The Mighty Belthazor

Bel had a nice big bed in the suite he shared with Phoebe and Anders in the Hyperion, but it probably wasn't big enough to stop him from disturbing the other two with his tossing and turning throughout the night. His skin was itchy for some reason, and why the hell did it smell like chocolate in here?

He was really going to hate Anakin if he ever found out the cause of this.


[For the two whose sleep he's disturbing.]

Bel didn't get sick often, especially since he picked up the nifty insta-healing powers in the Wastelands. But there were a few things that could still knock him off his feet, such as, unfortunately, the common cold. And said cold turned Bel into a whiny, cranky, miserable patient indeed.

Phoebe had gone to the store to buy a bottle of medicine for him. It was the most vile thing he had ever tasted, and living in the Underworld, he had tasted a lot of vile things. But he began to feel a little better, so he figured that more of a good thing was a better thing and chugged the whole bottle.

This could prove to be a biiiiig mistake.

Especially because his cell phone was in easy reach.


[For returned phone calls (hee) and Hyperion inhabitants, and brought to you by the fact that I am sick as a dog and high on NyQuil. NyQuil, NyQuil, NyQuil, we love you, you giant frakking Q!]

After failing to talk Phoebe out of coming to the island, and realizing that, yes, her magic could be needed to restore Angel, Bel agreed to come get her. She'd just get Paige to orb her if he didn't. "I'm going to get Phoebe," he told Anders. "Want to come with me?" There was the potential they might gang up on him to get him to admit what Angelus had said to him, but he hoped he could distract them, or, failing that, leave them both in Neptune and come back. And maybe bribing Paige somehow to not orb them after him.

Anders gave him a "Duh!" look. "You have to ask?" he said.

"All right," Bel said. "But neither of you are leaving here while it's dark out, got it? I'm counting on you to make sure Phoebe doesn't pull a Veronica." Or an Isabel, not that he knew that yet. Or, for that matter, not that he knew Angelus had been captured already.

"Won't let her out of my sight," Anders agreed. No way would he let Angelus hurt her. Or Bel, if he could help it, though he knew he was a little too late for that.

"Okay, let's go," Bel said, putting his hand on Anders's shoulder. He shimmered them to Neptune, and a an hour or so later, they returned with Phoebe.

[Establishy, since I am going to bed. Okay, not really. I have to pack. *flails*]

Bel knew this was a bad idea. Phoebe would stop him if she knew. So would Anders. Or Veronica. Or Logan. Or anybody. But knowing it was a bad idea didn't stop him from going to see the imprisoned Angelus.

He wasn't exactly lying to Phoebe about going outside to have a cigarette -- he just went for a walk afterwards and happened to pass by the jail. He didn't say anything when he got there and just watched Angelus instead, waiting for him to say something. If he even noticed Bel was there.

( Angelus noticed. )

[Preplayed with notstakedyet and future_visions. NFI, radio and OOC OK.]

Bel sighed and looked around the mostly empty living room. They'd packed up everything and he'd shimmered most of it to storage, some of it to Piper and Veronica's apartment, where he and Phoebe would be staying for awhile until they found a place of their own. What was left was mostly bags they'd carry with them, and the cats, of course, who were being remarkably calm about the whole thing.

He'd changed so much when he had come to this place. He'd been sent to learn to live among humans, and it had worked far too well. Raynor had never expected Belthazor to learn to love and care again. No one had expected him to become the Source of All Evil, except, perhaps, the Seer. He'd turned his back on the Underworld, he'd died, he'd been brought back to life. Not bad for two years.

He thought about everybody who had already left before him -- Angel, Piper, Veronica, Lindsey, Blair, Alanna, Nadia, Cally, and Marie -- and the people he was leaving behind, like Lana, Isabel, Phale and Wilson. And Anders. That was the hardest one of all.

This sucked.


[ooc: door and post are open, of course. This will be Bel's last dorm post. Slight bit of OCD for Phoebe and Anders, who likely won't be able to tag back until afternoon and evening respectively due to work. I believe it's okay for teachers/townies to come to the room to see them off; please ping me if I'm wrong and we'll do a townie post set later in the day.

*wibbles and clings*]

Bel yawned and stretched, then decided there was no reason to get up yet, particularly with warm snuggly bodies on either side of him. Last night had been just as active and enjoyable as the previous one, and he could probably actually use the extra sleep. Or, well, some sleep.

"I wish I could stay in bed forever," he murmured sleepily to no one in particular.

Ooops.


[future_visions and futurebucs_star blatantly modded without permission.

ETA: Heading in the direction of nsfw. . . .

ETA²: Well, not so much heading as there now. This post is not flocked because friending is still very screwed up.]

Somewhere, a couple floors down, a spell was cast.

Three humans (well, one human, one Caprican, and one half-demon/half-human) were meanwhile sleeping and snuggling. Two young cats, one black, one white, were nestled among them. Then the cats were gone, and a pale blonde woman and a dark-skinned man took their place.

Valkyrie tilted her head curiously at Seraphim. Seraphim looked down at his new body and shrugged. Valkyrie nodded, and they both closed their eyes and snuggled back against the humans. The bed was awfully crowded now, but cozy.

Bel shimmered the last of his, Phoebe's, and Anders's belongings back to the dorms. Yay for not having a personal gain stipulation attached to his powers; it made life so much easier. He got ready to head down to work, but there was one thing he had to take care of first. "You two. Clinic. Now," he said, eyeing Phoebe and Anders.

Moving was infinitely easier when you could shimmer. Bel gathered up a couple bags of stuff (mostly Phoebe's) and a carrier for the cats, then headed over to the Senior Cabin. He claimed A3 and A4 for him and Phoebe, and of course immediately set about dragging the bed from A4 to A3 and pushed it together with the bed originally in A3. It didn't leave much room in the rest of the alcove, but no way was he going to spend three weeks in a single bed.

[For la girlfriend, any other seniors in the building, or anyone who wants to poke their head in for that matter. Mother's Day is done! Almost. So I can breath again. Frakking flowers.]

After the kids had gone back through the Vortex and Phoebe had fled back to their room, Bel and Anders had followed and tried to comfort her about the loss of the children. They were still alive somewhere, back where they belonged, with the parents who loved them. And who knew, there might be a way to see them again sometime. They could even end up coming to school at Fandom High someday.

Phoebe had cried herself to sleep, nestled between Bel and Anders. Hours later, Bel slowly came awake. He was spooned against Phoebe's back, her head was on Anders's shoulder, and Bel's arm was over them both. Wednesday, right? He didn't have class, and he didn't think Phoebe did, but he wasn't sure about Anders. Either way, he was perfectly content to stay like this all morning.

[For future_visions and futurebucs_star, but open for any who want to be mean and interrupt the snuggling.]