Room 226, Sunday evening

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Shopping for Christmas had just gotten harder. Before Wyatt only had to think of something for Chris and Grandpa Victor. Now he had his mother -- two of them -- as well as Aunt Phoebe and Aunt Prue. And, of course, the one he was fretting most about, the girlfriend. Shopping for girls was strange and new.

He'd almost reached the credit limit on his card once he was done. For Chris, he got a coat, because it was much colder in Fandom than in San Francisco. He got a necklace for not-really-his-Mom-Piper, earrings for Prue, and a purse for Phoebe.

For Isabel he got flowers, a cashmere sweater and earrings. He might have to take extra shifts at the clinic to pay off that bill, but it was worth it.

So shopping was done, and now he was tossing some clothes in a bag. He and Chris were going to spend Christmas with their real parents. He was just a little bit nervous about how that was going to go.

Then it struck him that he'd done most of his shopping on bluefly.com. He totally blamed Project Runway and Isabel.

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Isabel buried her face and her hands and snickered. "I hadn't thought of that. But now every time I see you wear it I'm going to start giggling."

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Wyatt smirked. "Good to know," he said. "Now, your turn?"

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"I suppose so." Deliberately Isabel took her time, neatly unwrapping the box, then shaking it. "I wonder what it could be?"

"Oh," she said when she finally opened it. "They're lovely."

A moment later, Isabel was wearing them. "What do you think?"

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"Beautiful," Wyatt murmured, gazing at her.

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"Flatterer," she said softly, sliding closer for another kiss. "I love them."

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"Stars make me think of you," Wyatt said, leaning into her for the kiss.

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"You make me see them," Isabel admitted with a small smile.

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"You are so good for my ego," Wyatt grinned.

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"It's a mutual thing. Soon we're both going to need little carts to carry our egos around with us," she laughed.

Reaching for the book shaped package, Isabel handed it over. "I know you probably have a version of this. But I'm hoping you don't have any like these."

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Wyatt unwrapped the package and stared at the two leather bound books. "Oh, wow!" he said. "These are awesome!"

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"You should have seen the other ones I found on eBay. First editions from 1904," Isabel told him. "Sadly, they were a bit beyond my budget. But I thought these could be the start of a library. You know, if you choose teacher/dashing adventurer as a career."

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"Should I get a whip and a leather hat?" Wyatt said. "Or is that what's in the other box?"

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"You actually already know what's in the other box," Isabel admitted. "But now that you say that? I have to say, the whip and the leather hat might make an appearance at some point."

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"Oh, the sweater that lovely salesgirl helped me find?" Wyatt said, winking. "I think this is definitely shaping up to be Best Christmas Ever."

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"Yup. The salesgirl you flirted outrageously with," Isabel nodded. "It's a good thing she's a friend of mine."

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"I couldn't help myself," Wyatt said, bringing out the puppy dog eyes. "She was just so gorgeous."

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"I can't fault your taste," she told him, laughing a bit before growing more serious. "So I talked to Peter earlier. Angel got his soul back."

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"He did?" Wyatt said. "How'd they do it?"

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"Peter, the Power Sponge to the rescue apparently. Which yay, my friend is no longer a soulless killer, but still," she explained, "I get the impression it was a bit hard on Peter." At least that's what it seemed like when reading between the lines of Peter's usual understatements.

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"Are we sure it took?" Wyatt said, concerned. "He's not going to lose it again anytime soon?"

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"Xander was there. He'd know," Isabel promised. "As for losing it, that's a risk we're going to have to take. Because I don't see anyone just staking Angel for the hell of it."

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"Did you talk to him?" Wyatt asked. "Angel, I mean."

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"No. He's probably got a world class brood on by now," she explained resignedly. "Even though it wasn't his fault. Besides, I'm not sure what I'd say to him."

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"Well, he should say he's sorry to you at least," Wyatt grumbled.

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"Trust me, he'll be sorry. No one does guilt quite like Angel." Of course that went both ways. Isabel was still sorry she hadn't stopped him herself.