Room 226, Saturday evening

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Wyatt woke up, yawned, stretched, and rolled over to check the clock. It was dark out, so it had to still be pretty early in the morning and therefore no reason to get out of bed yet. The blue LED lights of the alarm clock told him it was almost 5:00 AM, so he made a sleepy sound and sank down in his pillow.

Then he realized that the little dot that meant "AM" hadn't been lit up. 5:00 PM? He'd slept through the entire day? He sat up abruptly and tried to get out of the bed, but his legs got tangled in the blankets and he fell, sprawling on the floor. Cursing, he stood up and hobbled over to turn on the light, then sat back down on the bed to inspect himself. He'd managed to scrape his knee and elbow, but his healing ability made short work of that. Too bad he hadn't been able to use it as a kid. He had a couple of scars from childhood adventures that it would've been nice to get rid of.

[ooc: Open. Wyatt's sleep patterned after his mun, who just woke up as well, wtf.]

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Wyatt looked puzzled. "He didn't mention anything about coming here when we were in Roswell, did he?" he said. "Was it a surprise? Why are you upset?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Not my Michael," she explained, once again momentarily amused by how easily she could accept alternate realities. "This one's younger. From before Liz was shot. Back when it was just the three of us against the world."

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"Oh, yeah, like how the Piper who went here isn't really my mother," Wyatt said, nodding. "This is bad? Is he freaking out or something?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"It's not bad. In fact I'm thrilled he's here. It's better for him." No Hank for one, a chance to develop his powers for another. "It's just, we'd always agreed that no one would ever know the truth about us. And he found out that everyone knows about me. He's not happy."

"In fact? I'd go for pretty damn pissed."

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"Does he know Fandom's special?" Wyatt said, hugging Isabel's shoulders.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"He knows. At least I tried to tell him. But there's a difference between hearing it and believing it." Isabel had a feeling it was going to be a long time until Michael believed it.

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"Give him a little time," Wyatt urged. "He'll come around, I'm sure. This place just takes a little getting used to."

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"I hope so." She sighed once more, realizing it was going to take more then time. "I'm going to have to apologize again. Not just for not telling him that people knew. But, well, I said something I probably, no, I know I shouldn't have."

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"What'd you say?" Wyatt asked. He moved his other hand to take hers and gave it a comforting squeeze.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"The night we came out of the pods? Max and I got separated from Michael," she explained. "We didn't find him again for three years. Max and I got adopted. He wound up in foster care. His foster father's a bastard." She didn't get specific but she figured Wyatt could figure it out.

"He got me so frustrated, like I hadn't thought about the risks of people knowing. I pointed out that if he went back to Roswell, he'd be going back to Hank." Isabel felt guilty all over again. "His Isabel? Still doesn't know what he has to deal with."

[blessed_twice]

"Ouch," Wyatt said, wincing. "You want me to go talk to him or something? Maybe I can set him straight."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"No. He just needs time. This place is pretty overwhelming. He needs to learn he's safe here." Isabel turned her head and gave him a quick kiss. "But thank you for offering."

"Can you do me a favor though? If you do talk to him?"

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"Sure," Wyatt said. "What do you need?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Don't ever mention Hank to him. He's really proud and wouldn't like you knowing."

She looked down, remembering when her Michael had finally asked for help. "It took him a long time before he finally admitted there was a problem. But thank god my dad was able to help him. That's why I'm glad he's here now. Hopefully it won't get to that point."

[blessed_twice]

Wyatt definitely understood male egos. "My lips are sealed," he said. "I won't mention it. And if you end up needing help stopping him from going home, you know I'm here for you."

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"He's not going to go. At least not right now." Isabel knew Michael was smart enough to realize that he was better off here then in Roswell. "But again, thanks. It's nice to know that."

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He stroked her hair and pulled her closer to him. "Anything you need," he said. "Magical healing, instant transportation, bug squishing, demon vanquishing, heavy thing lifting, bad cooking, and snuggling."

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"I'll do the cooking," she told him. "It's just safer that way."

"Did you see my note?"

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"I think you're right," Wyatt grinned.

"Note?" he went on. He scratched his head. "I, um, just woke up right before you knocked," he said.

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"You slept all day?" Isabel laughed. It's not that she wasn't still upset about Michael. She just blocked off that particular part of her brain for the moment. Tomorrow would be soon enough to worry again.

"I was up early for a run. Then I spent time in the common room with Johnny. Then I came by here to see if you wanted to snuggle." She ducked her head and wiggled her hand, "I let myself in, I hope you don't mind."

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"I kind of did," Wyatt said, making a face. "Guess I was tired last night." When she said she'd let herself in, he added, "That's fine, just next time give me a little warning so I can make sure the other girls are hiding under the bed or in the closet."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Still worn out from our late night at the meteor shower?" she asked. "How about this? I'll give you warning before I walk in, if you'll give me warning before you orb in. Just in case I have to hide another guy."

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"Heeeeeey," Wyatt protested. "I'm not enough for you?"

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"I could say the same," Isabel pointed out. "Mister Let Me Hide Them In The Closet."

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"You're all I need," Wyatt said, putting on his best wibble face. "Promise."