"Laurel," B-ko murmured her greeting as she got out of her limo,
smiling at her dark haired friend waiting by the gate.
"B-ko," Laurel Kent smiled back as they fell into step moving
towards the school. Laurel looked over at her with a slight smile, "So
how was your date with Helena?"
B-ko's cheeks went faintly red. "She showed me her town," she
said softly, "and I got to meet her parents."
"Oh ho!" Laurel smiled, "That had to have been interesting."
"Actually, I rather liked Dinah and Barbara" B-ko admitted.
Laurel raised her eyebrows, "Well, well. Helena has two
Momnmies?"
B-ko gave her a dirty look, but didn't answer. "So how did your
reunion with Iris and Kyla go?" she asked curiously.
They went into the building together, exchanging respectful nods
to the passing students. The matching school girl's uniforms the girl's
wore helped them blend, even with the business suit variation that B-ko
had special permision to wear.
Laurel slung her bag over her shoulder, "Pretty good, I think.
We still have a lot in common, and they haven't changed all that much."
"Any surprises?" B-ko asked curiously as they finally reached
their homeroom, settling down into their usual seats.
"Kyla likes girls," Laurel shrugged, "and Iris is still into
boys. Too bad, the crush Kyla had on Iris when they were little girls
was so cute."
B-ko frowned thoughtfully, "Poor Kyla."
The teacher came in, bringing the class to attention. Both young
women focused their eyes to the front, putting the conversation on hold
for now. She beamed at them happily, "We have a new exchange student
joining us today, everyone."
The door to the hallway slid open, and a blonde haired young
woman can inside. She was good looking, her eyes scanning the crowd. She
spotted B-ko and Laurel, a slight smile teasing her lips as she stepped
up beside the teacher.
"This is D-ko R. Jones," the teacher smiled cheerfully, "and she
just transfered here from America. Everyone, please be kind to her."
'D-ko?' B-ko thought, gazing at her robot maid in pure shock,
'What is she doing here?' From the look on Laurel's face, she probably
was thinking much the same thing.
"Very nice to meet you," D-ko beamed, bowing to the class.
Over in the principal's office, the headmistress of the school
was looking at the man who was standing in her office in disbelief. Her
wore a long brown trenchcoat, a gray business suit beneath it, and an
old style fedora was on his head. He looked like a private investigator
from years ago, stepped right off of a movie screen.
"Mr..." she looked down at the papers, "Jones?"
"John Jones," the disguised Martian Manhunter agreed with a
slight smile.
"I was rather surprised by how suddenly you had to transfer your
daughter to our school," she browsed through the paperwork, "but
everything seems to be in order."
'Thank you, Oracle,' John thought, keeping his face entirely
deadpan. "If there's no problems, I have to go to work," he said
crisply.
"No problem," the woman agreed a bit glumly. She perked up,
"Will your wife be stopping by here as well?"
John paused, "I'll try to arrange it. What time would you like
her to stop by?"
"Could she come by, maybe pick your daughter up after class?"
she asked.
John nodded, "Of course." As he left he thought to himself,
'D-ko, you are really going to owe me for this one.'
It wasn't until lunch hour that B-ko and Laurel were able to
pull D- ko aside and talk to her privately. It seemed that many of the
boys and not a few girls were interested in getting to know the pretty
little blonde better.
"All right," B-ko said as the three of them sat down on the
grass, under the shade of a tree with their bento boxes, "what's going
on?"
"It wasn't my idea," D-ko protested as she pulled open her
bento, snapping her chopsticks apart and scooping up some rice.
"Oh, really?" Laurel gave her a look.
"Well, it wasn't entirely my idea," D-ko admitted. "Oracle and
the Martian Manhunter were the ones who came up with this."
"I should have guessed," B-ko muttered softly. She looked over
at B- ko thoughtfully, "But I don't quite see why."
"To protect you two," D-ko answered simply.
"I don't need protecting," Laurel quickly protested, forgetting
her role for a moment and sounding just like A-ko would.
B-ko pushed her sleeve back, revealing the high-tech wristband
she wore. "And I can teleport a light suit of armor to me in a moment,"
she said coolly.
"And if an electromagnetic pulse fried the teleporter?" D-ko
asked softly. She gave Laurel a look, "Or if they have kryptonite based
weapons?" She smiled, "You designed me well, B-ko. I could get you both
out before the situation got worse."
B-ko met her creation's eyes, those blue eyes she had modelked,
maybe unconsciously, on C-ko's. "You might have a point," she admitted.
Laurel didn't seem to want to agree, so instead she changed the
subject. "How did you manage to get in here, anyway?" she asked.
"Oracle manufactured the records I'd need," D-ko explained, "and
J'onn posed as my dad."
"That had to have been interesting," B-ko sweatdropped slightly,
watching Laurel scarfing her food down.
"I wonder what they'll do when they ask to see your mother?"
Laurel asked impishly.
"I assume J'onn will handle that as well," D-ko shrugged, eating
her own food at a somewhat more normal pace.
"I'd give a great deal to see that," B-ko had to smile.
Lunch ended, and the three of them walked back to classes
together. It was just a bit odd, watching the students trying to get
D-ko's attention. 'I knew my programming and manufacture of her was
good,' B-ko mused, 'but is all of this my doing?'
For the past few months, D-ko had begun to show moments of
independant thought and even free will. She still wasn't quite sure what
had caused it, of course, but it was remarkable to see. The maid was
evolving, growing beyond the limits of her original programing, and it
left B-ko feeling both oddly proud and just a bit worried.
B-ko was still lost in her thoughts when classes let out, both
her, Laurel and D-ko walking from the school together. Over by the front
gates a woman was talking to the school's head mistress, her cheerful
manner quite an opposite to the other woman's dour manner.
"D-ko," the blonde called, waving a hand.
"Mom," D-ko replied, running forward.
"That's J'onn?" B-ko murmured, her eyes wide.
"I'm impressed," Laurel agreed.
"Mrs. Jones," the headmistress said faintly, "it's so good to
see you taking an interest in your daughter's education like this."
"Call me Kathy," J'onn smiled charmingly, the form of a gorgeous
blonde disguising the Martian beneath.
"We'd better get going," D-ko tugged on the hand, the group
moving off together.
"It's so good seeing a new girl make friends so quickly," the
headmistress nodded firmly.
B-ko kept her voice low as they walked, "Did you have to pick a
blonde bombshell?"
"Well, it had to be a blonde to match D-ko," J'onn said
defensively, "and this was the first thing that came to mind."
"But why Marilyn Munroe?" Laurel asked faintly.
"I'm impressed that you spotted that," J'onn actually sounded
pleased, "so few people spot the historic references."
D-ko sweatdropped, "We are in so much trouble."
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