AN: I'm so sorry this is so late guys! We ended up having to call an ambulance for my dad on Sunday, and ever since it's just been a whirlwind of stress and I haven't been online basically at all in the past two days, but I'm sorry for making you wait for the conclusion! I hope I did it justice!

This is the second part of a two-parter that started with Genderbend. Everyone is still genderbent, so yes, Lancer is a woman.~

The final bell of the day rang, and Marion Lancer gave a relieved sigh as her students rampaged out of the classroom to their freedom. It seemed like every day that passed was getting longer and longer, until she was as tempted to just sit and watch the clock tick closer to the end of the day as her kids were.

'It's not like some of them seem to have anything better to do,' she thought, grumbling to herself as she slid a stack of papers into her briefcase. This was the third time she'd caught Danniella Fenton on her phone in just two weeks, and this time, the young girl seemed to have been a step away from a full-out panic attack when she'd taken it up. Marion wasn't in the habit of nosing through her students private lives, but the way Danniella had reacted had been very odd. 'Surely mere high-school dramatics wouldn't warrant such a reaction.'

The truth was, for some time, Marion had been worried about the girl who'd been so promising at the beginning of the school year. She wasn't the most adept student when it came to areas of literature and such, but her thirst for knowledge was obvious, and her love of stargazing and astronomy was enthusiastic and infectious. And then, only a month into the semester, she'd suddenly taken a tailspin into a lackluster student who seemed to care little for her grades or her attendance, skipping out in the middle of class with the same excuses recycled over and over and rarely handing in work, let alone completed work. Most of the faculty had passed it off as just another case of a lazy teenager who just didn't care, but Marion couldn't help but notice the sag to Danni's shoulders every time she was handed a detention slip or a failing grade, and the stricken but resigned look on her face. She worried about the girl, worried that she was getting caught up in something nasty that was spiraling out of her control, if she'd ever held any to begin with. Surely that would explain such a sudden change?

Until, again, the girl threw everything she knew about her on its head, and began showing up to class more; not falling asleep during lectures and tests, handing in work that wasn't only complete, but correct. She was laughing more, standing up straighter, no longer looking as gaunt and haunted and worried as she had just the week before. The only difference was that now, she was getting caught texting on her cell phone an absurd amount of the time. It was like she'd suddenly decided to take a page out of Dashiell's book, and became glued to the electronic, acting like it was her first-born child and almost going into a panic whenever it was eventually taken up. It was the oddest thing Marion had witnessed in more than twenty years of teaching, and she honestly couldn't make heads or tails of Danni or her strange behavior.

'You'd think at the rate she gets it taken away, she'd stop reacting that way at some point,' she mused, rising from her chair and slinging the bag's strap over her shoulder, ready to head home and heat up a nice pot of tea before dinner. A loud clatter snapped her out of her thoughts and she looked down to the floor, where Danni's cell phone lay with the keyboard slid open. "I really should pay more attention," she grumbled, picking the phone up and snapping it closed. "One of these days I'm going to brea-"

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'...Oh my...' Marion stared in shock at the screen, trying to piece together a coherent thought. Because she was NOT seeing the town heroine Phantom(two Phantoms!) in the slinkiest red lingerie she'd ever seen, crawling all over each other with a thin string of saliva connecting their mouths and staring at the camera with a come-hither look. It wasn't possible that she was reading a message that said "Hey babe, guess what trick I perfected just in time for your birthdayyy~"

This wasn't happening; it had to be a grading-induced nightmare.

'I'm getting too old to deal with this kind of thing...'

Poor Lancer. That was more of Phantom than she ever wanted to see. The inspiration for this, by the way, came from a pic dear Zillenoise put up on her tumblr, which everyone needs to go check out because she's fabulous and her art is fabulous.

Hope you guys enjoyed!