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Sprawled on his bed and watching TV -- well, the TV was on, but he was flipping through the channels, unable to find anything to hold his interest -- Wyatt had drifted off to sleep. He had been feeling unsettled all day for reasons unknown, though he knew part of the reason had to be his recent experience with the portal. The world he'd found himself in had been a future San Francisco, torn apart by a war that brought him, his potential evil future self, to power. He should have orbed right home, but he was compelled to see what the word was and maybe learn how it came to be. He pretended to be the Wyatt who ruled there as humans and demons alike bowed and scraped to him.

There had been a woman brought before him, hands chained with magical bonds to prevent her from using her powers. He didn't know her name; his demons just referred to her as "the Phoenix," and he wasn't about to blow his cover by asking who she was. He wasn't sure if she was witch or demon, but she stared him in the eye, unflinching, swearing that no matter what he did to her, he wouldn't break her. But he could sense the fear she tried so hard to hide. She knew what power his counterpart had, and it terrified her. It terrified him, too.

He wasn't about to torture her, but if he let her go, it might make his demonic entourage suspicious, so he continued to play his role, engaging her in conversation. This seemed to unnerve her, but it also gave him a few tidbits of information. She was engaged to the Chris of this world and wore his ring on her finger. She'd served him once, but joined with Chris to fight against him. Her biggest concern was not her own life, but that of his brother.

He'd dismissed her, telling his demons to return her to her cell, and he would deal with her later. Then he demanded privacy so he could think. He had to find a way to let the girl go, and maybe get her to bring him to Chris and explain who he was. But all plans were ruined when the portal reappeared and took him home, though he was relieved to be back in his world.

He dreamed of that Wyatt now, of magic and power and how seductive it felt. He'd do good with that power, he swore, but he could feel the darkness chasing him, almost like it was a tangible force.

He woke up drenched his sweat, his heart racing. Glad his roommate wasn't around, he took a few minutes to try to calm down, then grabbed his phone and called Chris. He didn't get an answer, so he left a voicemail, trying hard to sound casual. Then he dialed a second number, really really hoping she picked up.

[For the girlfriend and great slowplay.]

Date: 2009-03-12 01:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
Isabel had been studying. But the ringing phone was a welcome interruption, even more so when she saw who was calling.

"Thank you, you've saved me from falling asleep on my book and drooling on it."

Date: 2009-03-12 01:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"I can think of several things I'd rather do to you," Isabel grinned. "Drooling is sloppy."

Date: 2009-03-12 01:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"I'd love to but I know what would happen." Because it had happened before. "You'll get all hot and bothered, come here to get me, and I'll have to make up yet another story for my roomie about where I've been for a few hours. I think she's starting to think I'm cheating on you with some other guy."

Date: 2009-03-12 01:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"Come on, it's only a few days till the weekend," Isabel told him, marking the page in her book and setting it aside. "Maybe Saturday night we can go out to desert for a little stargazing. It's still cool out, so we'll have to snuggle to stay warm."

Date: 2009-03-12 01:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"One of my favorite places to be."

The conversation was light and casual. She shouldn't ruin it. But she was still worried about how Wyatt was dealing with the events of the previous week.

"Are you doing okay?"

Date: 2009-03-12 01:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"Dream? Or nightmare?" Personally Isabel thought either term would be appropriate. "Did you call him? Want me to call Summer or Savannah?"

Date: 2009-03-12 02:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"I'm sure he is too," she replied, recognizing the non-answer for the answer it was.

"That's not who you are. And it's not who you're going to be. I won't let you."

Date: 2009-03-12 02:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"What he'd done," Isabel said quietly. "Not you. Not in this reality. Here, you're the guy I love. A great big brother. A good friend. That's what you need to remember."

But she couldn't help thinking that maybe it was a good thing that Wyatt had seen that world. That those memories would remind him to be careful about the choices he made.

Date: 2009-03-12 02:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"He didn't have me to kick his ass," was her immediate and somewhat flip answer before she grew more serious. "But honestly, we'll probably never know. There's too many variables. Too many wrong choices that were made."

Date: 2009-03-12 02:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"You never have," Isabel smiled. "And if you keep being the wonderful, caring guy you are, I don't think you ever will."

For the record, she really wished it was Friday night at this point. Just so they could talk face to face and not over the phone.

Date: 2009-03-12 03:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"Then I'll have to prick it a bit when I kick your butt at Mario Kart." And then make other things swell to make up for it.

Date: 2009-03-12 03:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"In your dreams big boy."

More then likely her mother would beat them all.

"I wish you were here. I can't wait till next fall when I can get a place of my own."

Date: 2009-03-12 03:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"Funny how it works out that way." Isabel wasn't complaining.

"Just promise me you won't leave dirty socks on the floor and I'll make sure you've got space in the closet."

Date: 2009-03-12 08:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"Now that's going the extra mile. For that you'll get lots of snuggles." And the added benefit that Isabel would be there for any bad dreams.


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