I Just Want To Be Normal

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Parker had take-out, booze, and a punk crashed out on her couch. Temporarily. Time to check in on the recently-traumatized.

And she was thinking about last week's trauma, at that.

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Isabel reached for her phone, checked caller ID - no way was she going to even try to explain this to her mother - and flipped open the phone.

Yesterday's anger was gone. Now she was just worried. "Payback is an absolute bitch," she sighed.

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"Who are we maiming and why?" Parker asked, scissoring some rice into her mouth. "Also, hi. We're planning a heist on the Crown Jewels."

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"My boyfriend's either in 1923 Cairo or dead," Isabel said flatly. "Fucking Fandom Weirdness."

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Not too long after Isabel picked up the phone, Wyatt orbed into Isabel's room.

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Parker had enough experience with Isabel's phone pronouncements now to swallow, take a sip of lager, then sigh. "When will you know which, and how? Anything I can do? And have you ever considered transferring to, I don't know. Boarding school in Beirut?"

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Isabel had had her head down as she rubbed her eyes. Three days with minimal sleep had them feeling like they were coated in sandpaper. But suddenly she just knew.

Looking up, she dropped the phone and just stared.

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"Hi," Wyatt said quietly, because any thoughts of a witty opening line fled his mind upon seeing Isabel. "I'm back."

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"Freaky alien angel statues. They grabbed people and tossed them back into the past. I got a letter." Which she'd memorized. "If he's coming back, it should be sometime soon."

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"Gah. Time travel." That gave her a headache when it was just Xander getting stuck in his home dimension and coming back seven years older, or Anakin and Alanna having kids older or almost as old as they were. "Right. So, there's a plan? The aliens have been dealt with?"

Nourhane wandered through the living room at that point, and gave Parker a weird look. Parker rolled her eyes and mouthed, "creative writing paper" to her, and took another sip of her drink.

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Isabel was still with the staring, afraid it was just a dream.

Except he was real and he was standing there.

Forgetting all about Parker on the phone, Isabel got to her feet and slowly reached out to touch him.

Edited Date: 2008-03-17 01:33 am (UTC)

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She nodded, even though Parker couldn't see it. "Dealt with, the preserve has new artwork. And yeah, there's a plan. It involved messages to the past and stasis chambers." Isabel didn't even want to calculate the odds on that. "They've gone to get them back. Hopefully he's there."

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"He's LightbulbSockHairBoy. He'll come through somehow," Parker said, settling onto the couch. "You have got to come to England just so you can have a week off from your so-called education. I mean it. Zero's here, we're going to have a nicely evil week without worries about people dying or getting married or disappearing, you need one too."

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"I will be there. I promise. Even if it's just to sit in your room and watch bad TV," she told her. "You can feed me chocolate and ice cream."

And because it would definitely be a distraction, Isabel had to ask, "So what do you and Zero have planned? And will I need bail money?"

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Wyatt reached out and pulled her into his arms. It had been nine months since he'd held her and he still almost couldn't believe she was here.

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"Perfect. You can listen to everyone else's accents and marvel. I do it all the time." Parker grinned a little. "Oh, probably. Although harassment of Tom Cruise is tabled due to him being on another continent. But some minor larceny. Trespass. Property damage. Broken hearts. You know, the usual. We'll give you the YouTube feed as soon as it's up."

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At some point Isabel would probably rediscover her vocal cords, but that hadn't happened yet. Instead there was clinging. And running her hands through his hair. And kissing. Lots of kissing.

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"Damn. Tom deserves it. Poor Katie." Talking with Parker was distracting but Isabel still couldn't help looking at the clock and staring at the door. "Forget YouTube. I want to see you make CNN International."

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"For that, we'd have to get caught defacing a national monument. And we'd never, ever, ever do that." Parker grinned, spinning more (possible) lies, wishing she could do more. "Even if we have a lot of blue paint and a plan for Stonehenge."

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"Strangely enough, that doesn't surprise me," she replied. "From all the pictures I've seen? It could use some color."

And now the pacing started.

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More lies and distraction to be spun like spiderwebs. "Definitely. It's not like Zero and I haven't done it before. We got in there with Rory pretending to be blind two years ago. We're thinking exchange students this time. Possibly, sun worshippers. That way, we can say they're restricting our religious expression if we get caught."

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Wyatt missed the kissing, too. "Missed you so much," he murmured, never wanting to let her go.

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"You're insane you know that?" The room was too small to pace Isabel realized. She sat on the edge of the bed and started to rub her eyes. Whatever she was going say next was forgotten when Wyatt orbed into the room.

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There were any number of romantic declarations she could have made at this point. "You dumbass," accompanied by a punch to Wyatt's chest was not one of them.

It should be noted that she still kept kissing him.

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