Room 227, Friday evening

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When Bel had destroyed the spellbook and ended the possession of Phoebe, Lana, and Marie, all their spells had worn off. Including the one that had turned Wyatt into a sugar glider.

So now he was human again. Sleeping. Naked. And snuggling against Anders in his bed.

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". . . you were my new pet," Anders echoed. His brain was starting to seriously hurt now. "The one who kept snuggling me in my . . . this is so wrong."

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"Phoebe's possessed!" Wyatt said, more memory returning. "She turned me into it to keep me from telling anyone!"

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Anders flinched. "Yeah, I know . . . oh my gods, you've been snuggling my neck for days now."

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"Well, I could sense you were a friend and you were taking care of me and. . . ." Wyatt flailed, and the sheet dropped. He quickly grabbed it and yanked it up again.

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Anders sighed. "Dude, you can borrow my sweats if you want to. Second drawer from the top."

This was awkward enough without the naked flailing, and Anders could live without more naked hijinks right now.

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Wyatt hastily moved to the bureau and pulled out some clothes. "Sorry, dude," he said as he got into Anders's pants. "This is just . . . frakked up."

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Anders snorted. "You have no idea how frakked up, dude. You seriously don't even want to know."

Like how, say, I was sleeping with your possessed aunt the other day and now you were in my bed and wow, am I going to have issues for the rest of my life.

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"I have to find out if Phoebe is okay," Wyatt said. "If the spell wore off, she might be herself again." He paused and looked at Anders. "You okay, dude?" He had a distinct memory of being very worried about his safety.

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Anders shook his head. "Not okay. Should've listened to you when you tried to stop me from leaving the other day. Gods, I hope they didn't actually have to kill her and the others . . ."

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Wyatt hesitated, then came over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Can I do anything?" he asked.

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"Don't be surprised if I end up dead in the next few days," Anders said darkly, not looking at him. "But if you could kind of maybe help keep that from happening, I'd appreciate it too."

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"Nobody's killing you," Wyatt said. "Why would somebody want to do that?"

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"You got turned into an animal," Anders mumbled, "and other people got made to do stupid stuff."

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"Did she make you do something?" Wyatt asked with some trepidation.

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Anders hesitated.

"No," he finally said, truthfully. "She didn't make me do anything."

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"Then what's going on?" Wyatt asked. "What's wrong?"

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Anders was torn on what to tell him. How do you say 'I slept with your aunt again, only this time she was possessed, just like her boyfriend was when I slept with him?'

"First Bel," he said miserably, "and then Bridge just a couple of weeks ago, and now Phoebe. I don't know who's next."

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Wyatt put his hand on Anders's shoulder. "But Bel and Bridge are okay now. And like I said, if the spell wore off, Phoebe probably is, too."

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Anders flinched again at the contact. "Hope so. That frakking bitch possessing her told her she wasn't coming back."

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Wyatt withdrew his hand at the flinching. "I'll go find out and let you know, okay?" he said, standing up.

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Anders bit his lip, guiltily, and nodded. "I'd appreciate that, man. One way or the other I gotta know."

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"I'll come back and tell you what I find out," Wyatt said. He paused at the door. "You going to be okay here alone?"

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"No, but I'll get used to it." Anders gave him an enigmatic and slightly bitter smile. "Just . . . give me my pants back eventually, okay?"

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"Right," Wyatt said, blushing a little. "Thanks. I'll talk to you later, dude."

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Anders didn't even notice the blush. He was kind of staring at the spot on his pillow where the sugar glider had been.

"Eventually, yeah," he muttered. "See you, man."