Room 201, Sunday morning

[demonbelthazor]

Bel groaned as he slowly came awake. His head was throbbing, and his body ached from all the fighting he'd been doing yesterday. He'd let his guard down for just one minute and a troll had hit him over the back of the head. Great.

His memory was pretty hazy about the events of the previous day. Lots of fighting. Trolls? What he did know was that there was a warm body beside him, and he threw a possessive arm around it. Mine.

Anders mumbled sleepily, and Bel frowned in confusion. Not Phoebe. Phoebe missing. Memory started to penetrate the fog in his brain. She was missing. He had to find her. Trolls had her. Make them pay.

He growled and kicked Anders out of the bed. "Coffee," he croaked. He had to clear his head first and then see if anyone knew more about what was going on.

[ooc: futurebucs_star modded with permission.]

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders had been in the middle of some bizarre dream involving Kara Thrace, a tent city, a river, and a priest when he hit the floor and woke up partway.

"Okay, okay," he mumbled, still mostly asleep. "Lords, just 'cause we're married now doesn't mean y'get to kick me out of bed."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel blinked. "Married?" he squeaked. How hard had he been hit last night?

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Anders said groggily, rolling over. "Don't you remember coming back really early this morning and dragging me to the priest?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Priest!" Bel flailed. "What priest?!"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"The one you dragged me to this morning! Look, are you having second thoughts already? Because if you are --" Anders sat up, blinked twice, and finally processed his surroundings. "Oh, thank gods, it's you."

[demonbelthazor]

"Who the hell did you think I was?" Bel demanded, leaning over the side of the bed to stare at Anders.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Kara Thrace? I, um." Anders rubbed a hand over his eyes. "Weird dream. That's all. But did you have to kick me out of my own frakkin' bed?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Coffee," Bel growled. "Coffee now." He clutched one hand to his throbbing head.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"You kick me out of my own bed and then demand coffee?" Anders complained, even though he was already getting up and shuffling over to the coffeemaker. "If you'd actually gone through with the wedding I'd say you had the right to do that, but noooooo . . ."

[demonbelthazor]

"You were closer to the edge of the bed," Bel pointed out. He sank back down on the pillows, willing the pain in his head to go away.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders now with wedding tattoo sighed and tossed a packet of ibuprofen and bottle of water at Bel as he waited for the coffee to finish brewing. "Why I didn't just leave your unconscious ass out there for the trolls to play with is beyond me."

[demonbelthazor]

"Blindsided me," Bel grumbled, swallowing the pills and washing them down with the water. He rubbed his temples. "Thanks," he said grudgingly.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"No double vision?" Anders was trying not to look too closely -- hence the ridiculous amount of attention he was paying to not spilling the cup of coffee that he brought over. "Nausea or anything? We're not going to have to get you to the clinic, are we?"

[demonbelthazor]

"I'm fine," Bel said, trying to shake it off. "I don't have time for the clinic."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"You better be right about that," Anders told him. "If you have to end up in the clinic because you aggravated a head injury, I'm kicking your ass. Now drink your damn coffee and let's go."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel drained his cup in a few gulps. The heat didn't bother him, of course. He set the cup down, then got up out of the bed, found his shirt on the floor, and pulled it on. "I'm ready," he said.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

By the time Bel finished the coffee Anders already had his own shirt and jacket on and the guns, which he hadn't bothered to put back into the weapons locker last night, at the ready. "You get ready quick, don't you? Let's go, then," he replied after having some coffee of his own.