Summary: Nor is said idiocy/bravery limited to the male of the species.
Prompt: LJ Community 20_fics - 002. "Not a chance."
Jon shook his head grinning broadly at the Carter-like words from a teenager. Then he remembered the reality of the situation.
"Look. It is safest if you just leave Colorado Springs and forget about what you've seen and heard." His voice was low, serious, earnest.
Pale brown eyes hardened as the owner shook her head vigorously.
"Not a chance." She glared at Jon. "I don't bury my head and hide from unpleasantness. It never helps in the long run. Besides -given my past and luck- I'll probably run into the NID or some associate agency in the near future."
Jon stared at her. He could see she meant it. There was no suppressed excitement or hidden glee, just a grim knowing determination, something Jon saw in the bathroom mirror every morning.
After several tense seconds he spoke. "You mean it. You really mean it."
She nodded her head firmly. "Yes. Tell me about the NID."
Jon debated with himself. Jack would scream at him about the breach in security but something told Jon this witch could be trusted to keep secrets. He inhaled deeply.
"Okay. I'll tell you a bit about the NID. But first answer one question for me."
"What?"
"What's your name?"
She looked surprised, then embarrassed. "Oh! My name is Hermione Granger."
...ooOoo...
TBC…
