reply with, was: "This song makes you think of me?"

They chuckled and bumped her with their shoulder. "Be my honeypie, Perr?"

"Any day, Weirdo."