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"No," Bridge says gently. "You aren't. You're too *good* for this place, Phoebe."
"Not a problem," Bridge replies. "Helping out's what I do."
"We're not here to discuss pleasantries," Paige interjected, stepping between the two men. "We're here to take our sister home."
"I can't allow that," the Source said. "She's my Queen. And she's staying right here with me."
Piper gave the Source a death glare. "Like hell she is staying here with you."
"You so sure she's the queen in this relationship?" Angel added. Because he was mature like that.
About this time, Wilson and Lana came in from a different corridor. Wilson, at least, blinked at the group of people already around the immediate area but his focus was quickly drawn to Phoebe.
"Hey there, Siblet." He said softly, reaching back to take Lana's hand and walking forward to join the others.
"Hey there, Siblet." He said softly, reaching back to take Lana's hand and walking forward to join the others.
"You're the one with the houseboy," the Source snapped.
Lana took a deep breath and managed to smile up at Phoebe. "I'm here, Sister-Friend. I know you didn't want me here, but I couldn't leave you down here alone."
"I'm not going anywhere without you. I'll stay here with you if I have to."
"I'm not going anywhere without you. I'll stay here with you if I have to."
"Oh for Pete's sake. Why don't you both just whip them out and compare. Settle this who's bigger thing once and for all," Isabel said sarcastically.
Angel put his hand on the hilt of his sword.
The metal one.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
The metal one.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
"Which means you were spared the trauma of the fifty-foot training dildo," Anders replied, without any context whatsoever to the words. "Lucky you."
The Source conjured up his blade. "I prefer fire, but for you, I'll make an exception."
Chris was confused by the new arrivals but was intent on getting Phoebe to pay attention to them. "Aunt Phoebe, we need you."
For some reason the portal was not exactly a pleasant experience for Mel. "Well that was trippy."
"I'm touched," Angel replied, then went in for the attack, aiming for the Source's neck.
"Thanks for coming," Wyatt said. "We sure can use your experience down here."
It was bad enough that Anders and Bridge had come down here into the Underworld, but Phoebe looked almost stricken when she saw Lana and Wilson walking towards her.
"No," she said, shaking her head. "James... Lana... you guys shouldn't be here. It's not safe for you here."
She looked at Bridge for a long moment and then looked at Chris. "You don't need me. Haven't you guys read the memo? I'm evil. I belong down here."
To try and prove her point, she threw her hand out to the side -- making sure she wasn't going to hit any of them -- and shot flame against the back wall.
"No," she said, shaking her head. "James... Lana... you guys shouldn't be here. It's not safe for you here."
She looked at Bridge for a long moment and then looked at Chris. "You don't need me. Haven't you guys read the memo? I'm evil. I belong down here."
To try and prove her point, she threw her hand out to the side -- making sure she wasn't going to hit any of them -- and shot flame against the back wall.
"You okay?" Chris asked, giving Mel a concerned look.
"Are you kidding?" Mel said with a crazy grin as she flipped her scythe around. "Finally some frakking action in this hellhole."
The Source raised his sword to parry the strike, then casually tossed a fireball at the people behind him.
"Dimensional travel," Mel commented with a smirk. "Or it was that second microwave burrito I had for lunch."
"You're not evil," Bridge says. "And I can prove it. I can sense evil, remember?" he reaches to take off a glove.
Chris chuckled. "I'm glad you were able to come with us."
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