Wyatt woke up in his own bed, thankfully alone. Maybe the weekend had all been one crazy dream. Isabel couldn't have been a cranky pregnant woman. And he definitely wasn't gay and obsessed with sex. Okay, maybe the second part was true. But the images in his memories were too vivid and real to have been a dream.

He groaned and yanked his pillow over his face. It might have been more bearable if he'd stayed in his room, but no, he had to go out and socialize. And he had . . . with Peter! And with Link -- Troy! He was never going to be able to look them in the eyes again.

Then yesterday he'd run into Chris at the Perk who seemed to be himself except for thinking that his brother was evil. Wyatt winced. He hadn't really hit on his brother, had he? Killing himself was becoming more and more attractive.

He'd gone to to Caritas last night and hit on Anders. He was never going to hear the end of it. He contemplated skipping class and wondered if attempting to kill himself would be a good excuse for missing school.

[Mostly establishy, but open to taunt the big gay whitelighter.]
Things had been going so well. So incredibly well. Well, except for the weird and deadly board game Isabel had found. (And, okay, except for flailing when Savannah came to him for sex advice.)

Then on Friday night, as Parents Weekend began, he and Chris had gone out for pizza so they wouldn't mope about not having parents there. And two suspiciously-acting cousins had shown up. They were so suspicious that Chris had called Bridge to check them out. And then they learned the truth: the "cousins" were really their parents in disguise -- the parents they thought had been dead for the past decade and a half.

It was too much to process. He'd gone to Isabel's room and spent the night there, needing to hold on to someone he could believe in. In the morning, he'd gone to get Chris, only to find him with Lana (despite earlier insistance that there was nothing going on between them, wtf). They'd gone to talk to Prue only to find out she knew that their parents had been alive, too.

Isabel and Prue (and maybe Lana, too, he didn't know) had encouraged them to talk to their parents and find out why they had faked their deaths and left them to be raised by their grandfather. Isabel had come with him to the Devil's Nest to confront Piper and Leo. He was still struggling to understand, but he was feeling less angry.

But for now he was lying on a blanket in a clearing in the preserves, his arm around Isabel, watching the Perseid meteor shower. This was the surprise she'd mentioned, and he was more than happy to forget about the past two days and just lie there with her and count the shooting stars until the sun rose.
It had definitely been a strange few days.

Tuesday morning he and Chris had gotten on a flight to Fandom. After checking in (wtf squirrels?), he'd found his room and gone out to meet people. Anders had seemed pretty cool and gave him food. He'd also met Turtle, Broots, Al, Pippi, Tyler, Tannim (his roommate, who was a mage, and that was definitely cool), and Dick. Then he'd found his Big Brother Eric Weiss. And in the course of these meetings, he'd discovered it was 2007, not 2020, there had been invasions from jello dragons, trolls, snowmen, and zombies, and most brain-breaking of all, Aunt Phoebe went to school there and his mother had graduated the year before.

Chris pretty much thought he was on drugs. Maybe telling his roommate, Summer, to guard her eyeliner was petty revenge, but it sure amused the hell out of him.

The next day had been meeting more people: Jo, Turtle again, Mel, Pam, Bridge, and Alec. More of the same the following morning, when he met Katara, Tori, and Cassie, and talked to Chris about going to meet Aunt Phoebe.

So they'd headed to Caritas, the local bar, and found Phoebe working there. And dropped the bombshell on her. And she dropped one of her own: she was dating a demon (a demon who was sleeping with Anders, according to Weiss, wtf).

If he didn't lose his mind in this place, it would be a miracle.

[ooc: open for roommate or anyone passing by.]

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