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Room 406, Monday Evening

After baking, Isabel had taken a long walk around the island, eventually winding up at the small, secluded beach she and Greg had picnicked at. It was nice to remember happy times and not have to worry about facing anyone that would ask questions about last night's radio. When it started to get dark she returned to the school, collected her cheesecake from the classroom fridge, and returned to her room.

The cheesecake's in the mini-fridge, Isabel is contemplating nail polish colors, and the door is mostly open.

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"Help yourself," Isabel said, snagging a lollipop. "I've already had two slices. Anymore and I'll explode."

She unwrapped the lollipop and stared at it. "He wasn't happy I left to go get Jack. Not after what I told him about LA. And then it just went downhill from there."

"Wait, what happened in L.A.?" Parker asked, cutting herself a slice of cake. "And he didn't seem to have a problem when I showed up at your door. How'd it go wrong?"

"Big scary demon that killed people in their dreams," Isabel explained. "Needless to say I didn't sleep well, or much while I was out there. Also? I got a little banged up." She sighed. "The reason he didn't have a problem when you showed up was because he was sleeping. I didn't wake him up. I left him a note instead. Just in case. But I thought I would be back before he woke up," she finished sheepishly.

"Isabel, you should've told me," Parker sighed. "I would've understood if you weren't at a hundred percent for another rescue, you know. And I can tell you from experience I already know how the *next* conversation you had with Greg went." She took a bite of cheesecake and rolled her eyes. "How mad was he?"

"What was I supposed to do? Sit back and wait?" she asked. "Jack was in trouble. As for how mad he was? Very mad. And it only got worse the more I tried to explain."

Parker facepalmed. "I don't know, come with, but stayed back? Taken Greg with as back-up for you? Something. You don't want to know how many times Jarod got pissed before I learned this lesson about telling first. Not that he thinks it applies to him." She took a breath. "And if he knew you were hurt, I can't imagine it made Greg feel better. How'd you guys leave it, when you were done talking?"

"If you remember, I did stay to the back. That's why I volunteered for first aid duty." Isabel sighed and rested her head against the wall. "I know. I should have brought him with me. He had the same workshop we did. I just wasn't thinking. And somehow as we argued it got twisted so that I thought he couldn't take care of himself and didn't want him to worry about me." Closing her eyes, she was silent for a moment. "I think it might be over. I don't know."

Parker reached out a leg, and bumped it against Isabel's, watching her face. "Okay. I'm glad you were being more careful than I knew about, then. And... yeah, I think you hit a Guy Button there. The reverse kind of protectiveness is fine, but it takes a while for most guys to work it out in their heads when it's us protecting them." She tapped her fork against the plate, and said softly, "If you don't know, then it's not over yet. Or at least make it better than it is."

It's a bit of a struggle but Isabel managed to avoid another freak meteorlogical event in her room. "I don't know if he'll be able to. Remember, he's never had to deal with anything like this before. And it Fandom. So it's not like a situation like this isn't going to happen again." She bit her lip, twirling the lollipop in her fingers. "Maybe it won't matter. Maybe he'll just leave and go home when the session is over."

Parker's quiet as she finishes her cheesecake, then says, "If he really can't handle it, you're better off. But I forgot this was his first time on this kind of thing. I'm guessing Jell-O dragons don't count. And you were barely dating when the mummies happened." Putting down the plate and fork, she said, "Either way, I think he-- and you-- deserve another shot. He might be a hyperactive spaz with a self-destructive streak, but from what I've seen, he really cares about you."

"Jello dragons were fun," Isabel said with a weak laugh. "But you're right. This was one of the first times he'd had to deal with things. And after what I told him about what happened in LA. I think he just wanted to look out for me." She doubted she would ever actually eat the lollipop, instead she studied it carefully, looking for wisdom. "He told me he loved me."

Parker put the plate and fork aside, and crawled over to sit by Isabel, and put one arm around her. "Then this is a fight, not a break-up. Not that I have a ton of experience with that, or anything."

"I hope so," Isabel said, leaning against Parker for a moment. "Because I do love him. I don't know if it's the be all end all relationship of my life. Not like some people I know. But for right now? It's been perfect."

Tightening her arm around her, Parker said, "I'm glad for you, then. And yeah, I don't think it can be the end. You may have screwed up, and he may have gotten too mad to listen, but it doesn't sound like it can't be fixed." She pulled out a lollipop, and took off the wrapper, popping it into her mouth, then leaned against Isabel again. "So. Do I need to whap Angel for not looking out for you, or did he get hurt too, giving me a different reason to whap him? Not that I need one."

"I'm going to have to grovel aren't I?" Isabel said. "I hate having to admit that I was wrong."

"Angel doesn't need whapping. He and Logan were involved in a fight of their own. It wasn't fun."

"A little. Because you did screw up, but you were tired, and worried, and not thinking straight. You deserve slack for that, and Greg's an idiot if he can't get over it." Parker licked her lollipop, and looked curious. "What did they fight about? Any idea? And trust me, he needs a *little* whapping."

"Oh no, not that kind of fight," Isabel said quickly. "It was a try to kill the scary monster kind of fight. Except we didn't realize that that wasn't the main bad guy."

"Ohhh, gotcha. And ack. Who was?" Parker took a lick of her lollipop, and then asked, "So Angel was okay when you left, then? Not too broody?"

"A Dream demon, he's the one that created the thing Angel were fighting. Some kids had read a ritual, accidently summoned it. And it was killing them one by one in their dreams," she explained. "But they were also dying in real life."

"Actually he was extra broody. He didn't even come out to say good-bye when Bel picked me up."

Parker studied Isabel, and asked, "How hurt *did* you get? That doesn't sound like go in, check on the dreams, get out."

She sighed. "And crap. I was afraid of that."

"Really, I'm mostly fine. Just bruised up. But the aspirin is taking care of it," Isabel promised.

"Did something happen?"

"Ice bags. Use 'em." Parker rubbed her face. "It's no secret, so... Callisto had a pregnancy scare. And I don't think Angel handled it well."

"It's times like these that I miss having Max around. Although he'd probably wind up just as mad as Greg."

Isabel blinked. "But she isn't seeing anyone is she?"

"Evidently? There's a prophecy. Or something. And Angel might get to have at leat one kid." Parker rolled her eyes and gave her lollipop an extra-hard slurp. "Which means this whole thing was just a massive mind-frell for both of them, to quote Aeryn."

"Damn, that sucks," Isabel said fiercely. "No wonder he was in hyperbrood mode."

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