The Halliwell Manor, Saturday morning

[izzyalienqueen]

After spending the week worrying about Savannah and trying to get a particularly annoying paper done, Isabel was thrilled when Wyatt invited her to spend the weekend in San Francisco.

Taking advantage of his grandfather being out of town to have a few days to themselves? Never...

After a late night, Isabel was still half asleep when she climbed out of bed, pulled on one of Wyatt's t-shirts, and quietly went in search of the coffee maker, wondering if Wyatt would enjoy breakfast in bed.

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"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Isabel told him.

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"Try me," Fork said. "Not like we have anything else to do."

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It was a much better conversation. "You might have noticed that I'm not exactly flailing about that you're here and Wyatt's not. That's because this has happened before."

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"He turned into this Christian guy, huh?" Fork said. "Must be fun to wake up with such variety in your bed."

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"Oh it's entertaining. Particularly since that morning I woke up thinking I was an entertainment reporter. And I was eight and a half months pregnant," Isabel said dryly.

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Fork stared at her. "What kind of fucked up world is this?" he said.

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Ahh... The lovely sound of breaking brains. Would he like some crazy glue? to put his back together?

"It's strange and bizarre. But never boring."

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"So if I'm your boyfriend from some bizarre other world," Fork said, sliding closer, "then it wouldn't be cheating if you and I...." Oh yes, one track mind here.

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Isabel had just pulled a frying pan from the cabinet. She hefted it in her one hand, and rapped her knuckles against its bottom.

"Do you really want me to beat you over the head with this?"

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"Wouldn't you just use your little magical power instead?" Fork said. Maybe she had limitations to her ability. That would be helpful.

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"But that's no where near as satisfying."

That sounded almost...flirty.

Isabel briefly considered hitting herself over the head with the frying pan.

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"You like a hands-on approach?" Fork said.

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"That's for me to know," Isabel grinned. "And you NOT to find out."

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"We've got two days to kill, might as well enjoy them," Fork insisted. "What else are we going to do, play chess?"

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Threat delivered, Isabel set the frying pan on the stove and started the actual cooking part of breakfast.

"If we're lucky there's a Top Model marathon on one of the cable channels. Nothing passes the time like Tyra."

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"Especially when the models have to take their clothes off," Fork smirked.

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"I'm sure you'll enjoy that. Hopefully you'll get lucky." Because it would be the only luck he'd have for the weekend if Isabel had anything to say about it.

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"As soon as it's dark, I'm getting out of here," Fork said. "And I will get lucky."

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Isabel already had an idea about how to prevent that. It was just a matter of making a phone call. But for now she was going to have her breakfast.

And then she was getting out her camera. This had to be memorialized in pictures.