Room 226, Sunday evening

[blessed_twice]

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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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"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.

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"If you say so," Wyatt said. "But I can't help but worry about how easy it was for him to go evil again."

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"Someone's going to have to look into that. Because there's supposed to be a whole moment of happiness clause before the curse gets broken. But that's for after Christmas," Isabel said, forcing her Christmas cheer back to the surface.

"Right now I think there's a trip to Roswell in our future if you don't mind a trip back up to my room to grab my bag."

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Wyatt's smiled returned. "Sure," he said. "I'm just about set here, too."

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"Excellent. I'll just need to put my sweater in my bag and I'm good to go," she smiled. "Do you think you'll have time to stick around for some hot chocolate or something? I'm pretty sure mom will have it ready and waiting for us."

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"Of course," Wyatt said. "I'm in no rush, and it means more time with you." And less time with his parents, but he didn't say that part.

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"Nervous about spending time with your parents?" Isabel asked, pretty sure she understood what Wyatt hadn't said.

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"Yeah," Wyatt admitted. "I guess I'm still hung up on the whole abandoning us thing."

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"They thought they were doing the right thing," she reminded him, moving closer for a hug. "Just try and remember that. They're probably nervous having you there."

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Wyatt wrapped his arms around her. "I guess so," he said. "It's just weird spending the holidays with people you thought were dead all your life."

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"They're also people you've missed for most of your life. Now it's chance to build a relationship for the rest of your life," Isabel said. "If it's what you want."

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"I used to want them back more than anything," Wyatt said. "But that's when I thought they were dead, not hiding. But I'll try."

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"That's all you can do. And then you can come to Roswell and hang out with us. There's actually something I want to show you if you're interested," she told him.

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"Dirty?" Wyatt said, perking up.

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Isabel laughed. "No. Pretty far from it actually. But maybe afterwards." A blanket, okay, several blankets and a campfire; it could be nice.

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"I'm interested, dirty or not," Wyatt grinned.

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"Good," she smiled as she got to her feet. "Then let's get going. I don't want to miss my flight."

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Wyatt tossed a few more things, including his gifts from Isabel, in his bag and put it and his backpack over his shoulder. "I'm ready," he said, taking Isabel's hand. "Quick stop at your room, and we're off."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel squeezed his hand and started towards the door. "To the best Christmas ever." For any number of reasons.